AN: HOLY WOW. This chapter has been sitting on my computer for nine months almost finished. Sowwy. Don't hate poor Syril, she just graduated high school, and was busy...so yeah, after a long period of rest, here is, the latest chapter.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I told you it wasn't dead.
I think i'm a little insane right now, so enjoy and happy fourth of July!
Chapter 8:
Very Right and Angry
This man.
His attitude.
Akari felt like utter and complete crap for what she was doing, but that didn't stop her from feeling pissed. He didn't trust her. Memories swirled through her mind as she stared at the familiar face of Ibiki. Two years of utter loyalty had brought her to this point.
Achy and pissed and so unbelievably in lust with her boss, it was ridiculous. The only damper on the situation was that Ibiki himself had manipulated this entire encounter, had played Akari like an instrument, and Akari could damn well see it now. Bastard.
She had recognized his posturing right away, knew the reason for it. She had seen and registered in her mind his every move, memorizing his reason for it and she had kept her own self contained, feeling her misery in having to lie to Ibiki acutely, but also her anger in him doing this to her. One might think that the whole having sex thing might had softened his outlook on her person. And then it hit her. And then she got mad and started to answer his questions, even as she could see that he was leading her like a dog on a leash, cornering her like she was a fox and he was a hound, moving her right where he wanted her.
And now she was really angry that the one element of their encounter that she had registered, appreciated, and dismissed and been the most crucial- for both her and Ibiki.
Morino Ibiki had no shirt on.
As he had just said, he made his living on knowing things, but he didn't know everything, and Akari knew something herself.
It didn't matter what was in those files that Ibiki seemed so fond of fingering. People often said that actions spoke louder than words, and Ibiki's actions were screaming. Akari had had enough.
"Go fuck yourself, Morino," Akari said in response to his last question. She still felt like crap, like a worm under his gaze, but enough was enough. He wasn't wearing a shirt. He had set this whole scene up to come out with him as the victor, but the only thing that he had really done was leave himself open and vulnerable. She actually managed to smile around the feeling in her gut.
It was time to turn the tables.
"Why did you sleep with me, Morino?" Akari stood up and didn't much bother with holding her yukata closed modestly. As he had said, it was a little late for that. "Why haven't you slept with anyone else?"
Ibiki's wide eyes and open mouth would have been comical if it weren't so telling. His surprise told Akari that Hatsumi had been right about his celibacy. Perhaps she had been right in her being able to make him jealous. And perhaps Akari had just played Ibiki as much as he had played her, but without even noticing it.
"Rumor has it that you were living like a monk for three years? So why me?" Akari looked him directly in the eyes, settling her hands on her hips.
He was recovering form the surprise, she could tell, and she knew when he did she would lose her chance to say everything, to ask her own questions.
"Why did you fuck me? And don't you try to feed me any of your bullshit, you could've walked away, and I could've found someone else to screw the drug out of my system with." Inwardly Akari winced at her own crudeness, but pushed on anyway, knowing that her own anger would only last so long, and that Ibiki had found his bearings again. "And God, it was a nice fuck."
He just stared at her, caught between self-satisfaction and being scandalized.
What the…was he blushing?
Akari slowly seated herself again, cowed by the sight of Ibiki's rather flushed complexion.
Ibiki's dark kitchen suddenly looked a bit brighter, as Akari noticed Ibiki's ears (really quite nice ears, even with the mild scarring) were a dark pink. She was a little angry at the prospect of him being ashamed of his actions towards her, as she personally saw nothing wrong with the relationship, but with the other relationship that they shared ( the professional one). However, his blush meant he was embarrassed, which meant he was remembering last night, which meant that that he was completely aware of his actions, which meant that he had done what he had done, which meant that on some level of his thinking, Ibiki had wanted to sleep with her, which meant that, holy shit, Hatsumi was right about everything.
Ibiki's blush was beautiful. And she couldn't suppress her grin, and so she sat across the table from Ibiki, her guilt currently drowned out by her joy, grinning like an idiot, and feeling like that last fifteen minutes had almost never happened, and like all of her memories of three years before were only a weirdly erotic dream of some sort.
He didn't seem nearly as pleased with the recent turn of events and glared at her through his blush. "Who allowed you to get away? And what did you promise to do in return?" he demanded, trying to take back control of the situation, but almost stumbling over the words, still a dark red around the ears.
But Akari only grinned at him, happy and surprisingly unconcerned with his questions now, not very fearful at all of what he was capable of doing to her, though there was still a murmur at the back of her mind that was unsure and dreading. "It's a secret," she said in a sing song voice that she knew would grate on his nerves. Akari, still floating on her ocean of joy, went with her impulse and jumped forward, abandoning her yukata and using her hands to pull her still recovering boss towards her. She kissed him, something that shocked them both on varying levels, and stroked one hand down his chest. His skin rippled under her fingers as she whispered softly into his ear, "Shhh."
And before Ibiki could even respond she was gone, without so much as a puff of smoke, leaving him perplexed and uncomfortably warm. He raised one hand to his own chest, tracing the path Akari's hand had taken and swearing in a low soft tone.
What the hell had just happened?
Hatsumi wasn't at her apartment when Akari popped in. That could only mean that she was at the hospital, as it wasn't the right time of day to be out drinking and gossiping with friends. After tossing on a haphazard set of clothing, just as quick as she had left Ibiki, she zoomed away from her sister's place.
It took her next to no time to pin point to medic-nin's whereabouts. Akari perched on the window ledge above where her sister sat, filing away old records, waiting to be noticed. At last Hatsumi stilled, looking up at her sister.
She gave her a long look, taking in the bite mark, the visible bruises, her haphazard clothes and lastly her surprisingly relaxed posture, as she stood crouching in the edge of the window.
"Well," Hatsumi said at last. "Someone got lucky last night."
Akari grinned briefly, saying simply, "You were right."
"I am right about many things, imouto-chan, you will have to be more specific." Hatsumi was surprised. Her sister was a very average person, with few hobbies and friends. She was an average ninja, the only area she excelled at was espionage. The only real aspect of her life that she took seriously was her work. Which was why it messed Akari up so bad when she had issues with Morino Ibiki, and why she had been so angry when he had accused her of all but treason.
Akari rolled her eyes, though a vague shadow was still on her face, and said, "I'll see you later tonight."
And she was gone again.
The Hokage's offices were rather pathetically guarded, as compared the security Akari had had to make her way around in the Rain Village. The kunoichi managed to slip past the "guards" and into a corner of Tsunade's empty office unnoticed.
Akari folded her arms across her chest and waited for the Hokage to return. She did not have long to wait, as no sooner had Akari settled back she heard the voice of the leader of the Leaf Village booming down the hallway, arguing with her aid, the girl Shizune.
"But Tsunade-sama, we don't have time for the confirmation, we mist act now-"
"We don't have the ability, Shizune, Dan-" The large-busted blonde woman stilled as soon as she stepped into the room, her sharp golden eyes seeking immediately out the corner where Akari stood. Shizune's eyes quickly followed her master's gaze and the girl stepped quickly in front of the Hokage, one hand going to her sleeve doubtless for a weapon.
Akari stepped nimbly away from the wall, bringing her own hands out to the side and bowing low from the waist, sure the let her backwards forehead protector gleam pointedly. "I mean no threat, Godaime. I carry a message, specifically for your ears." Akari stayed low, but lifted her eyes, locking them with the older woman's. "Your ears alone."
Tsunade was silent, staring down at Akari for a long moment finally she nodded and dismissed her aide curtly. Shizune looked as if she was going to argue, but left after a searing glare from her master, looking over her shoulder to memorize the face of the unknown Leaf Ninja before she closed the door.
***"I…see, Akari-san. How long have you been back?"
"Not even three days yet."
"And why has it taken you this long to deliver this message?"
"I had to be sure, Hokage, that there was no traitor waiting her to receive it."
"There are only a scant few that would be high up enough to intercept something like this, chunin. Who exactly did you have in mind?"
Akari thought about looking away then, but it was obvious. There were three people who would be able to use this massage beyond it's original context. The Hokage herself, Ibiki and that shadowed figure out of the Roots, Danzo. Akari knew from her own time floating around Anbu, that Danzo had something up his sleeves, he was too political not to, so she had taken the extra step in her message from the ninja who had saved her from the Rain Village by delivering it solely to the Hokage. But Ibiki…that had not been well done, in Akari's opinion. She had tarried too long, and now this message, she knew it would be too late to do any good for the man that had stayed behind.
"My suspicions have been laid to rest, Godaime. The only actions I have left to take is to beg for you forgiveness in my foolish actions since returning, and to offer my services in doing whatever you might require in your response to the message that I am so late in delivering."
Akari had been looking at the woman up until now, but at the sudden swell of emotions in the woman's eyes, she bowed low again, feeling an unfamiliar feeling creep into her belly. She had got what she wanted from the man she followed, or at least a version of it, while another man and the woman in front of her would never see each other again. The love and sorrow in the Hokage's eyes was almost too much to bear.
The formality of the speech Akari had just given felt awkward to her, and Akari knew that whatever the woman before her was dealing with, she would not be able to help in the least.
"Thank you, Akari, for the message. I will summon you if I find anything hat you may be able to help with. Is there anything else?"
Akari felt like kissing the woman's hands in her gratitude for the dismissal, but…there was one more thing…
Iruka was sitting at his table, working again on the paperwork that plagued his chosen duties, carefully correcting any misconceptions about the theories behind the use of genjutsu. His body felt unusually sluggish, heavy and weighted but liquid all at the same time, arousal singing through it in a slow but insistent melody, physically manifesting itself and allowing for the teacher's mind to wonder away from his tasks.
He knew it was the memory flashes that were doing him in, the heat, the noises ,the sensation of skin sliding on skin, the relief of having such close human contact. Iruka had been celibate for far too long, as his body seemed to be telling him. Hatake Kakashi had simply been a convenient body around, or so he tried to tell himself. Iruka knew that it was more than likely that the role of convenient body probably went to him.
"Damn it," he said, tossing his pen down and shoving away from his desk.
He stood up and paced angrily around his living room, scowling at the individual areas of it, remembering whose mouth had been where the night before…
"Damn it all. And damn that Hatake!" After a brief moment of debate, Iruka decided that he needed to get some air, unwind a little and stop depriving himself so, else this situation pop up again. No pun intended.