I'll Show You Insanity

Chapter 35

A small group of torture and interrogation students looked up from their notes as their ears caught the presence of two sets of feet. What they saw did little more than cause befuddlement.

A small, doll-faced girl with shimmering rust colored eyes was skipping alongside the fearsome Ibiki, an excited smile upon her lips.

"Good afternoon, class," she chirped, absolutely beaming as her imagination ran wild.

"I-Ibiki-san..." Muttered a single man as the whole group stared in befuddlement. "W-What is this girl doing here?"

"She's here to demonstrate how an effective torture should be dealt out with any spies, or enemy nin," the fearsome man replied, watching as their eyes widened.

"B-But! She's just a child!" Another man sputtered, shocked.

"I'm right here!" Yuma snapped, stomping her foot childishly as she crossed her arms and pouted. "Are we going to get started or not?"

"Be my guest," Ibiki shrugged, causing Yuma to grin maliciously, startling the group of trainees.

She strode forward eagerly, going to shove open the door, only to realise that the handle was placed too high.

Ibiki chuckled as she stretched, attempting to seized the admittedly over heightened handle, and reached over her head, grasping it and opening it for her. Before entering the room, she looked at him with an adorable pout.

"That door has something against me..."

Ibiki chuckled again, smirking in amusement down at her as she turned on her heel and stepped through the doorway.

The whole group watched in astonishment as her entire demeaner changed, going from cheerful and playful, to cold, sadistic, and cruel. A menacing aura surround her as she approached the surprised prisoner, who was shackled to the floor.

"... The hell?" The man muttered before bursting into hysterics. "Y-You bastards thought that s-sending in a little-pft!- little girl would make me t-talk?! Bahahaha!"

Yuma looked back at Ibiki as he and the trainees closed the soundproofed door behind them, watching carefully.

"Hey Baldy? Can we unshackle him? It'd be more fun," she requested.

Ibiki smirked. "Not today, maybe next time."

"Awww~" she whined in disappointment. She sighed. "Oh well." She turned to the, now curiously entertained, man. "You're going to die today," she whispered. "And you can either give us the information we want and die quickly, or have said information forced out of you in the most agonizing way imaginable. Its your choice, mister."

The man snorted. "Yeah, right. I'm so scared. What are you going to do, huh? Disgusting brat," he spat coldly.

Her head fell, and Ibiki was slightly concerned. Was something wrong? Did that one rude comment hurt her feelings? He didn't think that she was so sensitive, but he could have been wro-.

A boatload of giggles erupted from her small body, and everyone's- yes, even Ibiki's- eyes widened.

"Oh, I was hoping you'd say that," she giggled gleefully. She straightened, casting a large, slightly crazed grin that sent a shiver down the man's spine. "Playtime~!"

She strode over to a table littered with horrifying equipment, and looked over her options carefully before selecting a wicked dagger. She returned to the man and stood beside his head, grinning down at him creepily. Slowly, she held the dagger's point directly over his eye, which widened with its twin.