| [Jan. 26th, 2009|01:50 pm] |
Ibiki's pleasure at having forced her to reveal her shoulder injury was short-lived, and tempered with self condemnation for using interrogation tactics on a friend. But it was hard to tell where the tactics started and his own instincts left off; he'd done similar when they'd been genin, after all, pulling secrets from Natsumi and Keigo when they least wanted.
At least her words reassured him on one count: she hadn't been raped. Or she really wanted Ibiki to think she hadn't.
"He's not my friend," he said, pushing his turmoil aside in favor of a more easily addressed problem. "I don't know him, and he keeps well away from me. He's got a history with interrogators and doesn't much care for us." That much he knew from reading Shiranui's files. It had been an interesting case study, something Shida had set him to, reviewing the files of active agents with a history of successfully resisting interrogation while in enemy hands.
Shiranui was an interesting guy; there was a lot more to him than met the eye. But that didn't mean he wasn't a snake in the grass when it came to Natsumi.
"I've told you what he's like. He has a reputation. He sleeps around, a lot. And he sleeps with men as well as women. If you take your shirt off for him, that's your business. Just make sure you and he both know exactly why you're doing it." He frowned and let go of her hand, looking away from her bruised throat and silken hair.
"You want to go get some dinner? After your bath, I mean. I'd cook, but we both know how well that will turn out."
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