Into the Fire

Chapter Seven

Ibiki gazed in horror at the mutilated unresponsive mass hanging in front of him, before rushing over, flinging the kneeling man across the room and positioning himself protectively in front of the copy-nin.

“He will be leaving with me.” the interrogator proclaimed in a deadly voice, “Tsunade is no longer in command of the leaf . . . any debts you may be owed should be addressed to her personally.”

“I think not BOY.” the Daimyo sneered, “Although you’re more than welcome to join him. I’m sure Jubo will take just as much delight in fucking you as he did your friend.”

“If Jubo was the big guy outside, he’s already paid for his crimes.” Ibiki chuckled sadistically, “Obviously we’ve never met, allow me to introduce myself . . . Morino Ibiki, head of torture and interrogation for the leaf. . . and I’m nobody’s boy.” he growled angrily, “I’ll be more than happy to give you a taste of your own medicine and prove it to you if you don’t move now.”

The Daimyo reluctantly stepped back, watching through angry, heavy-lidded eyes as the scarred man tenderly unclasped the shackles pinning the copy-nin and stretched him out on the floor, carefully removing the bronze bust from his anus before sending healing chakra through the abused tissues, slowly moving up his back. That will get us clear of this snake pit at least, he decided, looking up to demand a blanket. He gently wrapped the unresponsive jounin in the soft material, cradling him in his arms as he moved toward the door.

“Just so you know,” the interrogator remarked conversationally as he stood to leave, “you haven’t seen the last of me.” With that he strode confidently out of the palace, breaking into a run as soon as they passed the walls and maintaining his breakneck pace until they were outside the boundaries of Grass completely.

Once he felt they were clear of watchful eyes Ibiki found a secluded glade, pulling some soft sweat pants and a t-shirt out of his pack and slipping them on the shell-shocked jounin before tying an old bandana around his face as a makeshift mask. “That’s a little better, isn’t it.” the scarred man said with satisfaction. “You don’t have to worry anymore Hatake-san . . . Tsunade has been tossed out of the leaf. No one will force you to do anything you don’t want ever again.”

The scarred man shuddered when he thought about the piercings littering the copy-nin’s body, and he wondered idly if perhaps he should remove them. No, he decided, the last thing I need is for Kakashi to wake up and find me handling his cock . . . I doubt I’d survive long enough to explain. If he wants them out it will just have to wait until he can do it himself.

“Come on Hatake-san . . . have some water.”, the interrogator urged as he slipped a strong arm around the copy-nin’s shoulders and lifted him to a sitting position. “There you go.” the stoic nin practically cooed as he lifted the mask to press a canteen to pale pink lips, gratified when the unresponsive jounin swallowed gratefully.

“Jubo,” Kakashi rasped painfully, “don’t make me go back, please . . . “ he begged even as he wound strong arms around Ibiki’s neck, “I’ll make it worth your while.” he added almost desperately, tearing away the mask and sealing his mouth over the interrogator’s in a deep erotic kiss.

The scarred man stiffened, eyes going wide, no one had kissed him since he was a child. He was used to people going out of their way to avoid even catching his eye, much less get into an intimate situation with him. Ibiki tried to pull back . . . but the copy-nin anticipated his reaction, wrapping a strong hand around the back of his head to keep him in place.

“Please. I . . . liked what you did, we can do that again . . . anything you want, just don’t make me go back.” Kakashi husked urgently before once again sealing his lips over the interrogator’s. This time the scarred man couldn’t resist, bringing a hand up to caress a pale cheek as he easily dominated the kiss.

When Ibiki finally came to his senses the copy-nin was stretched out under him, their erections grinding together as he nipped and sucked a pale pink nipple. Shit, shit, shit, the interrogator thought frantically, what the hell’s the matter with me? He carefully pulled back, mesmerized by the desire apparent in hazy mismatched eyes.

“Jubo,” Kakashi whispered huskily, “please don’t stop.”

“Hatake-san,” Ibiki said gruffly as he shook off his lingering desire and once again focused on the task at hand, “we need to get home.”

“You’ll take me home with you?” the copy-nin asked suspiciously, “To your house . . . not back to the palace?”

“Yes, I’ll take you to my house.” the interrogator agreed readily, anything to get them moving before he did something he’d regret. What have I gotten myself into, he mused as he shook his head to clear it before extending a hand to the copy-nin.

Tsunade jerked awake at the sound of angry voices, lifting her head from the cradle of her arms and wiping the drool off her face. She quickly shoved her sake and racing form under a pile of reports just as the door flew open.

“What is the meaning of this.”, she demanded loudly, “You can’t just barge in here.”

“Tsunade, the council and clan-elders have found you guilty of high treason against the leaf. Your actions have disgraced not only yourself, but also Konoha . . . and by implication all of us who live here.” Hiashi said coldly, Tsume, Shikaku, Chouza, Shibi and Asuma spreading out to surround the sannin. “You have been stripped of the mantle of Hokage and are to be taken into custody to be tried and punished for your crimes.”

The busty woman laughed heartily, “You don’t seriously think I’m just going to let you get away with this?” she chortled.

“I don’t see that you have a choice.” Asuma growled, “I should kill you for what you’ve done.”

“What has your panties in a bunch?” she asked in confusion, “What is it that I’ve supposedly done, anyway?”

“You used Kakashi as a whore, you bitch.” Asuma spat angrily.

“Oh, that.” she said flatly, “Your father is the one that turned him into a whore, you know. All I did was keep him busy. What?”, she whined at the disgusted expression on everyone’s face, “You know he liked it . . . he’s the biggest pervert I’ve ever known, well, after Jiraiya, that is.”

“I seriously doubt that.” Tsume growled, “Hatake’s no bitch. You used his loyalty against him . . . and that’s the worst crime of all. How can we expect our shinobi to pledge their loyalty to the leaf if they’re going to be abused as a result.”

“Get over yourselves.” the Godaime grumbled, “Are you telling me you’d rather be sent on a suicide mission?”

“Yes.” Asuma replied fervently, “Personally, I’d rather kill myself. I honestly don’t know how Kakashi’s dealt with it for so long, I would have gone insane.”

“Do you even pay him Tsunade?” Shibi asked quietly from the shadows.

“Not exactly, it’s usually more of a barter situation . . . they’re not actually paying me . . .” she replied cautiously, unsure of where this was going.

“According to the records,” Shikaku drawled, “Hatake hasn’t been on an official mission for three years now . . . what do you think he lives on?”

“That’s not my concern.” Tsunade spat angrily, “I didn’t start this . . . and I still don’t see how it concerns any of you. I don’t see Hatake complaining.”

“Probably because you sent him on another assignation . . . Ibiki will have him back here soon.” Chouza rumbled.

“But I promised him to the Daimyo for two weeks.” she stammered, “we had an agreement.”

“Then I guess you will have to take his place.”, Hiashi said implacably, “Hatake is far too sensitive an asset to allow him to languish in Grass if he doesn’t need to. I’m sure we can find much better uses for his skills right here.”

“You seem to be doing most of the tough talking Hyuuga . . . I assume you’ve convinced these fools to back you for the position.” the busty woman sneered.

“No,” Hiashi replied with satisfaction, “I have no interest in the job. We have, however, chosen your successor. It is our hope that he can return honor to this office, something that has apparently been lacking for a very long time.”

“That’s all very interesting,” Tsunade retorted airily, “however, I’m still waiting for you to explain how you plan to get rid of me.”

“That won’t be a problem.” Shikaku drawled, “I’ve got her, get the cuffs on her.” he directed.

Tsunade tried to raise her hand to summon a jutsu . . . only to find them bound firmly at her sides. “Shadow possession jutsu . . . cute.” she hissed as Asuma stepped forward and fastened chakra draining cuffs around her wrists.

The minute he fastened the clasps Tsume gleefully stepped forward, slapping a meaty hand on Tsunade’s back and pushing her toward the door. “I’m sure we can find a nice, dank cell for you to wait in until Ibiki gets back.” she chortled, “Hope you weren’t counting on getting a tan.”

Once Tsunade was gone they quickly left the office and headed toward the academy, intent on getting Iruka installed as Rokudaime as soon as possible . . . the last thing they needed was a leaderless village.