Torture Comes in Many Forms
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Adult ++
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The Head
Chapter 12: The Head
The alarm was shockingly loud. Kabuto had slaughtered eight elite ANBU who had been guarding Sasuke four years ago, something no one in ANBU had forgot. Despite the fact that I.A.T. was supposed to keep people alive, instincts and unconscious emotions sometimes interfered. It wasn’t the first time an escaping “subject” had been slaughtered, but it was an embarrassing failure. After all, when the ninja you have accidentally killed can regrow cells to the point of healing a hole cut through his chest, “accidents” aren’t usually fatal. But regrowing heads is not really something that works—Kabuto was dead, beheaded by the ANBU guard in the bear mask. His shaved head lay on the floor, the blood splattered everywhere.
What was perhaps the most surprising and pathetic aspect of the whole thing was that no one was really looking at the corpse. No one was thinking about the corpse and the rage of the Hokage. The sight of Ibiki naked and erect, covered with scars, weapons pouch in his mouth, kunai in his hands had reduced an elite black ops team to blinking, confused men—cripes, that cock of Ibiki’s couldn’t be that long, that big, could it? The ANBU in the tiger mask dropped his katana, tried to catch it, and slipped in the blood, ending up on his ass.
The thud as he hit the floor seemed to snap Ibiki out of his frozen state. He tossed the kunai to the fox mask and bent to pick up Kabuto’s head. Sai reappeared with Ibiki’s long coat, naked himself, but at the moment, not something attracting much attention.
“Put the goddamn coat on, Ibiki, before you take that bastard’s head to the Hokage and find out how badly we’ve screwed Konoha,” said Sai pulling the head out of Ibiki’s hands and shoving the coat at him. In front of twelve masked ANBU members, Ibiki pulled on his black coat and buttoned it, took Kabuto’s head back from Sai, and vanished.
It was at this point that Sai became aware that he was now the most interesting thing to look at. A headless corpse was old hat for an ANBU member. The lover of Ibiki, naked, love bites on his body, and impressively hung despite not showing any sigh of arousal—well, that was certainly worth staring at.
Sai, however, wasn’t thinking about himself. His voice, so angry and passionate when talking to Ibiki, was back to its usual calm, detached tone. Into the silence, Sai said, “Ibiki-sama believes his body is repulsive.” He then made that face—that disturbing “smile” that eerily wasn’t a smile, that was so subtly wrong it seemed sinister, alien. Sai cracked his knuckles, turned, and walked back to the small room he and Ibiki were sharing. There really wasn’t any need for him to put the threat into words.
The alarm was shockingly loud. Kabuto had slaughtered eight elite ANBU who had been guarding Sasuke four years ago, something no one in ANBU had forgot. Despite the fact that I.A.T. was supposed to keep people alive, instincts and unconscious emotions sometimes interfered. It wasn’t the first time an escaping “subject” had been slaughtered, but it was an embarrassing failure. After all, when the ninja you have accidentally killed can regrow cells to the point of healing a hole cut through his chest, “accidents” aren’t usually fatal. But regrowing heads is not really something that works—Kabuto was dead, beheaded by the ANBU guard in the bear mask. His shaved head lay on the floor, the blood splattered everywhere.
What was perhaps the most surprising and pathetic aspect of the whole thing was that no one was really looking at the corpse. No one was thinking about the corpse and the rage of the Hokage. The sight of Ibiki naked and erect, covered with scars, weapons pouch in his mouth, kunai in his hands had reduced an elite black ops team to blinking, confused men—cripes, that cock of Ibiki’s couldn’t be that long, that big, could it? The ANBU in the tiger mask dropped his katana, tried to catch it, and slipped in the blood, ending up on his ass.
The thud as he hit the floor seemed to snap Ibiki out of his frozen state. He tossed the kunai to the fox mask and bent to pick up Kabuto’s head. Sai reappeared with Ibiki’s long coat, naked himself, but at the moment, not something attracting much attention.
“Put the goddamn coat on, Ibiki, before you take that bastard’s head to the Hokage and find out how badly we’ve screwed Konoha,” said Sai pulling the head out of Ibiki’s hands and shoving the coat at him. In front of twelve masked ANBU members, Ibiki pulled on his black coat and buttoned it, took Kabuto’s head back from Sai, and vanished.
It was at this point that Sai became aware that he was now the most interesting thing to look at. A headless corpse was old hat for an ANBU member. The lover of Ibiki, naked, love bites on his body, and impressively hung despite not showing any sigh of arousal—well, that was certainly worth staring at.
Sai, however, wasn’t thinking about himself. His voice, so angry and passionate when talking to Ibiki, was back to its usual calm, detached tone. Into the silence, Sai said, “Ibiki-sama believes his body is repulsive.” He then made that face—that disturbing “smile” that eerily wasn’t a smile, that was so subtly wrong it seemed sinister, alien. Sai cracked his knuckles, turned, and walked back to the small room he and Ibiki were sharing. There really wasn’t any need for him to put the threat into words.