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The Importance of Paper Trails
Chapter 13 - The Importance of Paper Trails
Shikamaru had actually felt a bit mad when he saw the note fluttering on his bedside-table upon waking that morning. After reading it, he was even more so, at least before he calmed himself to a state where he could think reasonably. So, they’d finally made a move. Maybe now he’d find out who he’d really been sleeping with all this time, and where Ino really was. Because there was no way that the girl he’d been seeing was truly Ino. She would have wanted to shout their relationship from the rooftop, not keep it secret. She’d lord it over Sakura that she had a boyfriend, not slink around like a thief in the night. So, whoever it was that had taken the place of his teammate, they had done a pretty poor job. Oh, they might have copied her physically to the tee, but they had yet to perfect the Yamanaka attitude.
As he had woken a good hour earlier than normal, though he knew he was probably under surveillance, he figured he still had some time before they expected him. He had a plan ready for just this kind of situation – well, for a situation involving a note he couldn’t show to anyone else, and a damn good reason why he should – and set it in motion immediately.
Getting dressed, he surreptitiously slipped a roll of very thin paper into one of his pockets along with a miniature pen. Then, he reread the note and started behaving as a normal teenage boy would. He began wrecking everything in sight.
When he was done, the untrained eye would only see a mess. But a ninja might notice that this mess was scattered a little too carefully, and any ninja who knew him would immediately know that he had done this purposely. He hoped.
Hurrying downstairs, he took the time to eat breakfast, as his mother rarely let him out of the house without it, and finished the second stage of his plan at the table. With one hand still in his pocket, he quickly wrote a note in code, explaining the situation as best he could without making the note too large to slip, unfolded, in a handshake. He’d practiced writing without seeing many times before, as there were always more interesting things to look at out the window from his classroom, but there was almost always something that needed to be written just as he was getting intrigued. For once, his laziness was paying off.
Once he had that done, he had to hope that he ran into someone he trusted on his way out of the village. Finishing his breakfast, he grabbed his shoes on his way out the door and made for the village gate. If he seemed a little more surly than usual, most people would attribute it to the unholy hour.
He had to circle the village twice before he ran into anyone he felt he could give the message to. As it happened, the first person to fit in that category was his own sensei. After a brief greeting and exchange of pleasantries, he gave Asuma a cross between a handshake and a five, slipping him the note and sticking it temporarily to his palm with chakra, before shuffling off. Now, message delivered, he felt safe in heading for the rendezvous.
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Ino was terrified as her body moved on it’s own across town in the middle of the night. Where are they taking me? And why now, of all times? Couldn’t they at least have had the decency to let me get dressed first?
Obviously, decency and kindness were not high on the list of important matters for her captors. At first, as she recognized her direction, she was even more afraid. They were leading her toward Shika’s house, and she feared they were going to make her seduce him again. But, when she arrived and slid through the narrow opening of his window, he was fast asleep, and they didn’t make her disturb him. Instead, they had her write a note, which was when she found out where she’d be heading in only a few minutes, and what could very well lay in store for her there.
She again attempted to struggle against her captors, but the additional wards clamped down on her mental prison were sufficient to keep her from breaking out. She wished she could cry and wail in frustration, but her body was obeying a different set of commands, and she soon found herself dashing across the rooftops once more.
The cave was damp and a bit chilly, and Ino’s body shivered involuntarily as it moved further inside. After a few minutes, she backed up against the wall, and suddenly a shadowed form stepped forward and clamped a pair of manacles around her writs, with very little slack between them and the wall they held her to. Only then was she freed from the oppressive presence within her head, and she yelled, screamed, cursed, and cried, anything to get them to let her go.
She might as well have held her tongue for all the good it did. The people slinking through the shadows in the cave paid her no heed, going about their business, whatever it was, as though they had banshees in negligee tied to cave walls on a daily basis.
Finally, she stopped her noise, though the glare she leveled at them should have murdered them all, by rights. Time passed, Ino had no idea how long, though a tiny bit of light did permeate the darkness. Her captors all moved silently, but suddenly there was a shuffling step echoing down the tunnel. She knew that step, and froze in horror just as a bright light roared into life right above her head.
He stood at the edge of the torch’s reach, his gaze shifting lazily around the tunnel, pausing only briefly on her scantily clad form. His nonchalant stance and seeming ignorance of his own danger were the last straw.
“Nara Shikamaru, what kind of freakin’ idiot are you?!” she screamed. “Don’t you know they want to kill you? What the hell are you doing here, you moron! Go back to Konoha, before I kick your ass!”
A slight smirk crossed his face, and his gaze flickered in her direction – almost fondly – for a brief moment. “Now, that’s the Ino I know. Where’ve you been all this time?”
She stopped, staring at him in shock. “You knew? You knew it wasn’t me, and still you…? Baka! That was me, just not in control.”
Now, it was his turn to stop, startled both by her revelation, and by the three figures moving toward him on the far side of the tunnel.
“That’s right, Shika-kun,” one of them simpered at him, and he fought down a shudder at the strange female’s voice. “It was your little teammates body the whole time. We just… borrowed it for a bit.”
“That’s impossible,” he stated flatly. There was no way. There was absolutely no way he had miscalculated that badly.
“The Yamanaka Clan isn’t the only one that knows the mind-body switch technique,” this time it was a male who answered. “And you’d be surprised how susceptible they are to it’s… effects. Oh, sure, it’s best to be patient and worm your way in slowly, which is how we caught her in the first place. But once we had her, it was so easy to make the little slut do what we wanted, and you just went right along. How does it feel to know you did that to her? You want to hear what she was thinking while you raped her?”
“She’s not a slut, and I’m sure she’ll tell me herself, in repetitive, loud, and obnoxious detail when we get out of here. Until then, why don’t we save the pleasantries, and get on with it?” Shika sounded bored, and that caused a slight hiccup in the enemies plans.
“You mean, you actually think you’re going to make it out of here intact? What kind of optimistic moron are you?” This was from the first voice again, and caused even the slight raising of the corner of Shika’s mouth to disappear.
“I really hate stupid people, but I guess you didn’t realize a few things. First, I’m a shinobi of Konoha, and we never leave our teammates behind. Second, I’m a chuunin, which you obviously are not. And third,” here he finally did smile, but it was far more evil than any such expression Ino had seen on his face before, “I’m a genius.”
Suddenly, the torch went out, and all Ino could see was the occasional spark of steel-on-stone or more steel as kunai and shuriken flew and clashed all around her. It seemed like an eternity of waiting, wondering who was winning in the sightless battle, with no way of knowing.
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*Ducks* Gomen nasai! You know what the worst thing about the holiday season is? Parents who insist that you absolutely have to come home, and don't want anything to do with anime coming into their house. Not to mention adult fanfiction.
Anyway, here's the next section, and I've finally finished dividing the rest into chapters. Yay! I'm heading out of town for a few days around New Year's, but I promise another update when I return. I hope you all are having a wonderful holiday season, and I wish you all the best.
Have a great day and good reading!
Crimson Iris
Shikamaru had actually felt a bit mad when he saw the note fluttering on his bedside-table upon waking that morning. After reading it, he was even more so, at least before he calmed himself to a state where he could think reasonably. So, they’d finally made a move. Maybe now he’d find out who he’d really been sleeping with all this time, and where Ino really was. Because there was no way that the girl he’d been seeing was truly Ino. She would have wanted to shout their relationship from the rooftop, not keep it secret. She’d lord it over Sakura that she had a boyfriend, not slink around like a thief in the night. So, whoever it was that had taken the place of his teammate, they had done a pretty poor job. Oh, they might have copied her physically to the tee, but they had yet to perfect the Yamanaka attitude.
As he had woken a good hour earlier than normal, though he knew he was probably under surveillance, he figured he still had some time before they expected him. He had a plan ready for just this kind of situation – well, for a situation involving a note he couldn’t show to anyone else, and a damn good reason why he should – and set it in motion immediately.
Getting dressed, he surreptitiously slipped a roll of very thin paper into one of his pockets along with a miniature pen. Then, he reread the note and started behaving as a normal teenage boy would. He began wrecking everything in sight.
When he was done, the untrained eye would only see a mess. But a ninja might notice that this mess was scattered a little too carefully, and any ninja who knew him would immediately know that he had done this purposely. He hoped.
Hurrying downstairs, he took the time to eat breakfast, as his mother rarely let him out of the house without it, and finished the second stage of his plan at the table. With one hand still in his pocket, he quickly wrote a note in code, explaining the situation as best he could without making the note too large to slip, unfolded, in a handshake. He’d practiced writing without seeing many times before, as there were always more interesting things to look at out the window from his classroom, but there was almost always something that needed to be written just as he was getting intrigued. For once, his laziness was paying off.
Once he had that done, he had to hope that he ran into someone he trusted on his way out of the village. Finishing his breakfast, he grabbed his shoes on his way out the door and made for the village gate. If he seemed a little more surly than usual, most people would attribute it to the unholy hour.
He had to circle the village twice before he ran into anyone he felt he could give the message to. As it happened, the first person to fit in that category was his own sensei. After a brief greeting and exchange of pleasantries, he gave Asuma a cross between a handshake and a five, slipping him the note and sticking it temporarily to his palm with chakra, before shuffling off. Now, message delivered, he felt safe in heading for the rendezvous.
********
Ino was terrified as her body moved on it’s own across town in the middle of the night. Where are they taking me? And why now, of all times? Couldn’t they at least have had the decency to let me get dressed first?
Obviously, decency and kindness were not high on the list of important matters for her captors. At first, as she recognized her direction, she was even more afraid. They were leading her toward Shika’s house, and she feared they were going to make her seduce him again. But, when she arrived and slid through the narrow opening of his window, he was fast asleep, and they didn’t make her disturb him. Instead, they had her write a note, which was when she found out where she’d be heading in only a few minutes, and what could very well lay in store for her there.
She again attempted to struggle against her captors, but the additional wards clamped down on her mental prison were sufficient to keep her from breaking out. She wished she could cry and wail in frustration, but her body was obeying a different set of commands, and she soon found herself dashing across the rooftops once more.
The cave was damp and a bit chilly, and Ino’s body shivered involuntarily as it moved further inside. After a few minutes, she backed up against the wall, and suddenly a shadowed form stepped forward and clamped a pair of manacles around her writs, with very little slack between them and the wall they held her to. Only then was she freed from the oppressive presence within her head, and she yelled, screamed, cursed, and cried, anything to get them to let her go.
She might as well have held her tongue for all the good it did. The people slinking through the shadows in the cave paid her no heed, going about their business, whatever it was, as though they had banshees in negligee tied to cave walls on a daily basis.
Finally, she stopped her noise, though the glare she leveled at them should have murdered them all, by rights. Time passed, Ino had no idea how long, though a tiny bit of light did permeate the darkness. Her captors all moved silently, but suddenly there was a shuffling step echoing down the tunnel. She knew that step, and froze in horror just as a bright light roared into life right above her head.
He stood at the edge of the torch’s reach, his gaze shifting lazily around the tunnel, pausing only briefly on her scantily clad form. His nonchalant stance and seeming ignorance of his own danger were the last straw.
“Nara Shikamaru, what kind of freakin’ idiot are you?!” she screamed. “Don’t you know they want to kill you? What the hell are you doing here, you moron! Go back to Konoha, before I kick your ass!”
A slight smirk crossed his face, and his gaze flickered in her direction – almost fondly – for a brief moment. “Now, that’s the Ino I know. Where’ve you been all this time?”
She stopped, staring at him in shock. “You knew? You knew it wasn’t me, and still you…? Baka! That was me, just not in control.”
Now, it was his turn to stop, startled both by her revelation, and by the three figures moving toward him on the far side of the tunnel.
“That’s right, Shika-kun,” one of them simpered at him, and he fought down a shudder at the strange female’s voice. “It was your little teammates body the whole time. We just… borrowed it for a bit.”
“That’s impossible,” he stated flatly. There was no way. There was absolutely no way he had miscalculated that badly.
“The Yamanaka Clan isn’t the only one that knows the mind-body switch technique,” this time it was a male who answered. “And you’d be surprised how susceptible they are to it’s… effects. Oh, sure, it’s best to be patient and worm your way in slowly, which is how we caught her in the first place. But once we had her, it was so easy to make the little slut do what we wanted, and you just went right along. How does it feel to know you did that to her? You want to hear what she was thinking while you raped her?”
“She’s not a slut, and I’m sure she’ll tell me herself, in repetitive, loud, and obnoxious detail when we get out of here. Until then, why don’t we save the pleasantries, and get on with it?” Shika sounded bored, and that caused a slight hiccup in the enemies plans.
“You mean, you actually think you’re going to make it out of here intact? What kind of optimistic moron are you?” This was from the first voice again, and caused even the slight raising of the corner of Shika’s mouth to disappear.
“I really hate stupid people, but I guess you didn’t realize a few things. First, I’m a shinobi of Konoha, and we never leave our teammates behind. Second, I’m a chuunin, which you obviously are not. And third,” here he finally did smile, but it was far more evil than any such expression Ino had seen on his face before, “I’m a genius.”
Suddenly, the torch went out, and all Ino could see was the occasional spark of steel-on-stone or more steel as kunai and shuriken flew and clashed all around her. It seemed like an eternity of waiting, wondering who was winning in the sightless battle, with no way of knowing.
--------------------------------
*Ducks* Gomen nasai! You know what the worst thing about the holiday season is? Parents who insist that you absolutely have to come home, and don't want anything to do with anime coming into their house. Not to mention adult fanfiction.
Anyway, here's the next section, and I've finally finished dividing the rest into chapters. Yay! I'm heading out of town for a few days around New Year's, but I promise another update when I return. I hope you all are having a wonderful holiday season, and I wish you all the best.
Have a great day and good reading!
Crimson Iris