Thanks a lot to xDarakuxShitaxTenshix for the review to the last story =D

This took me sooooooo long to upload it. I am so sorry. Well, I'm set on giving you the whole story, so may it be regularely or not, you GILL GET the whole story =D, promise. So, anyhow ... the poem is from Kobayashi again.

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No Sky

or

The Day After The Incident (?)

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Sakura broke down. She was angry, she was frustrated and god damn it she was sad. An angry yell and the clashing of medical instruments told the subordinates of the pink-haired medic not to disturb or come close to the room she was in, in any way.

The pink-haired medic looked down on the girl in front of her. Damn it, yesterday had been her birthday … fuck it, it had been a lucky strike … she hadn't been from the village … not even from the country. She gripped the table in front of her in a vehement grip.

"Morino-san, I don't think it's a good idea to go in there right now." A medic tried.

"I have to get information on the victim so if you won't let me in, I'm going to find a way in." he threatened before he brushed past the man and barged through the door.

He was welcomed with a relatively destroyed and completely unorganized room, Sakura bowing over the corpse, no … she was falling.

Silently he closed the door behind him and watched her. The table in front of her was sporting new cracks on the rim – she had been gripping it too tight, there was no mistaking it.

She was on her knees and breathing heavily. Carefully he came close to her and released the table of her viscous grip. The arm dropped down next to her as she stared into nothingness.

"That was exactly the reason why we were there … that something like this wouldn't happen … that was why I agreed to be bait … and look … all of it futile … useless … she's lying just in front of me."

Carefully he helped her to stand up and made her sit down on the ground, away from sharp scalpels and the corpse. He sat down next to her and handed her a thermos can with tea. She took it wordlessly and opened it.

Ibiki was a master of torture and interrogation. He was able to make his victims talk without even using anything. He loved the psychological aspect of torture much more, talking to a victim and knowing that words could be so much more effective. He hadn't worked so long with Inoichi for nothing.

He knew the brain exactly, he knew its' functions and its' reactions. Sakura wasn't exactly stable at the moment, but she pulled herself together the best possible. She tried hard not to show her subordinates how shitty she was really doing and gave her very best not to let her emotions show. But he knew her … he knew his Lolly-pop. She was disappointed in herself for not being able to prevent it.

She gulped the hot liquid down and he shortly wondered how she couldn't burn herself – he knew that he had made sure the tea was hot. Maybe the fact that he spiked it should not be mentioned …

When she had calmed down she looked at the corpse again and sighed. Slowly standing up she leaned against the wall and then patted him softly on the head.

He let it happen, knowing that she needed someone to be strong for and well … he was the only one in her radius at the moment.

Without saying another word she started the autopsy, talking clearly into a recorder, as she made different findings. Ibiki listened carefully. The girl had been raped, before she had been stabbed with a knife right into the neck, at the skull base.

When she had finished she cleaned up and took a deep breath.

"Damn it …" she seethed again. "You know that we have only a limited number of chances to find him, right giant?"

He nodded his head and stood up coming over to her. He looked at the watch.

"Might as well come with me, it's 10 minutes past 6. By now they should have been able to clear out the folders …"

She nodded as she hung up her coat and left the room with him. The medics outside the room looked at the big man with awe as he came out alive of the room. He wasn't even sporting a bruise!

As they stepped out of the hospital, Sakura stopped immediately.

"Right … it's December." She whispered as she looked at the thick snowflakes covering the already white soil.

"No sky
no earth - but still
snowflakes fall."

He hummed approvingly. The silent white was sailing down and as Sakura stepped out of the door completely and stretched out her hand some snowflakes landed on her and much to his surprise didn't melt until she shivered and exhaled.

"It's beautiful." She whispered. Then cleared her throat. "Sorry. We should get going."

He nodded and they made their way to the interrogation tower. He caught her smiling broadly at the children that were playing with the snow or sticking their tongues out to catch the snowflakes – but only when she thought he wasn't looking. A small smirk showed on his face again. She looked so … content when looking at the children.

When they arrived Sakura jumped up and down a few times to shake most of the snow off her clothes, while he only shrugged two times to get the stuff down. As soon as they were in the team room they looked at the sleeping figures. None of them had changed out of their 'mission-clothes' and while Ibiki looked less than pleased she placed a hand on his arm.

"They are no machines, scarface." She explained defiantly before tiptoeing over to the chart and looking at it.

Anko's neat writing concluded what they had found. She smiled at it and eyed a lone corner of the big room. She pointed towards it and pouted cutely.

"What if we … talk about this together and fill them in later?" she asked him.

He grunted … he wasn't pleased at all to have his team sleeping, but right now there wasn't really anything he could do about it … his student would punch him through whole Konoha. Annoyed he nodded and went to go over to the corner. She lifted the chart silently and brought it over to the corner, where he already sat down and shed his coat.

She skimmed his appearance for a moment. The long sleeved, gray uniform of the TI-department (Torture and Interrogation department) fit on his body and gave him a regal look. As if he was a general much less than a shinobi.

Without losing any time she sat down next to him and they went over the details the team had found out. At eight in the evening, they were nearly drowning in folders and files all around them. Sakura was slowly getting tired, but the information in front of her was much more important.

Of course the name Yatako had been a pseudonym … more or less. It was an Anagram.

"Takayo Minate." She sighed finally. "He already has payed for some crimes … minor ones though … no, wait. Three rapes. God …" she leaned away from the folder with a disgusted face.

"What is it Lolly-pop? Something to hard to digest for you?" he mocked her.

"He raped his own sister, fuck-face." She seethed.

Anko awoke when soft light splayed over her face. She popped her neck and opened her heavy eyelids. It took her a minute to realize that she was at her working place; to be precise in the team discussion room. She looked around and found Kotetsu lying on the table, Izumo had only placed his head on the table and Hayate had fallen asleep over his papers.

She looked around and found the chart standing in front of the black leather couch, a pile of folders and files around said couch. She could make out only two feet and by the looks of it they were her sempai's. No one else would wear those military boots … So where was Sakura-chan?

Carefully she stood up and stretched. A few more cartilages popped into place as she did so. A bit dizzy she straightened up and tiptoed around the table and towards the couch. Her sempai had been bathing in folders! – she realized when she started counting them on her way there.

Only to forget the number, when she had reached her destination – the couch.

She swallowed.

She stared.

She blinked.

She pinched herself to make sure that she WASN'T dreaming.

But when she realized that she WASN'T sleeping, she wasn't dreaming, she didn't have a sugar shock, she was still sane, this wasn't a genjutsu … she couldn't help but stare.

There right in front of her, on the couch, in flesh and blood, lay her sempai: Morino Ibiki, the head of the TI-department with only twenty, the demon of Konoha who didn't held a Bijuu, the most feared man in the whole fire country … and he was sleeping … with a pink-haired konoichi splayed on him, his coat draped over the two.

It was almost cute, she realized as she bit her thumb and continued to stare at them. That was until her mother senses kicked in and she went to get a nice breakfast for all of them. Of course none of them – except for Ibiki – knew about Sakura's dislike of sweet food. Not even Anko … but there were some things that this woman didn't know.

Izumo woke up when he heard two males chuckle. Very likely Hayate and Kotetsu. He looked up from his place and turned his head to see the two of them stand next to the couch and look. Slowly he stood up.

"Whad's so funny?" he slurred.

"Shhhht." Kotetsu shushed him and waved him over.

Interested in what got his friends so giggly he tiptoed over to them only to join them chuckling.

"Isn't it an endearing sight …" he commented a bit dryly.

"Che … wait until they see these …" Hayate handed him two Polaroid pictures of the scene before him.

"Damn it … when did you…?"

"Five minutes prior. Anko is getting breakfast as it seems." Kotetsu informed.

"Good thing, I could use some sugar right now."

While they were speaking they heard a silent rustling of plastic and turned their heads to see Anko – now in her usual attire. She pointed to her office and they all nodded, following her to their delicious … and incredible sweet … breakfast.

Sakura and Ibiki entered half an hour later. Ibiki wore his bad-ass expression again and the rest had to do their best not to giggle like crazy. Sakura instead was still a bit sleepy and when she stretched several cartilages popped. Hayate cringed, he never liked the sound. When the pink-haired woman looked through the breakfast and found nothing that wasn't sweet she tried it with coffee … only to find that that one was NOT sugar free. Result: a grumpy konoichi.

"God damn it …" she seethed as she tied her hair into a bun.

"Ohhh … poor Lolly-pop, nothing for breakfast."

Oh, oh, Ibiki. You should know better than to piss off an already grumpy konoichi. His mind warned him, but it was already too late, as she took down the lid of the coffee cup and poured the hot liquid over him.

"Shut your fucking mouth, asshole. At least I wasn't the one who passed out after five hours of working. Now if you need me, of which I'm sure you won't because you're a super maniac brain and know everything and I'm useless to you anyways, I'm at home and having breakfast."

They watched her storm out of the tower and looked at Ibiki, who still stared straight ahead. He had just been poured coffee on … by his apprentice none the less.

"Sempai … what about her?"

"She hates sugar with a burning passion." He deadpanned – still staring ahead. Damn it, the burns would hurt like a bitch. That WOMAN!

So, well ... basically Sakura gave him trick since she didn't receive the treat after working for so long ... it's a bit lame and needs support of the next few chapters^^.

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