Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.
Notes: I'm still in love with Ibiki. One of the most underrated people in Naruto. And Hinata, the most love-able character in my eyes. Yet another DateMe.
Under the Table
This was a day that Ibiki resented the most. Every year on the 3rd of October the teachers are assigned one student and are made to spend the day with them. Forced to learn and teach new things to their underling, in order to 'bond' with their future comrades.
In the past Ibiki had taken missions to avoid being forced to bond with with silly little brats. However this year every mission he had applied for had been denied. After 10 years of avoiding the teacher-student bonding it seems that the Elders have it in for him.
They gave him; Hinata Hyuuga.
A small, meek, pale skinned, odd pastel purple eyes, stuttering, twitching little 18 year old. Ibiki took one look at her with her long, straight, indigo hair and her baggy pale purple and white jacket and long dark blue jeans.
Her eyes glued onto a small tiny speck on the freshly cleaned white titled floor, with a mild pink blush scattered across her cheeks and bridging over her small button nose.
Hinata Hyuuga looked like the kind of girl that never has any fun.
An idea suddenly appeared in Ibiki's mind, if they wanted him to teach this little girl something he will, and he'll make them regret ever giving him a student to torture. A small sparkle lighted in his dark brown-almost black eyes, a smirk twitched at ends of his hard beige lips. His hands rested on the back of his scarred bald head while he watched the little girl before him.
He was going to take her for a ride.
Hinata looked scared.
Taking her seat across from Ibiki in a small pub Hinata looked out of place.
"So this is what's going to happen. If you can down four shots, and keep them down, I'll sign the papers that say we've bonded. If you down six I'll show you how to make someone talk without causing too much pain. Now if you down twelve I'll take you on my next mission." Ibiki arms were folded against his chest and a smirk clear on his smug face.
Hinata looked at the sake on the dirty wooden table with clear horror, he had a feeling that she couldn't do it.
Filling two shot glasses, one for her and one for him, he lifted his to his lips and waited for her to do the same. Hinata wide eyes followed him movements, "Come on Hyuuga, you're a shinobi right?" He whispered to her across the table before downing his first shot.
Hinata's hands were fast as she grabbed her glass and threw it down. As soon as the sake made it's way through her, Hinata's face turned to one of utter disgust. Ibiki knew at that moment, he would win.
Again another shot was downed by the two and by the third shot Hinata cheeks had become rosy and her eyes slightly unfocused, she was a complete lightweight.
"Give up little one, you look like you're done." Ibiki told her while Hinata stood her ground and grabbed another shot.
"T-That's four. Y-You have t-to sign t-the papers." Her speech was a little slurred but her eyes were determined to at least try and win.
Ibiki smirked, the little woman had guts. Pouring another two glasses they continued their 'bonding', Ibiki was finding this more fun then he thought he would.
Finally at the seventh shot Ibiki looked at Hinata, her long hair held back in a low loose ponytail with stray hairs sticking to her face, Ibiki bent over the table and carefully moved them, then stopped.
"How do you expect to win with hair in your face like that?" He asked before downing yet another.
Hinata's face burned after having being touch by his rough calloused hands, she took some deep breathes. "Y-you now h-have to show m-me how t-to, t-to," Hinata didn't quite finish as Ibiki thrust another glass her way.
"I-I don't feel too good, m-maybe t-time to be i-in bed." Hinata's face burning red, her eyes watery and glass-like. Ibiki knew she had had enough.
Grabbing the almost empty bottle of sake he took a swing but before the bottle touched his lips he heard a thud.
There on the floor of a pub was a wasted Hinata Hyuuga.
"Well," Ibiki said aloud to himself, "At least she kept it down." He chuckled before placing the bottle down and grabbing the passed out woman and taking her home.
It wasn't long but one night after Ibiki had come back from a mission, there at the pub at a young woman with long indigo hair with two shot glasses and a bottle of sake.
"Thought you'd be in bed by now Princess," Ibiki said to the young woman after taking the empty seat next to her.
She blushed, "N-No, I just heard t-that you got back t-tonight so I figured y-you'd come here."
He chuckle, a low rumble in his chest, "And you got us a drink, how nice."
"I-I not a l-light weight a-anymore." Hinata insisted, "I-I can drink just as m-much as you."
"Really?" Ibiki asked, his left eyebrow twitching into a arch and a smirk appearing on his face as he looked at the pink faced girl. "You wanna bet on that Princess? First one under the table has to clean the interrogation room up."
He watched as Hinata's nose twitched, she hated that.
"Besides who taught you to drink?"
Her eyes smiled as she looked at him, "Y-You taught me, t-there's always a time when the s-student passes the t-teacher."
It had been almost a year since bonding day and Hinata Hyuuga had grown into a fine young woman who can hold her own. But Ibiki refused to believe she could drink him under the table, she's till far too young.
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Notes: Hmmm, what do you think?
Jessica