Masked Rivals /A Kakashi Fanfiction\

Chapter 18

"What do you plan to do to her?" Kakashi asked as he looked through the two way mirror to Yukaru. She sat patiently in the interrogation room, waiting for the show to start and be done with.

Once they arrived back in the Hidden Leaf, she spent a day in the hospital getting professional treatment for her wound and fever first. Questioning her wouldn't do much good if she was passing out or hallucinating from an untreated fever. But they certainly didn't waste time either.

The cold metal seat gave her goosebumps as she sat there in just the hospital provided clothes-thin drawstring pants and loose fitted top that was tied closed at the neck in the back- and a bandaged shoulder which matched her face.

"This should be a fairly simple interview," Ibiki said as he pressed the record button on the cameras facing her, "The jutsu I'll be using renders the effected unable to use the part of their brain that uses the imagination-or creates lies so to speak-and effectively gets us the true answers we need without delay."

"And the cameras?" Kakashi inquired with a raised brow. He didn't think she was a serious enough case to require the video log.

"It's a newer jutsu I've been perfecting. This is simply for reference material when I train the others. And now I'm going to need you to step out, I've got her from here." And then he exited to the hall and entered the very next door, bringing himself to the other side of the mirror with Yukaru.

Monotone and straight faced as always, Ibiki performed the hand signs to his interrogation technique, "Temperal fracture no jutsu." He finished, then pressed his index and middle finger to her forehead. Then Ibiki took a seat at the other side of the table facing her.

She had clenched her eyes shut before he touched her, waiting to get hit, but nothing came. When she opened them back up her eyes were glazed over in a white glow, which told Ibiki his jutsu had taken over.

"Now, Haruhi Kahnna, what-"

There was a crackling sound that came from the speakers connected to the viewing room, "I forgot to mention, Haruhi is not her real name." Kakashi's voice came over with static through the speakers.

Ibiki paused and turned to look at the mirror behind him as if he could see Kakashi. "Out." He demanded. Ibiki kept watching the mirror until the audible sound of a door nearby creaking open and slamming shut could be heard.

"I guess we'll start there..." Ibiki mumbled to himself as he turned back to her. "...what is your name?"

It was a simple question, so for a fleeting moment her eyes glowed yellow before she answered, "Yukaru Kamori." In case of forgotten memories lost in the subconscious, the jutsu would cause the afflicted's eyes to give off a yellow glow once the memory connected to the answer found. This way the interrogator didn't waste their time waiting for answers that would never come.

"Do all the Akatsuki have aliases? What are they and their real names?"

"No one does...Nagato has taken to calling himself Pain, but it's not really his alias. No one has need for an alias. It's just me." She answered him. Yukaru could hear herself giving him his answers before she could even think of what she wanted to even say.

"And why do you need an alias?" Ibiki picked up on her choice of words.

"For the same reason I wear this-" Yukaru brushed her hand down her cheek, her fingers touching the bandages that made up the mask she'd worn everyday for the last 13 years. "-I don't want my name or my face to be associated with the crimes of the Akatsuki."

"So you don't have to atone for your crimes?"

"No! I'm not like the others... I always hoped it could be possible...to live a normal life outside the Akatsuki one day...and if that day were to come, I didn't want the Akatsuki or fear to be the first thing people see when they hear my name or see my face... it's not the life I want..."

"And your victims...what about the lives they wanted?"

"I have never killed anyone under the order of the Akatsuki!" She spat at him, angered by his insinuation.

With this jutsu she couldn't control what she told him or the emotions that accompanied them. It felt like she was re-experiencing the same emotions as they had happened in her life as she spoke.

"What about outside the Akatsuki order...Have you, Yukaru Kamori, ever killed anyone?"

Yukaru had been staring down Ibiki, determined not to waver since the questioning started, but now she diverted her gaze to the metal table top in front of her. The room grew deathly quiet as Ibiki watched her eyes, waiting for the white glow to turn yellow.

"Yukaru, who did you kill?" Ibiki changed the question to see if that would speed up her response. And there it was-Ibiki saw the brief flash of yellow just before she clenched her eyes shut. She muttered something, but it was too soft for him to make out. "Louder." He ordered.

"Self defense is not a crime." She repeated.

"That will be for me to determine. Now answer the question properly. Who did you kill?"

"Takura Kamori...my father" She answered through gritted teeth. The jutsu was forcing the memories to flash through her mind and angering her for being forced to relive it.

"Now recant the events that led you to kill him." He ordered.

Her body stiffened and she finally opened her eyes to look back at Ibiki. The yellow deepened as she stared him, her eyes pleading with him not to make her do this.

"If you don't, you will be charged with murder." He added.

"My mother died giving birth to me...so it was just the two of us and when he was home he drank...and whenever he was drunk he would blame me for her death and beat me...then one night...when I was only seven years old-"

Once she started to tell him her story, the yellow glow had subsided back to white. But now, in an instant they flashed red-a reaction Ibiki had never encountered before. All senses on high alert, he watched her carefully not knowing what that meant.

A male's voice could suddenly be heard throughout the room.

"Yuki!"

Ibiki looked around the room, but saw no one and it hadn't come from the speakers. He looked back to Yukaru whose face had gone deathly white and her still red eyes were filled with terror.

"Oh, playing hide and seek are we? Well you're going to have to do better than that!" The voice crescendoed the angrier it sounded.

Yukaru jumped in her seat and her body began to visibly shake.

'Could this be a projection of her memory?' Ibiki wondered as he continued to study her reactions.

She began thrashing her legs like there was something under the table coming for her that she was trying to kick away.

"Now that's no way for Daddy's Little Girl to act...I guess it's finally time to show you how Daddy's Little Girl should act."

"No, no no!" Yukaru screamed in fright while vigorously thrashing her head back and forth.

"Yukaru!" Ibiki slammed his fist on the table right in front of her. The sudden movement and loud clang from the impact broke through whatever memory she seemed to be stuck in. Instantly everything stopped-all shaking, thrashing, screaming.

"Did he..." Ibiki wasn't supposed to let allow himself to feel anything during an interrogation-that's why he kicked Kakashi out-because emotions get in the way. But in that moment he hated himself a bit for having to ask her that question, "...touch you?"

"...h-he tried, but that's when I.." She trailed off as the words caught in her throat. Her gaze shifted back down to her hands, feeling too ashamed by this discussion to keep eye contact with him.

Ibiki sighed, "You're right, self defense isn't a crime."

After allowing her a moment of silence, Ibiki cleared his throat and straightened his posture which had slouched.

"Kakashi says you were raised by the Akatsuki, so what happened?" He asked.

"What?" Yukaru looked back up at him quizzically, not fully understanding exactly what about the Akatsuki he wanted to know.

Ibiki saw her eyes had returned back to the white glow.

"What happened with the Akatsuki that you are no longer with them? You told Kakashi that as well" He added for her to further understand the question.

Again the yellow glow took longer than he expected to appear. Certainly this was a very recent memory that she knew very well. What he didn't know is that he asked a question that she could answer-with honesty-in two ways and the jutsu and her mind were battling on which answer to give. Finally the yellow glow appeared and she opened her mouth to speak.

"After Kakashi got in the way of my last mission, Nagato ordered Kakuzu to kill him. But I convinced him to let me take on Kakashi instead-"

"If you've never killed for the Akatsuki before, why start now?" He interrupted her with his question.

"-I wasn't starting. That's why I took it. Nagato trained me to be an assassin and as far as he was aware I got the job done...but I'm actually not a good assassin. I have a special genjutsu I created for my 'assassinations'. It doesn't kill them, just immobilizes them for a brief period of time while creating the illusion of their death to anyone else who comes upon them during that time. It essentially covers my ass if anyone from the Akatsuki were to be with me or decide to check up on my handiwork, and once it wears off the afflicted have always been too terrified to attempt getting in the way of the Akatsuki again so no one found out. It was a win-win really-all parties got to keep on enjoying their lives and I didn't have to kill anyone. I never had any problems with it...until..."

"Until...?"

"I didn't know Kakuzu had followed me...to make sure I got the job done. Kakashi just had to break through my genjutsu and when Kakuzu saw...I was done for...I had been made...That stupid Kakashi!" I shouted, all the anger I felt back on that day came boiling up, "I was trying to save his life and he f****d it all up!" Instantly the memories of what came after flitted through her mind. "I should have killed him when I had the chance!" She yelled as she slammed her fists on the metal top.

"Do you still wish to kill Kakashi?" He inquired.

"No! That's not what I meant...I never wished to kill Kakashi...Pain...Nagato! I should have killed that bastard Nagato!!"

"So Pain is why you left...but how does Kakashi link up with wanting Nagato-the man who supposedly took you in and raised you-dead?" Ibiki soon realized he pushed another wrong button as her eyes turned red again.

"N-nagato" She stuttered and jumped in her seat. The way she spoke didn't sound like she was just saying his name to Ibiki, but as if she was talking to someone else.

"Get your filthy ass off the floor." Another voice came out through the air.

On cue with the command she stood up, knocking her chair across the floor in the process. Her arm reached up, held in a position that almost looked like it was being pulled on, causing her to stand straight and stiff in compliance. Her head hung low, so Ibiki couldn't see her face from under her bangs.

"I don't believe I've yet to show you the technique I use on whores." The voice hissed, causing Yukaru's head to shoot up, watching the space in front of her anxiously.

"Whores?! What are you talking about?" She tried to pull her body back, but her arm stayed held in the air, unwavering. Even though nothing was there, she was stuck and frightened.

"You. Bedding the enemy." A 'tsk'ing noise echoed across the walls. "it certainly explains a lot. Your negligence which cost the mission. Deceiving not just your clan, but your family. Was his d**k really worth it?"

"Wha-N-no" Yukaru stammered. Her expression was absolutely mortified.

"If it wasn't worth it, then why even do all this for him and not us?"

"No! That's not what I meant. I never...we never...w-what are you doing?!"

Her arms dropped in front of her with her wrists pressed tight together. Her body rose up, chest arched forward like she was being pulled, until she was just barely standing on her tiptoes.

"I only wish I had known sooner you just needed to be f****d into submission."

Realizing where this was going, Ibiki slammed his fists and tried calling her name again to snap her out of it but she was too deep inside her memory. It was no use.

"No, you don't need to do that!"

Suddenly her body dropped onto the table below, her hands still pinned together and pulled forward above her head. She tried to pull herself up, but then her head slammed down against the top with her cheek held firmly to the metal.

Ibiki ran to her side of the table, trying to pull her up but it seemed like there was some invisible force holding her down that he wasn't strong enough to combat.

"No! You don't need to do that!"

In sync with her memory, the drawstrings on her pants came loose from her thrashing and started to slip off. Helpless to do anything else, Ibiki took off his cloak and quickly covered her up before anything private was caught on the cameras.

" I-I was never with Kakashi!" She started to hyperventilate and tears welled up in her eyes. "P-please, d-don't!" The words came out in hiccups now, "I-I'm a virgin, please!"

Suddenly her whole body took on a soft white glow, then went limp and slipped off the tabletop to the floor.

Ibiki knelt over her and felt her forehead, testing to see if maybe her fever came back. She felt normal. Before she had to awake to the sight, as gentlemanly as possible while not looking, Ibiki pulled her pants back up. Just as he put his cloak back on her eyes fluttered open. The white glow was still there in her eyes as she stared at Ibiki looking confused.

"What happened?" She asked, her voice a little raspy from her screams.

Ibiki studied her expression for a moment, then determined that she did not remember the events of what just happened...or maybe she didn't want to.

"You got light headed when you stood up and had a faint spell." He lied while giving her his hand to stand up. He picked the chair back up and helped scoot her back in to the table. "Drink this and we'll take a 5 minute break."