Disclaimer- I don't own Naruto.

New chapter! Yay! Honestly, I don't have much else to say...

Enjoy! :)

"Danzo-san formally requests the presence of Ibiki Morino in Headquarters." The ANBU was wearing a mask, but judging by the inflections it was undoubtedly Kakashi. He knew Hatake wasn't in the Foundation, so Inoichi wondered briefly who was involved in this.

Ibiki stared at his hands. His loudest volume was barely more than a whisper, but Inoichi managed to hear him say, "When?"

"Now," said Kakashi, his voice neutral. 'Inoichi-san, you pay attend too."

"Of course." said Inoichi, letting a little indignation seep into his voice.

They followed Hatake to a building that was well known to be the false Headquarters of the Foundation. When they entered the meeting room, Danzo was standing, leaning heavily on his cane. He was wearing a smirk that made Inoichi uneasy.

"You requested us?" said Inoichi, when Ibiki didn't look like he was going to say anything.

"I requested Morino-san, actually. You were just allowed to tag along." said Danzo derisively.

"That's a polite thing to say to the head of the Yamanaka clan." replied Inoichi calmly.

"My apologies. Let's get down to business. Morino-san you were previously a high-ranking member of the Torture and Interrogation Squad, correct?"

"...Yeah."

"What were you planning to do after you recovered from your injuries?"

"Become a ninja again." said Ibiki immediately.

"I can't promise you anything permanent, but we think we can provide you with a little work for today."

"W-What?"

Inoichi couldn't believe what he was hearing. Danzo was having Ibiki work as a shinobi again? Ibiki was completely unstable, and it would be harmful to everyone involved. What could they possibly want Ibiki to do?

Then his blood ran cold. Oh no. Not that. Ibiki was renowned for his skill in torturing people. They wouldn't ask him to do an interrogation, would they? They knew it would destroy Ibiki, didn't they? But this was Danzo, and Inoichi knew that when it came to the individual he really didn't care. Danzo's sights were set of the village's best interests.

"We have a prisoner who has proved to be impervious to all methods of interrogation. We were wondering if you could take a look at him and see what you could do."

"I was just a lackey," said Ibiki quietly. "I'm not sure I'd be of any use."

"A lackey with a record to knock a jonin off their polished little feet." replied Danzo smoothly.

"There's no proof that I'm still any good at it."

"Tel me, will you do it?"

Ibiki glanced guiltily at Inoichi, who was silently praying that Ibiki said no while having the sinking feel he wouldn't. Ibiki's greatest dream was to be useful to Konoha, and he already had the opportunity to do so.

"I'll do it."

Inoichi swore under his breath.

The two young chunin behind Inoichi were sniggering, and Inoichi wanted to smack the both of them. He paced the hallway. Ibiki had only been in the interrogation room for a few minutes and he was already as anxious as a mother hen.

"How much blood do you think'll be on his hands?" muttered one chunin maliciously.

"He'll probably take out one of his internal organs, like his appendix of something." snickered the other.

"Probably getting out all his anger for being tortured. Too bad he was stupid enough to get caught in the first place, the pansy."

Inoichi was nervous enough without this assholes behind him. He let some killer intent seep into his gaze, boosting the scariness of the face with chakra. The two chunin scurried away.

It was only three more minutes before Ibiki emerged from the room, his face strengely pale but determined. Inoichi saw that Ibiki's hands were indeed covered with blood.

"How'd it go?"

"I have the information."

"Is the prisoner alive?"

"Unfortunately."

"Unfortunately?"

"Unfortunately for him." mumbled Ibiki. He started washing his hands at the sink, scrubbing hard but not succeeding in getting the gore out from under his fingernails. Inoichi peeked in the interrogation room and felt sick. The man was unconscious, his head slouched over. Ibiki could see the blood and gore on the man's skin, and the man was holding...Inoichi squinted. What was he holding? Inoichi involuntarily gagged when he figured it out. A kidney. The man was holding one of his own kidneys.

"I'm a bad person, aren't I?" said Ibiki softly, still scrubbing at his fingers.

"No...just..." Inoichi was having trouble denying Ibiki's claim, having trouble putting words to his thoughts. "...unbalanced...you're just unbalanced."

"I enjoyed it. Now I just feel guilty, but I enjoyed it."

"Are you all right?" Inoichi put a hesitant hand on Ibiki's shoulder.

Ibiki sighed deeply, and it wasn't the sigh of a twenty-three year old man. It was the sign of an old war veteran who'd seen too much and didn't even know if he'd fought on the right side.

But, when Inoichi thought about it, that's what Ibiki was.

Reviews are love! :)