Closet Case: Reopened

Closet Case; Reopened
By; Smurf-chan

_________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

Three weeks. It had been three weeks since Ebisu had found himself holed up in a supply closet with Morino Ibiki. It had been three weeks since he had been caught doing unmentionable things with Ibiki in said supply closet, by none other than his very own Gennin team- Konohamaru, Moegi, and Udon. It had been three whole weeks since he had acquired his very own stalkers, in the forms of several rabid yaoi-fan-girls who seemed to have had adopted Moegi as their commander in chief. It had been three damned weeks since they had started cornering him in all sorts of places and asking him all manner of questions about his love life; how they managed to corner him was really a mystery, however he chalked it up to at least one of them being ANBU (really, if she didn’t want anyone to know, then she should cover up her tattoo properly.). It had been three whole fucking weeks since he had had any sort of contact with Ibiki… And that just pissed him off.

It wasn’t as if they worked closely with one another… not really. Ibiki was an interrogation specialist, while Ebisu was a tutor, and at the moment a Jounin instructor for a team of Gennin- and a very troublesome team of Gennin at that. Because of this their paths crossed rarely. It also wasn’t as if Ebisu had given Ibiki his address, or his phone number… but Ibiki was a shinobi for crying out loud! If he wanted to get that sort of information, it would be a piece of cake!

Ebisu already knew Ibiki’s phone number, and address; no, not because he was stalking him, but because he had helped Kurenai with her groceries once, not too long ago, and Ibiki lived two doors down the hall. As for the phone number, well, he had gotten that off of Anko. He hadn’t asked for it. Honest, he hadn’t! She had just come up to him five weeks ago and shoved it into his pocket, with a gruff statement of, “Here!” At the time, he had thought that she was making fun of him… and who knew, maybe she was. Anko had a strange sense of humor sometimes.

At least Ebisu had tried to see the larger man after the closet incident. He had stopped by his office a few times- usually around noon- in hopes of maybe asking the scarred Jounin to join him for lunch. However, each time he tried, Ibiki was nowhere to be found. It hadn’t taken very long for Ebisu to decide that Ibiki was actively trying to avoid him. It was depressing, really, to come to the conclusion that the person you wanted most, wanted nothing (barring an hour or so locked up in a supply closet) to do with you.

Ebisu’s depression was plain as day to Moegi and his other stalkers. “You know Ebisu-sensei, I was wondering, how come we haven’t seen that scary guy take you out on a date?” Moegi’s question was met with a ripple of curious murmurs, and much head nodding, from the other stalkers, who had cornered him yet again; this time at his favorite sushi place.

“Moegi-chan,” Ebisu kept his tone even and calm, unfortunately his young student had no intention of letting him finish his sentence and proceeded to interrupt him.

“He isn’t a very good boyfriend!” she declared loudly. This statement was met with even more murmurs, and more enthusiastic head nodding from the other girls. “He never sends sensei flowers, or brings sensei bento, or even takes sensei out for tea!” Moegi shouted all of this to the crowd of yaoi fan-girls (and her two team mates, whom she had dragged along with her) who had assembled around the lone Jounin instructor.

There was a collective scandalized gasp after that statement, which caught the attention of the other few patrons and staff members filling the small sushi place. Ebisu wanted the ground to open up and swallow him whole… Wasn’t there a jutsu that could accomplish that? Now if he could only remember the proper hand seals. Unfortunately, his embarrassment was inhibiting his brain from functioning like it should.

“You deserve better, Ebisu-sensei!” Moegi nodded as if reaffirming her statement. “You deserve a boyfriend who will take you out, and buy you flowers, and hold your hand,” now she was blushing, and there was even more nodding- not to mention quite a bit of sighing- from his recently acquired herd of stalkers.

“Erm- Well- uh- Thank-you Moegi-chan, very much,” Ebisu lay the money for his meal on the counter, “but I really must be going now…” he moved cautiously out from the circle of girls, “You can take tomorrow off; I’m not feeling too well, so, I think I’ll just stay home. I’ll see you the day after next for training at the usual place, alright?” He hoped that hadn’t come out rude. His mother had always made certain that he knew the importance of politeness, and that he used his manners at all times. Though, she had never had to deal with hormonal stalkers… so perhaps he had the right to be a little bit rude… No. Rudeness was never acceptable. Thankfully, though, Moegi and her gaggle of followers didn’t stop him from leaving, and they didn’t seem to have any intentions of following him home like they had the last time, which was a good thing. He could definitely use the time alone. He could read a good book, have a bubble bath- he hadn’t had one of those since he was a child-, clean his apartment, and maybe even clear his head a little.

Moegi’s face had playing across it, an odd sort of expression. In her head a plot was formulating. Her sensei deserved a better boyfriend, and unfortunately it was up to her, and her cohorts to find an acceptable replacement for the large, scared man she and her teammates had caught doing naughty things to Ebisu in that cramped little supply closet.

Thankfully, she and her fellow fan-girls were more than qualified to play the role of matchmaker.


_________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

Okay, so not much happened in this bit... but give it time!