| Love the Sound When You Come Undone. [Kakashi & Genma] | [May. 17th, 2009|10:46 am] |
[Backstory. Set three years after the Kyuubi attack, one year after How to Lose a Life.]
Torture was an ugly word, but the kanji was simple to remember. Kakashi held his hands carefully above the paper as he wrote, trying not to smear wet ink with drying blood. He could feel the chuunin's eyes on him, tickling a wary brand as they looked him over from dripping silver hair to mud-caked sandals. He ignored the feeling for the most part, focused on not letting his fingers shake the words.
...captive was held for seven days, as instructed...
He felt buzzed--ramped up on chakra pills and bright red adrenaline. It hummed in his blood, danced along his bones. He narrowed one eye behind his ANBU mask, forcing himself to keep still as the pen scritched.
...genjutsu used first...
Illusions were easier. Quieter. They'd leave a scar, but not a mark. You could return a clean body and a shattered mind--if that was what had been paid for. Kakashi shifted, bracing his back against the cold stone wall. Fingers tapped against the board he was using to write on, spotting the wood with the marks of his trade. His left hand twitched through it, drawing out a pattern.
...progressed to physical methods on the third day...
The chuunin was glaring. Kakashi glanced up, the smooth blank curve of his mask giving nothing away, and tilted his head. Rain water slid across the wolf's ceramic face. The man blushed and looked at his hands. Kakashi refocused.
...fetus was killed by a senbon strike, as instructed...
And that had only left a small mark. He'd bandaged it anyway, hands smoothing a reassurance as the tiny life had dimmed away. She hadn't miscarried, at least. He wasn't good with deliveries.
... seven bones broken, one finger removed [see attached box]...
He pulled the container out of his pocket, setting it to one side on the floor with a faint clink. Seals glowed gently on the metal, keeping the contents preserved. He rattled his fingers against the lid for a moment, then frowned and wiped the red marks away. Thunder rolled through the air outside, distant as war drums.
...captive returned to target on the seventh day, as instructed...
Kakashi paused, head tilting up to study the bunker's concrete ceiling. His pen hung for a moment, poised over the paper. It shook faintly, as energy demanded him to run. To dance. To do anything. He kept still and organized his thoughts.
...target's reaction was...
Screaming, mostly. And threats, until Kakashi had pointed out his wife was still alive.
...as expected...
There wasn't much more to add. He filled in the boxes marked next to his name with quick flicks--no injuries, no enemies encountered, mission successful--and added a signature. The report went into a folder, with the little box tucked in after it. He tapped the printed ANBU seal with a seed of chakra, watching the classified character ripple into place, and stored it all away inside his pack. He still had to get home before he handed it in, but at least it was done.
Across the small room, the chuunin watched him with eyes a little wide and a lot wary.
Kakashi cut a grim smile behind his mask and nodded, getting to his feet. His muscles thrummed. He shifted his balence, trying not to shake in a way that was noticeable, and walked out of the room. Rain water slicked down skin and armour, keeping the woman's blood wet. He needed to shower. Then he needed to do--something.
Maybe someone. But there was only a breakable chuunin around, and Kakashi wasn't that far gone. |
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