Ahem: I know… I deserve to be punished for writing this. Perhaps, you can come up with something sufficient. You know, other than the pain of knowing that I don't own Naruto (This also doubles as my disclaimer as it clearly states that I don't own Naruto).
Closet Case… or the Case of the Closet, which ever.
Part 2: Ibiki's Closet.
Ibiki's closet was orderly. Meaning that it was exceptionally bare. He didn't use his closet for much, as he preferred to keep his things in the chest of drawers that stood against the wall of his bedroom. Though the closet wasn't completely empty; no, it had, hanging in it, a few spare uniforms, and his best yukata, the one he'd gotten in hopes of… well, why he had spent so much on the thing is his business and his secret to keep. Lets not linger on it any longer.
Ibiki has not one, but two closets. And it is this second closet that is of importance to this tangled tale. This second closet isn't exactly his. But it is in the room where he works, and he is the only one who ever really uses it with the exception of Anko when she feels like actually hanging up that coat of hers, or Asuma and Kurenai when they start to get a little antsy and are in need of a darkened corner. In that sense it does belong to him, but in reality it is a public closet. The public to whom it belongs being the shinobi and kunoichi of Konoha, specifically those of Chuunin rank or higher.
Ibiki liked his closets. He liked them a lot. They reminded him of someone, even if that person probably wouldn't like the fact that closets were now a reminder of him. Sometimes, when he was sitting at the desk on the other side of the room, doing paperwork, or going over notes from interrogations past, he would catch sight of the closet out of the corner of his eye, and he would smile.
Who cared that everyone thought he was smiling over some new method of mental torture he had concocted? Who cared if when the newer ninja on staff saw him smile they got nervous and took several steps back? It was his closet, and he could smile at it if he wanted to.
Again with the shortness. At least I limit my suckiness to a few paragraphs.