Enough Of This
Chapter Five: Points of Pain and Pleasure
Part 1
Ibiki lurked in the shadows.
A low thrum of anger buzzed in his throat as he watched Akari walk into the teahouse. Stupid little idiot. Wasn't she aware of what went on in places like that? Not just the alcohol or the drugs, but everything else as well. Rumors were born in places such as this.
Ibiki lurked in the shadows. Before he had been on the top of the building across the street, but had come down to the much closer alley way as soon as Hatake Kakashi had vacated it to go chase after the chuunin teacher. The Copy-Cat ninja's all too obvious intentions had left Ibiki all the more aware of his own, bringing up a surg of anger and frustration, both ladden with pent up lust. Lust in it's most raw form.
That was why, Ibiki told himself, he would simply wait in the alley way until he had confirmed that Akari got out of Matsumoto's without any serious problems.
And so Ibiki lurked in the shadows.
Shit.
The thought reverbrated through Akari's head as she made her way to the door, having taken advantage of a moment of distraction and escaped her drunk and horny coworkers. Artfullt donging grabby hands and ignopring catcalls, she managed to make it to the door without notice and escaped into the warm evening.
The alcohol she had consumed gave her light buzzing feeling and made her feel sleepy, but oddly inflamed at the same time. There was a slow steady burn and pull in her abdomen. Frowning, with one hand rubbing at her stomach and the other hand threading through her loose hair, Akari turned resolutely down the street and began to head back towards her sister's place.
The noises coming from the alley ways in this part of town were easy to ignore, which was perhaps why the young kunoichi was caught off guard and pulled into one.
Large hands were wrapped arounf her wrists, pulling her arms behind her, and a knee pressed into the small of her back pinned her face-first to the wall. Panic and instinct mixed, pushing adrinaline and the queer feeling in her belly soaring. She froze, suddenly realizing just what that feeling was, having felt it years before...
"Just what the fuck is that supposed to mean?!" Ibiki's deep voice growled next to her ear.
Akari, who had then realized just how screwed she would be if she didn't get alone quickly...Shit. The ache, egged on my hormones, had spread lower. Akari, in answer to Ibiki's demand, moaned and whimpered softly. Shit, she thought yet again, she had been so sure that her drinks hadn't been messed with, but no apprantly there had been a contact at the bar. If this happened to her, God only knew how many others it had happened to.
Ibiki went still behond her. Feeling his chest against her back, Akari felt a savage jerk in her lower abdomen and thighs. The drug, now raging through her system thanks to the adrinline released in the panic of being grabbed-- Damn Ibiki's eyes-- was something of a spanish fly. Stuffed full of pheromones, it enraged the sexual instincts of any who drank it. It was commonly used on female interrogation victems, sadly enough. Many kunoichi, when faced with voluntary rape, confessed rather than suffer the degrading acts that would follow refusing to speak after consuming.
Surely enough Ibiki seemed to have realised this as he let go of her immediately. After all he himself had used this on her, once upon a time.
A/N: Alrighty, guys i need your opinion. Would you rather i go back in time and detail what happened "once upon a time," or would you rather i continue to go forward withthe current plot. To warn you, a flash back would probably take long for me to write, seeing as i would have to work eveything out. Or i can give you a spoiler in response to a review you leave, if you want. I really don't know what i should do next. I know how the story is gonna go, but i'm not sure how long it's gonna take me to get there. If anyone has any questions as to the history of the story, or what has happened thus far, please feel free to ask.