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"Ibiki...hurt me."

Ibiki's scarred hands pressed against the woman's back. He could feel her- her slightly parted lips, her heavy eyelashes, her breasts pressing into his chest. More than that, he could feel the poison seeping in to him in every word she spoke, every gesture she made. He wanted to hurt her so badly. He wanted to make her pay for everything she'd done to him. He wanted her to make him hurt, but in a good way. He pressed his lips against hers deceptively gently before gripping her so hard her bones would break, tearing into her the way they had torn into him, becoming one of with her, enjoying her screams of mixed ecstasy and pain. She had made him scream, she had nearly broken him time and time again, and now it was his turn.

He kissed her again, and this time there was no gentleness.

Ibiki woke up sweating, his sheets twisted around him in a strangled hold. He was panting heavily, and to his eternal shame he could feel an erection. He quickly hobbled out of bed and limped to the shower, making sure it was the coldest one he'd ever had.

Recalling the image of the woman who had tortured him in his mind, he felt squeamish. He had wanted to be hurt, to hurt her, in that dream. She had been the one to scar his body like this, and now he was having wet dreams about her. He felt embarrassed beyond belief, and worried this meant he was becoming a sadist.

He pulled on his clothes, standard uniform, gloves, and a hat. He wasn't allowed to wear the flak jacket because he wasn't on duty. He remembered the look on Shizune's face when he said he still wanted to be a ninja. She had looked shocked and skeptical and disbelieving. She didn't think he could do it. At times like this, he didn't think he could do it.

He felt angry. Out of nowhere, he felt so angry he couldn't contain it. He had to hurt someone. He had to, or he would burst. He was so angry, angry at himself and her and the men who had hurt him and Inoichi and the Hokage and the world in general. He could feel his heart pounding, and red spots clouded his vision as overwhelming rage hit him. He had to hurt someone, anyone. Ino's room was right next door. She would probably still be sleeping. He gripped the edge of the door frame and yelled at himself, screamed and reprimanded himself, saying that he couldn't do that, couldn't. But he had to hurt someone. With no other solution, he grabbed his own wrist, the rage still burning his vision black, and snapped it. The anger disappeared and was replaced by a sharp pain. He gritted his teeth but made no sound. He'd experienced much worse.

Closing his eyes, he snapped it back into place, grunting. He put a splint on it and wrapped it in thick gauze, hiding it under his ever-present gloves. If Shizune asked him about it he would tell the truth, that there was nothing else he could have done. He would never hurt Inoichi or his family, not after they were the only ones to care about him after what happened to him.

"Ibiki, there's someone here for you!" called a voice from downstairs. Mildly surprised, Ibiki figured one of the ANBU had witnessed what had just happened and was reporting to Inoichi about it.

He trudged downstairs, stumbling down the steps awkwardly, the painful pressure on his left leg making him avoid using it as much as possible.

He saw Inoichi smiling at him, and knew that he wasn't here because the ANBU had said something.

"Ibiki-chan!"

He bristled at the nickname. Whose voice was that? It sounded so familiar...

"It's me, Anko!" Anko was smiling broadly at him, and he stared blankly.

"I'll go, if you want some time to catch up," offered Inoichi. "I'll watch the shop."

Inoichi left, and Ibiki sat down, watching Anko cautiously. He hadn't forgotten his six months in the hospital, with no one to visit him except Inoichi.

Anko looked almost the same, although she was about an inch taller and wore even less than she used to. He spotted an ANBU tattoo under her fishnet mesh.

"Hello, Mitarashi-san." he said stiffly.

Anko wasn't nearly as excitable as he had expected. "You don't need to be so formal." she reprimanded.

He stared at his hands. "I guess."

"Ibiki-san," He noticed the honorific change immediately. "I couldn't visit you, and I'm sorry. I had to go on a seven-month long mission right after I heard about you. I would've come if I could've."

"Honestly?" He didn't know it, but he looked so vulnerable it was all Anko could do not to smother him with large-breasted affection right there. And she'd thought she'd gotten the bad end of the stick. She didn't know what they'd done to the big man, but now Ibiki looked small and scared and in desperate need of attention.

"Would I lie to you?"

"Yes."

"No," she scowled. "No, I wouldn't."

"Everyone lies."

"Well, I lie, but not to you."

"I'm not sure I believe you." he admitted.

"Ibiki-chan," whined Anko. "You're so mean."

"I'm not trying to. I don't quite believe anyone about anything."

"So it's not personal?" she smirked.

"Exactly." he said, relieved.

"Holy crap, man, what happened to your social skills?" She sat on the arm of the chair and swung her legs. "You were, like, the king of manipulation. Always had me running errands I didn't even know I was doing."

"I guess."

"You never hit on me once. I never got that. Didn't you think I was pretty?"

"Yeah."

"Then why?"

"I was busy."

"Doing what?"

Ibiki felt uncomfortable. "I don't want to talk about it."

Anko smiled. "Sorry. I'm a jerk, aren't I? It's nice to be back in Konoha, although I don't like the looks I get. I'm not a traitor, ya know?"

"I know."

"Thanks. You're the only one who's not an ass to me. Probably cause you got beat the shit out of in some village's dungeons."

"Yeah."

Anko pulled a deck of playing cards out of...Ibiki wasn't really sure where.

"Wanna play?"

"Sure."

Anko knelt on the floor and Ibiki, with some difficulty, joined her. She dealt him cards.

"What are we playing?" he asked. "Poker?"

"Go Fish." she replied cheerily.

He smiled. "Okay."

They played in silence, and it was the first time Ibiki ever really understood Anko. It was also the first time anyone had understood him in a long, long time.

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