A/N: I'm sorry to say, I have been having problems writing this so the chapters might take some time in coming out. I DO NOT HAVE WRITERS BLOCK. I'm just suffering through a trench that Under A Killing Moon pointed out
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto; If I did it probably would never be finished.
Shoutouts-Two reviews only two
Under A Killing Moon: Like I said I don't know how to keep it moving at the moment, I know how it ends but not how to light a fire under it to get it to go forward, any suggests for this to help would be nice
And ANBU are Sexy: here she is well not really since I always do these before the chap
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Chapter 13: Sunset and Morino, Ibiki
Gaara head home, annoyed with the build of paperwork and the council members. Baki had told him about their order to kill Kyrie if she tried to kill another person of Suna again. He looked up at the horizon. The sun would be setting soon. In a whirl of sand he was gone and standing outside Kyrie's room.
He knocked and got no reply. He tried again and received the same result. Deciding not to wait for answer he opened the door. Few minutes of screaming and few hard and heavy objects chucked at him, and he found himself faced to a door just slammed into his face.
He had walked in on nude Kyrie, fresh from the shower. Her eye had twitched at the sound of his voice and the strangely cool air coming in from the hallway had her skin rising in goose bump. Gaara would never have guessed she could be scarier than his sister angry.
Grumbling under his bed he turned and head to the kitchen to eat but remembering that it would be Temari's cooking, he thought better of it and went to his room. And for some reason he realized he wasn't really hungry after the Kyrie incident.
-kitchen-
"Hey, Kyrie. Are you hungry?" Temari asked setting Kankuro's plate in front of him.
"No, not really." Kyrie scanned the table out of old habit. "Have either of you two seen Gaara?"
"No, but why would you ask that? It's not like you can see him." Kankuro tactlessly said.
"Old habits die hard, Kankuro," The blind kunoichi replied, "kind of like your habit of being an insensitive prick. Temari?"
"No, but you can either find him on the roof or his room. Personally, I'd try the roof," Temari helpfully itemized.
Kyrie nodded in Temari's direction before heading up the stairs. Instead of taking Temari's advice, Kyrie went to Gaara's room. One it was closer and two she didn't want to walk back down to his room if he wasn't on the roof.
She stood by his door and listened for his heartbeat and listened to its steady beating, almost lulling her to sleep. Shaking off the sleep, Kyrie knocked on the door and waited for a reply.
"G…g…Gaara." She frowned at her stuttering of his voice, wondering why she was nervous. "Please open up. I'm sorry for my reaction earl…"
The door swung open to let her in. "What?"
Her anger flared. "What? That is all you have to say? You walk in…you don't susssss…." Her voice trailed off in anger and she switched to just glowering at him.
Kyrie turned and stormed out of the room. She needed air and she head to the roof to get it. On walking out she sensed Gaara and turned but a wall of sand impeded her movement.
"What do you want now, Gaara?" she snapped angrily at him. How could he not understand where she was coming from? She had every right to be angry at him.
The sand swirled up and around her dragging her up and towards him. He transported them both to the cliff. "Sit."
She sat down, right in his lap and felt his arms snake around his waist. Kyrie wanted to stay angry at him. To shout and maybe smack across the face. But she couldn't stay angry at him. Sighing, Kyrie leaned back into him and closed her eyes. The hitai-ate still at the mansion.
"You probably are not going to like tomorrow," Gaara spoke softly, fearing another outburst from her.
"Why?"
"We were concerned and asked Konoha for some help. They complied with Ibiki."
Kyrie tensed recognizing the name instantly. He was suppose to be watched for awhile and then eventually assassinated by the Sound. More specifically, by her. She failed the mission. It was her first one as a Sound Ninja. They, her and her teammates, couldn't stick around to finish the job and left running. The five knowing it would mean interrogation and then death if they were caught. Even if she wanted to be caught, Furea wouldn't let her stay to be caught.
"You know him," Gaara said more then asked and the blind sixteen-year old nodded her head.
She slowly replied, "He might not take kindly to me. I was s'pose to kill him a couple years back."
The rest of the night was silent and uneventful. Gaara took her back to his room and she slept in his bed while he held her close to him.
-next morning-
Kyrie stretched and yawned widely. Her hand hit something that was both metal and cloth. Slowly she grabbed it and felt it, recognizing it as her hitai-ate. Carefully, she tied it around her eyes and went to her room to get dressed.
It was silent while everyone ate, like someone was going to their death. And the person going to her death was Kyrie. Originally, she would have let him capture, but now, even she was afraid to face him.
"Don't worry. It's not like he came here to slaughter, right?" Kankuro spoke trying to lighten the stifling mood that hung in the air menacingly.
"Nice question there, Kankuro. Are you so unsure that you actually think there is a possibility he will kill me?" Kyrie replied facing his direction.
"Gaara told us what your job once was. And right now Gaara is speaking to him. We are to bring you over to the Kazekage's office as soon as you are done eating," Temari replied bluntly, never caring to beat around the bushes with her friend.
Kyrie stood ready to go face whatever Ibiki would bring. "Let's go now then."
"Now." Kankuro sounded nervous and then he had to run to catch up with the leaving females.
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Kyrie sat facing Ibiki. She could hear in his tone that he wasn't happy about her pathetically feeble attempt at his life. But he accepted this mission from the Hokage to help they're ally. Not to mention, help probably destroy Orochimaru once and for all.
She had already given him a list of old bases and locations to be destroy and few others that had unknown locations that only the Snake Sannin knew. He also had a list of fighting techniques that the traitor had up his sleeve.
Morino, Ibiki had all this information about Orochimaru and the Sound Village but he still had nothing on the girl sitting serenely before him. Not even a single iota of idea on why she attacked unprovoked. He could only guess that Orochimaru had done a right good job on messing the kid up.
He dismissed her and got up. Ibiki was going to make a copy everything he took down and send it to Tsunada. The original, he would keep so he had to make two copies. The other copy would stay in Suna.
Tomorrow he would ask about the events that partook when she was in his captivity for four months. Maybe that would help lead to her unexplainable volatile mood swings.
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Kyrie sat with her arms crossed and watched Ibiki riffle through his papers. "What did you do those four months as Orochimaru's prisoner?"
"I wasn't his prisoner the whole time. I eventually started to look to him for salvation of my problems. Make him happy, you stay happy," she paused and then continued. "I did missions."
"What kind of missions?"
"Assassination, reconnaissance, and retrieval missions."
"What is that you getting information on?"
"The layout of Konohagakure. Bios of the ninjas. Mainly the ones that might pose a threat. You, Naruto, Kakashi, Tsunada, and a few others."
"And you relayed the information?"
"Yes."
"Was it useful to him?"
"Not that I know of. We didn't get punished so it must have been for him." She picked at her chin.
"Do you know where Orochimaru is?"
"No."
"What type of things did you retrieve?"
"Forbidden scrolls, mainly, and a few contacts between the villages. We even had to bring a few people to him. I believe you are missing a pink haired kunoichi. Right now she is probably rotting away in Orochimaru's lair."
"Who brought her to Orochimaru?"
"I did. It was a test, a test of my loyalty to Orochimaru."
"Are you loyal to him?"
"No."
"How did Orochimaru convince you to obey him?"
Kyrie reddens and her mouth stayed shut. Quickly she glance towards the door to where the four Sand ninjas were waiting and then back to Ibiki. Her instinct to run was flaring up in her. But she choked it down. She refused to answer that question.
"How did Orochimaru convince you to obey him?" Ibiki repeated and then changed the topic when she refused to answer yet again. "What were some of the experiments done on you?"
Kyrie still refused to answer. She didn't want to remember those events and she shook her head.
Ibiki sighed heavily. "Do you have any information on Orochimaru that we may not have?"
Ibiki copied everything that girl said. She even gave more on the layout of the Snake Sannin's hideouts. How the schematics were usually almost the same in everyone with slight variations. Afterwards he went through the information and made two copies as before. He wondered what the next day would hold for information. He tried to figure out what Orochimaru did to her to get her to fear him, to lose hope, to obey him, and what he did to her those four months that she was with him.
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A week had passed and Ibiki was having a hard time getting the information out of her. He was close to just using his back up arsenal. The only thing stopping him was Gaara. To actually use all of his interrogation and torture methods to get her to talk would probably have him dead in seconds. He stared at the silent girl and she stared back at him, through him. Her old hitai-ate glaring up at them. The note on it telling more of her past then she was.
"Are you planning on talking today?"
"When you ask the right questions."
"What did Orochimaru do when you were recaptured?" He already knew on of the things Orochimaru did thanks to Temari telling him.
"He tortured me. What did you expect him to do when his potential container runs out on him?"
"How did he torture?"
"Long needle dipped in poison. Then after he was done with me, he threw me into a dank, moldy, and dark cell."
"When did you start listening to him?"
"After he….a few times. I lost hope and I quickly forgot things. All I knew was him and his power and that I should fear him." Kyrie shivered remembering what he did and wishing to forget.
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"Kyrie," he hissed. "Come here."
She refused and stood in place, her eyes closed shut. The new hitai-ate, bearing the Sound symbol, tightly in her hand. Kyrie turned and tried to leave the room. But Orochimaru stopped her. His tongue wrapped tightly around her neck and dragging her back to him.
"Poor decision, Kyrie." She was in front of him, being held inches off the ground by his hands. His tongue went up and licked her face. "Come now, Kyrie. Scream for me."
A sharp object laced with poison pierced her side and unbidden, the scream ripped its way out of her mouth. Orochimaru threw her on the ground and tore her clothes off of her body. He was already enjoying himself. He stuck another poison laced needle into her right shoulder and a third into the inner thigh of her left leg. The shrieks that pierced the night giving him the most excitement he had in ages.
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Kyrie lay on the ground still screaming bloody murder. Gaara trying to comfort her but the air shield her Kekkei Genkai made stopped him from getting closer. When he did come close he received lacerations all over his sand shield.
Ibiki sat in his chair, his eyes closed in defeat. Even he couldn't take her screams, of horror or pain. He silent cursed Orochimaru to the worst pits of hell. He couldn't wait to get his hands on the Snake Sannin for all the atrocities he had committed. Especially for the ones he had done on this. The curse mark that was once hidden now glaring at him from her pale wrist.
Word of the day
Tact or tactless: showing or lack of showing care of what others feel or if it might offend them. Synonyms for tactless: insensitively, undiplomatically, indiscreetly, indelicately, thoughtlessly, inconsiderately, unfeelingly, injudiciously, carelessly, impolitely, unthinkingly, rudely, unkindly, clumsily, gauchely, crassly; tact: diplomacy, discretion, sensitivity, delicacy, thoughtfulness, consideration, perception, insight, discernment, skill, dexterity, subtlety, judgment, care, politeness
A/N: Oh by the way Gaara's back, although he is still no help what's so ever in being my muse. He can still be a pompous ass at time, but we all love his psycho-murdering tendency. Guess that means I have a death wish, don't it.
Gaara: -glares at me and sand soon surrounds me-
Me: -squeaks- Gaara-sama how many times to do I have to tell you you can't kill me
Gaara: -still glaring, sand gets tighter around me-
Me: The story dies with me, even if it is in a rut and needs help
Gaara: -turns and leaves, sand going with him-
Me: -grumbles- dammit Gaara's still pms-ing and now I have to clean the computer of all this confounding bloody sand
Oh and please review, i don't care if it is a flame