Her Mask (Shikamaru x Oc)

Chapter Fifty-One

Shingami stared into nothingness, she wasn’t paying attention and her mind was elsewhere.

She pulled away from the real world and was in her own, she’d been standing there for what felt like mere minutes when in reality she’d been in that exact same spot for the past four hours.

She heard her name a couple of times but didn’t respond not even when Anko started poking her cheek after the third hour the woman had been so confused to see the girl just standing there like a statue she had to drag genma and some poor anbu over to make sure she wasn’t imagining things.

After they’d confirmed they proceeded to watch her try and piss off or at the very least get the girl’s attention but for the past hour she’d failed even setting off a paper bomb didn’t work but it did get a pissed Ibiki.

“What the fuck did you do Anko?!”

“She’s not moving and that was the best plan I could come up with!”

“Why did it seem like a good idea at any point in time?! What the fuck is wrong with you!?”

Shingami still wasn’t responsive though and her arm wasn’t healing like it normally would, so there was just blood leaking onto the floor. He kneeled down in front of the girl to get her attention ignoring Anko’s warning that she’d already tried that. Her trench coat was ruined and he’d have to get her another but for now she was his main concern.

“Shingami? Are you okay?”

She still didn’t move nor could she.

If only they knew what was really going on, maybe if she told them they would have left her alone or maybe she just should’ve gone somewhere where nobody would see her. She would’ve opted for the latter if she knew Anko would be roaming around. 

“You placed your trust in these fools? I am appalled.”

“...”

She should’ve been more careful…

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It took some time but she blinked a couple of times just to see Ibiki kneeling in front of her, though his face remained it’s normal stoic expression his eyes were unusually soft only she and Genma and Anko could point that out to someone.

He was concerned about her well being, her arm was quickly replaced as she felt bad for worrying the man she kind of looked away from him in shame he was quick to gently put his hand on her cheek to make her look at him which surprised her.

“I’m not mad. Is there anything I can do for you?”

“No. I handled it. I’m sorry.” She said quietly as she shook her head and with her foot she launched a chunk of her own bloody flesh right at Anko who wasn’t expecting it getting blood all over her chest and neck making the man chuckle and Genma snicker when she freaked out. The ANBU was clearly perturbed by everything that just transpired in front of him and he was quick to walk away from the horrendous scene.

Shingami and the other two interrogators watched with amusement as Anko flipped out on them all for thinking it was funny before storming off to take a shower and get some new clothes. 

It was okay when she did it to someone else but god forbid someone ever did it to her. At least that wasn’t how Shingami thought or they’d all be dead.

Shingami then realized the state of her own clothing and frowned it seemed like everytime Anko was around she needed knew clothing. Ibiki provided as many trench coats as she could destroy but shirts and pants or anything in her own size she had to get on her own, whenever Ibiki gets something for her it’s always just a little too big and Shingami likes everything skintight or close to her body. She sighed and crossed her arms.

“Looks like Ino’s gonna have a blast…”

Ibiki grimced remembering the pink shirt from way back when, at least on her birthday the Yamanaka had got her a dark purple dress opposed to a pink one, but Shingami didn’t wear dresses casually. She needed a reason.

“Good luck, you’re gonna need it.”

He placed his hand on her shoulder before walking away leaving Genma and Shingami all by their lonesome to go and find Anko to give her punishment. 

He looked down at his feet not knowing what else to do. Shingami could tell something was up and knew to address it while she could. “What’s wrong?”

He sighed, rubbing his eyes tiredly before taking the senbon out of his mouth just holding it in his hand. “I want to ask you something. But I’m not sure if you’ll give me an answer.”

“Like what?

He hesitated for a moment before meeting her eyes.

“Do they know?”

“Who know’s what?”

“Your team, do they know what you can do?” 

She frowned but stood her ground before looking at the blood at her feet. “No. they don’t and I hope they don’t.”

“Why? Don’t you think they need to know so they don’t freak out if something like this happens in front of them? Because god know Anko won’t give a fuck who’s around when she pulls a stunt like that.”

“... It’s not that easy for me, Genma.”

“It’s not like you have to cut yourself up in front of them but maybe I don’t know, give them a warning of some sort.”

“Oh, what a great idea, excuse me while I go and tell them I can cut off my arm and grow a new one.”

“You know that’s not what I ment.”

Shingami remained quiet as she watched the man from the corner if her eye.

“How the hell am I going to explain this? There’s no way I can without messing something up.”

Genma walked closer to her and since she didn’t back up he took it as a okay. “You just tell them as best you can. If you need me to help you, you know I’ll be there. And Asuma would be more than willing to help you out all you have to do is ask.”

“I just don’t want to mess this up, Genma. I want them around. Even if it means wearing pink to do it.”

He smirked at her comment knowing she was trying to lighten up her own mood even though it was clear it wasn’t for her own benefit but for his. “So just tell them, if they’re worth your time they’ll except you. I may not know them as well as you but I do know Shikaku, Inoichi, and Choza, and if they’re anything like their parents you’ll be fine.”

To lighten her mood up a little a thought struck him. “Why don’t you start by telling your lover boy? He’ll know how to handle it.”

Shingami glared at him. “Shikamaru is not my ‘lover boy’.”

“Sure he’s not have you seen the way you two look at each other? It’s like your just waiting to pounch on him.”

“That’s not true, I hold him in high reguards as a good friend.”

“‘A good friend’ she says. Ha! Good one!”

She threw her hands up completely done with him and the conversation, as she walked away hoping he’d forgotten what he’d just told her but he called after her.

“Shingami, it’s better if they hear it from you than someone else.”

She stopped walking but kept her back facing him. “...I know. But I’m not ready to have them see me the way I see myself.”

Genma looked down at his feel as she quietly walked away. He stuck his senbon back into his mouth a shoved his hands into his pockets. 

“You’re no monster, Shingami.”

She heard him and he knew she did but she didn’t stop or turn around.

“That’s where your wrong.”