Konoha Chat with your host, Ibiki! [& special guest, Hizashiko!]

[sadismislove]

Ibiki's footsteps echoed quietly in the concrete corridor. The flickering fluorescent lights provided just enough gray-blue illumination to see just how stark and bare the walls and floor really were. Further down a pipe dripped artfully, the soft plunking of moisture almost musical in contrast to the quiet buzzing overhead. The doors lining the

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[hizashiko]

Ibiki was pleased, Hizashiko knew, and it absolutely sickened her. The Hyuuga would have snarled if she hadn't known the consequences would be bad and she was just too tired to start a fight. When Ibiki stood, she tensed though there was some slight relief as well; this meant twenty questions was over.

... for the time being, at least.

A grimace crossed her features as there was mention of a full, extensive physical, and she shook her head slightly. She could cooperate, of course, but that didn't mean she was going to like being poked and prodded and probably being forced to strip and having her space invaded and eugh. At least she had a bit of time to prepare for it, not that it would do her that much good. It do her a little good... but not much.

After a moment, she nodded faintly to Ibiki and watched the woman exit the room, listening to the door shut and leaving her in silence again. For awhile, Hizashiko simply remained in her seat, staring at nothing. Eventually, she moved back to her pile of blankets, wrapping them around herself and staring at the door. Her thoughts twisted through the conversation and eventually moved back to the one thing she hadn't wanted to think about: Noburo.

Silently, with her eyes never leaving the door, Hizasihko wept.