Uzumaki is rough with his teammates, bordering on violent, and Ikusa doesn't understand why neither of them resists. The girl should be punching the target for taking liberties, not spreading her legs. The traitor should be trying to kill them both for witnessing his shame, for seeing him bent over on his knees. They just keep looking drugged.
Ashige tilts his little head. "Weren't there legends about kitsune feeding on energies via sex?"
She starts swearing under her breath. "If that's what's happening here, by the time my support comes they'll both be dead. Damn it."
The traitor himself might not be a big loss, but the loss of his eyes will have people looking for someone to blame. The girl simply doesn't deserve it, it isn't like she chose her teammates, like the higher-ups were allowing people to warn her about what they are.
That'll teach those fluff-brained morons not to listen to her warnings. Hasn't she warned them enough already?
It's almost a half-hour later when two chuunin and a jounin land on the roof and slide into the observation room, and by then the Kyuubi boy has dragged his prey out of sight into some other room. She reports what she saw tersely, jaw clenched shut. She knows what's going to happen even before the jounin, Suzuki, opens his mouth.
"Well. He's not violent now. He might become so if we interrupt."
The younger of the chuunin, bless his innocent little heart, stiffens in offense. "So it's alright to let him keep raping them?"
The jounin scowls, using offense to hide unease. "We don't know that it's truly rape. They're teenagers. They're drunk. Those things happen."
The other chuunin -- a Branch Hyuuga in her thirties -- shapes a hand seal, squints through the walls, and then makes a disgusted grimace as she lets the jutsu go. "They're just having sex. And for god's sake don't make me look again."
Ikusa scowls. The Hyuuga barely looked thirty seconds, in the middle of the action; how can she determine whether it's consensual? Especially if drugs or Kitsune powers are involved.
"Either way, his behavior was clearly animalistic, and I didn't dream the fangs and the red eyes. If you'll review the reports you will notice the trend -- he's been increasingly agitated all week, and now with the alcohol who knows what could happen. He might--" she reminds herself to be diplomatic, keep going with the more widely accepted theory that the boy Naruto even exists as his own separate entity, "-- he might lose control and do something he might regret."
"Such as?" the jounin inquires, sarcastic.
Ikusa's upper lip curls. "Such as going for a lovebite and forgetting he has fangs. I might have forgotten to mention he has exhibited a marked tendency for throat and nape bites already." She didn't forget. She just doesn't think the man really understands what that behavior implies.
She stares at Suzuki. Suzuki stares back for a long moment, and then he lets out an explosive sigh and turns to his team to discuss it, neatly cutting her out of the discussion.
"We need permission from the Council."
"They're all asleep. They won't be happy to be woken up for nothing." The way Suzuki glances at Ikusa, what he thinks is clear -- he thinks she's paranoid, making mountains of molehills.
Ikusa has never known a mole to raze a whole village to the ground. She closes her eyes and prays for strength. Bureaucracy in inaction.
^o^ i LOVE outside POVs.
Ashige tilts his little head. "Weren't there legends about kitsune feeding on energies via sex?"
She starts swearing under her breath. "If that's what's happening here, by the time my support comes they'll both be dead. Damn it."
The traitor himself might not be a big loss, but the loss of his eyes will have people looking for someone to blame. The girl simply doesn't deserve it, it isn't like she chose her teammates, like the higher-ups were allowing people to warn her about what they are.
That'll teach those fluff-brained morons not to listen to her warnings. Hasn't she warned them enough already?
It's almost a half-hour later when two chuunin and a jounin land on the roof and slide into the observation room, and by then the Kyuubi boy has dragged his prey out of sight into some other room. She reports what she saw tersely, jaw clenched shut. She knows what's going to happen even before the jounin, Suzuki, opens his mouth.
"Well. He's not violent now. He might become so if we interrupt."
The younger of the chuunin, bless his innocent little heart, stiffens in offense. "So it's alright to let him keep raping them?"
The jounin scowls, using offense to hide unease. "We don't know that it's truly rape. They're teenagers. They're drunk. Those things happen."
The other chuunin -- a Branch Hyuuga in her thirties -- shapes a hand seal, squints through the walls, and then makes a disgusted grimace as she lets the jutsu go. "They're just having sex. And for god's sake don't make me look again."
Ikusa scowls. The Hyuuga barely looked thirty seconds, in the middle of the action; how can she determine whether it's consensual? Especially if drugs or Kitsune powers are involved.
"Either way, his behavior was clearly animalistic, and I didn't dream the fangs and the red eyes. If you'll review the reports you will notice the trend -- he's been increasingly agitated all week, and now with the alcohol who knows what could happen. He might--" she reminds herself to be diplomatic, keep going with the more widely accepted theory that the boy Naruto even exists as his own separate entity, "-- he might lose control and do something he might regret."
"Such as?" the jounin inquires, sarcastic.
Ikusa's upper lip curls. "Such as going for a lovebite and forgetting he has fangs. I might have forgotten to mention he has exhibited a marked tendency for throat and nape bites already." She didn't forget. She just doesn't think the man really understands what that behavior implies.
She stares at Suzuki. Suzuki stares back for a long moment, and then he lets out an explosive sigh and turns to his team to discuss it, neatly cutting her out of the discussion.
"We need permission from the Council."
"They're all asleep. They won't be happy to be woken up for nothing." The way Suzuki glances at Ikusa, what he thinks is clear -- he thinks she's paranoid, making mountains of molehills.
Ikusa has never known a mole to raze a whole village to the ground. She closes her eyes and prays for strength. Bureaucracy in inaction.