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]

"No

[sadismislove]

Ibiki smiled slightly. Gentle compassion; nothing mocking or scornful in her expression. Not an emotion her scarred visage often displayed. "I'll make a mention of it. Are there any foods you would prefer to have?" The Hyuuga's wariness had no effect on Ibiki. She simply added it to the yet-unwritten profile on the woman. Note to self, have Tae bring a few more blankets. Especially if Hizashiko insisted on sleeping in the corner like that.

Dark eyes, again, took in the visible scars on pale skin. Other shinobi's scars fascinated her, for they told stories better than the bearer themselves. She wondered how deep they went, but answers like that had to wait until Hizashiko underwent a full examination. Haruhi had only confirmed there were no injuries needing immediate attention (for a bunch of civilians, the Temple carried adequate medicals) and that Hyuuga Hizashiko was in fact a Hyuuga. A listing of the most prominent scars and locations had been scribbled on the medic's handwritten notes

[hizashiko]

"...no, there aren't." Hizashiko finally replied, wary of the woman being so... nice. She could see see that Ibiki was being honest in her compassion and that was somehow creepier then her giving false compassion. The head of T&I wasn't supposed to be nice to the prisoner who was supposed to be dead. It just made Hizashiko want to shove herself even more into the corner she had currently claimed as her own.

"What do you want?" the Hyuuga finally asked, voice giving away her wariness. "I'm sure this isn't a social visit."

[sadismislove]

Now the amusement touched Ibiki's eyes. She hadn't had the pleasure of meeting the Hyuuga before her 'death', but she could see some similarities to her daughter and sister. Straight and to the point; actually, spoken fairly bluntly for a Hyuuga. (And Ibiki rather reveled in the ability to make a person cringe, however slightly, simply by her mere presence. A delicious power.)

"It never is, with me," Ibiki admitted. Deciding she never would receive the invitation, she went over and sat in one of the chairs anyway, legs crossing at the knee while one elbow rested casually on the table, her other hand in her lap. "Never one hundred percent that is. But neither is this an interrogation in the strictest sense of the word. Something you would recognize considering the stories your scars tell. And you at least still have all your hair. No, Hyuuga-san, this is rather a debriefing. The Hokage is quite interested in what happened after your alleged death, and how was it you came to find refuge with a temple full of monks."

[sadismislove]

The distinction was appreciated though a tad unnecessary. But still appreciated. Ibiki liked elaboration.

"Safe enough to sleep in what you still believe to be I would not say hostile territory, but quite clearly quite uncomfortable territory for you, still says quite a bit." Her smile grew barely, but she anticipated that being a Hyuuga, Hizashiko would still notice. And wonder. "Safe enough that your count of the days resting and recovering isn't nearly as defined as your days on the run."

True, neither was her count of the days under torture, but as that had stretched to over a decade Ibiki decided she could be lenient.

[hizashiko]

There was something that smile and something in those words that made Hizashiko pause and regard the other woman even more warily than before. There was a distinct, intense urge to pull back and away from the other, but the Hyuuga made herself stay exactly where she was. There was something hidden in those words, perhaps distrust or belief that she was lying, but Hizashiko couldn't put her finger on it exactly.

White eyes narrowed just a touch before she answered, forgoing her first response, "... you could say that. Perhaps."

[sadismislove]

"I'm not the one who said it, Hyuuga-san. You did.

"And it is good for a shinobi to find a corner of peace in her life, even for only four months. Not everyone gets even that much," Ibiki continued. "So was it your sister who talked you into faking your death, or was it your own idea?"

[hizashiko]

Hizashiko had expected further questions regarding her stay, a demand or request for something more in-depth. What Ibiki had asked though was not what she expected and it was her downfall