"Very funny," Genma said with a soft snort. The best he could manage for a laugh. At least as he continued making the effort to talk, it seemed to get easier. Like walking on a blister, he thought. The first steps were brutal, and then you stopped noticing it quite so much.

There was a scent of rain coming from somewhere. A cold draft that raised gooseflesh over his bare skin, and made the heavy cloth flutter, letting in little swells of dim grey to melt the blackness. The shutters were open, then. Konoha's bunkers had all had metal shutters to cover the slits that passed for windows, open for ventilation unless there was a direct attack. Except for the interrogation room. That one had the shutters, too, but they were usually closed, so no sounds escaped. These must have been left open when the bunker was decommissioned.

Genma strained to see when the light grew, knowing where Raidou had to be, now. Across and to the left, he thought. Slightly to the left. One prisoner was closer to the window--his position--and one closer to the door, a design he'd never thought to wonder about as a genin and chuunin during the war years. He wondered about it now.

"Door should be to your right," he told Raidou. Stopped for air, and willed himself not to cough. "Toilet under the window to your left." Not that either of them were in any position to make use of it, chained as they were. Genma remembered watching a Konoha jounin from T&I preparing to interrogate a captured Iwa ninja. He'd told his partner, I'm gonna go in there and take a nice long piss, and let that bastard wet himself listening. Softens them up when they lose their dignity.

He tried very hard not to think about the ways Yukaho's dignity had been shredded.