Ibiki 100 Themes

Rumors

The market was crowded. The sun was out and it was hot. Ibiki stared out of his office window, frowning at what he had to do next. This was the only time he would be able to pick up groceries this week, and he was not looking forward to the task.

“Hell,” he muttered. “I’d rather interview five ‘guest’s.” he mused to himself. Setting the papers on his desk in a neat fashion, he headed out to the streets.

Normally, it wasn’t too bad. Even with crowded streets, people would keep a safe distance from the scarred man. But today, something odd was happening in his village, and he was not pleased.

Walking down the road, citizens and ninja alike were smiling at him, and greeting him.

“Good morning Morino-san!”
“Morino-san, please try my vegetables!”
“Ohayo Morino-sama!”

No. Ibiki did not like this at all, and he was going to get to the bottom of this.

Forgetting about his grocery shopping, Ibiki marched himself straight to the Hokage’s tower. If anyone knew any form of info besides himself, it would be the Gossip Queen herself. Without knocking, Ibiki marched himself straight into Tsunade’s office.

“Well, well, well, If it isn’t my favourite snookie-wookie.” Tsunade cooed in a baby tone. A slight irritated twitch took hold on the interrogators face.

“Just what the hell is going on?” Ibiki asked, not wanting to play any games. “Why are people being, uh, friendly to me. I don’t do friendly.” Ibiki explained.

“Hohoho.” The lady Hokage laughed. “That’s not what I’ve heard.” She toyed.

Ibiki grunted in frustration. “And what exactly have you heard? Cut the bull, I’m very busy.”

“Oh nothing you need to concern yourself with.” She mused.

Ibiki was getting more and more flustered by the moment, but continued to portray a calm disposition. Suddenly, the Hokage’s beloved pot belly pig brushed by his leg. Getting an idea to cut to the chase with the irritating woman, Ibiki picked up Tonton in one arm and grabbed an inking pen of the desk with the other.

Ibiki held the pen to the pigs’ neck threateningly. “Tell me what the fuck is going on now or your stupid pig gets it!” Ibiki raised his voice.

Tsunade reclined in her swivel chair and clasped her hands together. “Oh come now. We all know you’re really a big teddy bear and don’t have the guts to do anything.” She reasoned.

Ibiki lowered the pen ever so slightly, wheels turning in his head. “Is that what people think? Someone said I was a push over and everyone thinks I’m some kind of, of, ‘teddy bear’ as you put it? Have you all forgotten what I do for a living?” Ibiki spat out.

Tsunade couldn’t help her chuckle. “Well, there’s more to the story that I’ve heard, but I think, oh lets see, Genma. Yes, Genma would love to tell you what he told me.” Tsunade watched as the interrogator put the plump pig down and storm out of her office.

Several random street interrogations and Ibiki was sure his old known reputation was back in proper order. Ibiki now stood in front of the nin in question. It didn’t take long to find and extract the rest of the story from Genma; in his intoxicated state, Genma blabbed all.

“I let who top me?” Ibiki bellowed in the small bar Genma had seated himself in. He watched a very drunk Genma shake uncontrollably under his grip. Staring into the senbon-sucking nins’ eyes, he watched the life drift away as he passed into unconsciousness.

“Damnit Shiranui!” Ibiki cursed. Leaving the man in care of the bar tenants, Ibiki set out to find and kill a certain ninja.

Within the hour, Ibiki found himself walking towards a bridge in the west part of the village. There perched like the ANBU operatives reported, sat a familiar shock of silver hair. As Ibiki approached, a single lazy eye lifted itself from the text it was reading to watch him.

“Wow, it’s only three in the afternoon. Guess my fun is over already.” A slow and lazy voice jeered.

“I got a bone to pick with you, Hatake.”

“I figured. Well, I’m sorry I had fun at your expense. I won’t do it again.” Kakashi went back to reading his infamous little orange book.

“Uh-uh. You are not getting away that easily.”

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Anal (continuation of Rumors)

Before Kakashi could say Icha Icha, he found himself in a sparse bedroom. Ibiki had his back to him and was removing his overcoat.

“What’s going on?” Kakashi asked, unsure of what he had gotten himself into. Kakashi heard a low rumble of laughter come from the scarred man.

“Started something you can’t finish?” Ibiki turned to pin the copy-nin against the wall. “I’ll be nice and give you some new material for your next little gossip bit. And this time, it won’t be a lie.”

Ibiki pulled the silver haired nin closer so he could remove the clothing in the way. He removed all the articles except his mask, feeling Kakashi would want the mask to remain. Grasping a thin wrist, Ibiki lead Kakashi over to the bed, laying him down on his stomach.

Kakashi glanced over his shoulder. “Are you okay with this? I’ll let you know I’m not looking for a relationship. I’m better with one time occurrences.” He explained.

“Yup. Just sex. No emotional strings attached.” Ibiki agreed as he removed the last of his clothes.

“Good.” Kakashi turned his head back around and shifted his hip so that his ass stuck up in the air, effectively presenting himself for Ibiki. Ibikis’ cock definitely like the view as it strained in the air. Ibiki hissed.

“Now that is a pretty sight. Pink pucker ready and willing. Mmm.” Ibiki took the lube from his bedside table. He slicked a finger up and brought it to rest on Kakashi’s rump. Ibiki allowed a lube covered digit to slide along the crack of the perfectly shaped globes presented to him. Kakashi pushed back, wanting, needing that wondrous finger to slip inside and start giving him pleasure.

Ibiki held back the urge to just pump his hand in and stretch him before he pounded the nice white ass in front of him, but he reminded himself that this was Kakashi’s punishment for those stupid rumors earlier.

Circling Kakashi’s anus, Ibiki could feel the twitching hole cry out beneath his finger. Figuring the copy-nin had waited long enough, he plundered his digit in, slowly inching its’ way in. Giving a moment, Ibiki rubbed his calloused tip along the inside of Kakashi in a circular motion. He listed to the few sounds that escaped the normally quite ninja. Enjoying the sounds he caused Ibiki pulled it out and repeated the process.

Kakashi was getting impatient, and was relieved when finally a second and eventually a third were added. Moving his hips in time with Ibiki’s shallow thrusts, Kakashi tried to push each one deeper, trying to find that sweet spot.

Ibiki continued to avoid the bundle of nerves as a smile crossed his face. This was going to be very enjoyable. Feeling the silver haired nin was prepared enough, Ibiki removed his fingers to Kakashi’s dismay. Taking the lube once again, Ibiki slicked himself up, his cock an angry red from having to wait this long.

Just the thought of plummeting into Kakashis’ awaiting hole almost pushed Ibiki over the edge. Gripping the base of his cock and holding off an impending orgasm, Ibiki finially calmed himself enough to bring his sensitive head to rest against Kakashi’s entrance.

“I’ve waited long enough. Fuck me already!” The urgency in his voice spoke of is predicament. The copy-nin was so close to his release, he wasn’t sure he would be able to hold out much longer.

Ibiki placed both hands on either hip, and dove hard and deep into Kakashi. The copy-nin shuddered as his back arched from the sensation. The sweet friction as the large cock penetrated him, and withdrew over and over.

Ibiki aimed for the prostate and with only a few hard thrusts, Kakashi spilled his seed over his stomach and sheets. The sensation of the rectum walls contracting around the scarred nins’ erection pulled him over as he sent strings of white semen into Kakashi’s awaiting hole.

Both men grunted their approval as Ibiki slipped his sated cock from Kakashi’s still convulsing anus. Kakashi was still coming down from his orgasmic high before he realized Ibiki had joined him on the bed. The copy-nin continued to lay in the bed, panting and trying to regain his breath.

“Remind me to spread rumors about you more often. I could get used to this punishment.”


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Cry

Ibiki stood at the memorial along side other nin. All in black as the name of the fallen were announced. Beside him, Iruka wept openly for the students he had lost and a close friend. Genma and his three gennin had been ambushed. A mission that had gone oh-so-terribly wrong left the entire village in shock.

As the funeral procession continued, and the bodies were brought to their final resting spot, Iruka lost his fortitude, and his knees gave out. Several of the nin around Iruka tried to console the man, but to no avail.

Ibiki watched with guarded eyes. Why was he so unaffected by these events? Did nothing get through his thick outer shell he had encased himself in? Was he so detached from the village he served to protect everyday?

Ibiki stooped to crouch in front of Iruka. Iruka stopped his tears long enough to see Ibiki reach out a hand in invitation. Without another moments hesitation, Iruka launched himself into the scarred mans chest. Iruka’s fist clenched the dark clothes of Ibikis’.

Ibiki had no idea what possessed him to hold this man. To comfort him. To share his pain. But something told him instinctively that Iruka needed this. Wrapping his arms around the shuddering frame, Ibiki held him close, giving support and warmth.

The clouds took it upon them selves to downpour at that very moment, making the day all that more depressing. Several people took out umbrellas to shade themselves from the falling water droplets while Ibiki and Iruka still sat embraced in each others hold on the ground.

“Thank you.” Iruka finally managed to say when he gathered his composure. He moved his head off of Ibiki’s shoulder to reveille a giant wet spot from his tears. He looked up ready to issue an apology for staining the mans’ good black suit when he noticed the glistening in Ibiki’s eyes.

“It should be I who thanks you.” Ibiki whispered. Iruka stared in awe at the brief moment Ibiki had shown true emotion to him. Iruka blinked, and Ibiki had managed to set his face back into his hard-ass glare.

Ibiki stood and offered a hand to help the teacher up. Gratefully, Iruka slowly stood on cramped legs, still debating if what he had seen was true or if it was his overactive mind.

As the crowd thinned, Ibiki and Iruka were the last to stand at the memorial. Ibiki looked up to the skies while Iruka stared at him.

“Come on. You’ll catch a cold if you stay out in the rain any longer. My place is closer.” Ibiki said in his normal gruff tone. Iruka shook his head.

“I can’t believe you let me see you cry.” He paused to shake his head. “Ibiki: head of Interrogation and Torture. Shedding tears. Hn. Never thought I’d see the day.” Iruka said more to himself then anyone.

“And I’d thought I’d never see the day Iruka-sensei would have a break down. In front of the entire village.” Ibiki jeered back.

The two looked at each other with thankful smiles, and walked off in the direction of Ibiki’s apartment, never to speak another word of the moment they shared.


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Kids

Ibiki pushed the double doors open with more force then needed. The nurses scattered from his view as quickly as they could. Coming up to the ICU nursing station, Ibiki slammed his fists on the desk.

“Where is she!” he roared. The terrified nurse stood wide eyed like a deer in headlights, falling backwards until her rump hit the floor. Ibiki sighed and rubbed his left temple in irritation.

“Morino-san. Need I remind you that this is a hospital?” The Lady Hokage rounded the corner to stand beside the distraught man.

“No. But you’d better tell me what happened to her, before I loose my temper.” The scarred man threatened.

Tsunade pulled Ibiki into a private room to give him the details. “Look. Anko doesn’t have much time, and she’s asked to see you specifically. Sometime during her mission, she came in contact with an unknown poison. She only has a few hours left, if that.” Tsunade explained carefully.

Ibiki’s face scrunched into a snarl. “And I thought you were suppose to be some miracle med-nin.” His voice dripped venom.

“Look. I know you’re mad. I know you’re pissed off. And I know you are not used to feeling this way. But the fact remains that your friend is dying, and you are being too selfish to give her one last request!” Tsunade yelled.

Ibiki stopped his loathing long enough to see the truths in her words. Taking a second to compose himself, Ibiki nodded, and the Hokage lead the way.

Pointing to a door at the end of the hallway, Tsunade left Ibiki to manage his own way there while giving him a few moments to think to himself. With each step he took, he tried to prepare himself for what he was about to see.

Anko was deathly pale with almost a sickly green tinge around her eyes and mouth. Machines beeped and blooped around her as they worked to prolong her death. Anko didn’t move when the door opened, the pain from stiffened joints preventing her.

Ibiki gasped; this was not at all how he remembered the lively sadist. It was almost surreal. He walked to the back of the room to grab the lone chair and moved it to sit at the head of the bed with her.

“I’m sure Tsunade told you, I haven’t got much time, and you know I don’t like to beat around the bush.” Anko stated bluntly. She watched as Ibiki smiled wryly and nodded. “Good. Then I have only one thing I want to ask you.”
“Anything.”

Anko smiled. “I want you to take care of Moshimaru.”

Ibiki face contorted into a mixture of shock and horror. “Anything but that Anko, I,” His sentence faltered. His mind was a train wreck. Not thinking, he added, “Konoha has an orphanage that would be more then-” Ibiki stopped mid sentence as Anko’s eyes narrowed.

“Do you have any idea what it’s like in there? Did you forget that Iruka and I survived that place. And I mean, survived.” Anko stopped her ranting to cough up blood.

Ibiki helped her into a sitting position and held the kidney dish for her to spit what she could out of her mouth. The rest dribbling down her chin.

“I’m sorry. But Anko, you got to be realistic here. I am in no way shape or form able to raise a child. I can’t do this. Not alone.” He couldn’t feel more apologetic then he did at that moment.

“I didn’t ask you to raise him alone. Look, I know that you and Iruka just started dating. I have all the facts.” She paused to view the blush that appeared on the emotionless face. “And you two are the only people I trust to take care of what’s left of me. Iruka is on board if you are.”

Ibiki stammered, “This is a little sudden.” His voice drifting off, forgetting the dire situation Anko was in. “Sorry. I shouldn’t be questioning you or your decision.” He took a deep breath before continuing. “Yes, I will help Iruka raise your son.” He finally answered after several minutes.

Anko smiled, and began to lay down. Ibiki helped ease her back onto the hard hospital bed and made her as comfortable as he could.

“Could I ask for one last thing?” came a small voice from the once boisterous woman.

“Anything Anko-chan.” Ibiki whispered to match her.

“Could I, get a hug? For old time sake?” She asked shyly.

Ibiki smiled as a tear ran down his face. “Of course.” He reached across the bed making sure to encompass the frail women without crushing her.

Holding her gently but firmly, Ibiki felt what the machines around them were confirming. Her hands that had wrapped around his shoulders went limp, and her breathing stopped. Ibiki held her a few minutes longer, saying his final good bye.

As he left the hospital with a heavy heart, his mind raced a mile a minute as he thought about the new life he was literally jumping into with Iruka and Moshimaru.

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Just wanted to thank my senpai ForeverFlame for the 'kids' prompt.