Title: Even the Scars
Summary: Request fic for FunkyKiwi who asked for more Just The Fact That She Does.
Pairing: Ibiki/OFC
Author: Smurf
Warnings: This piece of fiction portrays Ibiki as a romantic/sexual being; if you are squeamish about seeing this character in such a light, please discontinue reading now.
Disclaimer: We, the serialhugger collective, do not own Naruto, or any of the characters and trademarks related thereof, and we do not make any monetary profit from the creation of these works (we simply enjoy torturing the characters of the fandom with our own special brand of insanity); no copyright infringement is intended. We do own Sachi, however, but if anyone feels like stealing her for his or her own plot-bunny inspired fic-writing, please feel free.
Prologue: Casualty of War
Exhausted and wounded, his senses too jumbled to make out much of what was going on around him; Ibiki could still tell that he was not in the damp cell he had occupied for the past few weeks- The air lacked the musty smell of the small stone compartment. Vaguely he could make out voices surrounding him.
"He's wounded!" Female. He hadn't heard the voice before, it didn't belong to any of his captors... at least none that he had encountered so far.
"We are aware." Male. To the point. Muffled, probably by a mask- ANBU, maybe.
"He needs treatment," the same female, agitated. If she was concerned about treating him then it was safe to assume he was back in Konoha or at least one of the outlaying villages. His escape had been successful.
"He will be admitted, Chunin-san," Male, but not the same as before. Muffled like the first though, there was a slight edge in the tone; Ibiki wondered if the man was subtly hinting for the woman to know her place, "as soon as he's been debriefed." Two masked men and one female of Chunin rank.
"I don't think so; out in the field you call the shots ANBU-san, but when it comes to the wounded, we are the law. Got it?" A medical ninja. He felt relief.
Who ever she was, she had guts. Ibiki groaned, a sickly pained sound, as his weight was forcibly shifted against the first ANBU's side; then there was the slight smell of smoke. Transportation jutsu, he realized, wishing that the ANBU had at least let the medic heal some of his wounds before taking him in to the interrogation rooms.
Note: The requests are being worked on and are in various stages of readiness. Thank you to everyone who did request something, for being so patient.
Hugs & Oreos!
Smurf