The Boy in the Park
Chapter Twenty
He was officially reprimanded for being late that day, and after swearing he wouldn't do it again, he resigned himself to overworking for a while. He received frosty glares from the Kunoichi teacher, but refused to bow his head and beg forgiveness.
He wasn't the one wrong: she was!
As he piled another stack of papers, he heard the window of the academy open. He didn't even glance at who was entering, but simply looked at the marks he still had to grade. Usually when a Chuunin entered from the window it was because they had forgotten something —and all ninja were too fast for him to see anyway.
It was then that a pair of hands covered his eyes, and a feminine voice said with a teasing voice.
"Guess who?"
"Anko?"
He remarked, feeling slightly embarrassed…what exactly did you say to someone you 'might' have done 'that' with? 'Maybe' take a pill? Then again, saying something like that would be rude, wouldn't it?
"Exactly! You win a prize!" she hugged him from behind, letting him feel with the back of his head her perky breasts. "So, mister boring teacher…" he could feel her smile, "You doing anything important right now?"
"I'm doing some extra hours because I was late this morning. Weren't you scolded too at work?"
"Ah…I've got way, way laxer bosses…and sometimes I don't get to work for quite a bit but they pay me all the same!" she dropped her chin on his head, while her hands went roaming on his cheeks. "So, how about we go outside, and I finish corrupting you?"
"I'm sorry, but work is work," he replied while nervously swallowing. "And…uhm," he felt the two tickets for the cinema still in his pocket. "If you want, you can go see this with a friend. I probably won't have free time this week at all to begin with," he handed her the tickets, only to see her hazel pupil-less eyes blink and look back at him perplexedly.
"What? Like…no strings attached?"
"I don't have time; you probably have…knock yourself out?"
She answered that by roughly tongue kissing him in that instant, holding his mouth hostage with her own.
By the time she was finished, he had a faint trace of her lipstick on his lips, and a light dribble of drool down the corner of his mouth.
"I will!" she cackled and then dashed out of the window.
He looked up at the ceiling a moment more.
"What the hell…was that?" he murmured softly, before wiping his lips with the back of his hand. Five seconds of calm, and then he was back working.
If he ignored the elephant in the room, he could still do his work.
He should have asked if they did something, but he had half the feeling that he wouldn't get a definite answer from the woman. By the time he was done with his work, he left the academy while whistling and someone promptly grabbed his waist five seconds later.
He even got a sack over his head, and when he came to, he was in an underground bunker filled with torture devices, his arms strapped to a chair just like his head.
He swallowed nervously. That had been something fast to do, but…well, torture instruments. He wasn't supposed to panic. It wasn't as if they'd torture him for nothing, right? They would ask him questions, maybe, concerning what? Did the Kunoichi teacher have friends in high places?
"Well," a deep male voice grumbled. "You're the guy who went out with Anko last night, weren't you?"
Oh Kami…if he was the rebound guy, then…then he was the ex-boyfriend? An interrogator? He was screwed.
"Now, now, no need to be afraid…" there was the sound of a screwdriver starting to work. "If you did nothing wrong, then there's nothing to fear."
"Ehi…listen…aren't you taking this…a bit too far?" he tried weakly.
"Who? Me? No, I'm just doing my job," the man came into view a moment later. A bandana covered his face as he had the wickedest grin he had ever seen. He was staring at Ibiki Morino, and that…that nearly made him faint. Ibiki Morino, the head of the Torture and Interrogation Department…was Anko's ex!?
Oh Kami…he was so dead.
"Look, pal," he tried with a slight and nervous smile. "I understand you're angry, but…"
"Oh no, on the contrary," Ibiki smiled like a feral wolf, "I'm happy Anko found someone."
Wait, so he wasn't the ex-boyfriend?
"Then…why this?"
"Well, I need to make sure you're up to it. You see, in our line of work, it's normal for spies to come closer to some of our members to get information…and you? You could be the perfect sleeper agent…"
He swallowed. So…this wasn't the boyfriend, but the Papa-Bear?
Oh, wonderful…he was screwed.
"Let's start with something easy," Ibiki smiled.
He shuddered.
When he was brought out —with a black bag over his head to prevent him from seeing where the place was— he was pretty sure he had told the man even his bank account number —and something told him the man knew it to begin with!
He actually felt violated. It was probably the feeling of being powerless, but it still was not a good thing. He needed a shower, urgently.
He actually wobbled his way back home and entered, closing the door behind him and firmly embracing himself as if he had shivers. It hadn't been funny. It hadn't been normal. It…Really, he had been in the torture and interrogation department of Konoha! Who sane of their minds would enjoy such a place!?
He didn't even want to know how Anko and Ibiki knew each other. He didn't want to know anything at all!
He remained under the showerhead for ten good minutes, until the boiler gave away and the water turned icy cold.
He was out of the shower once he realized his skin was turning pale and cadaveric, and as he carefully slipped on some more comfortable clothes, he laid face down on the mattress of his bed. He shuddered in his sleep.
When he next awoke, it was to find a basket of fruit on his table and a note settled between them.
Someone had entered his house in the night, without him hearing them, and then had left…but that didn't make him feel any safer than before.
He carefully looked at the note, and shuddered once more.
Sorry for what Ibiki did! He's really sorry too! This is from the people of the Torture and Interrogation Department, hope you enjoy!
PS: are you free next Saturday?
PPS: Who cares, I'm coming next Saturday anyway!
XXX, the one and only Anko!
"Kami," he muttered. "Kami help me, please."