"I don't know."

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   "You know, I really don't appreciate being hung by the ceiling like an animal at a butchery." Saruko commented, barely moving her shackled wrist as matching ones were places on her ankles, the chains screaming as they scrapped against the floor.

   "Shut it already. You'll have plenty of time to talk later." A large, heavily scarred man snapped at her, walking over to the overwatching Hokage. "Hokage-sama, the interrogation is just about to begin. I would suggest you leave now."

   "It's fine, Ibiki. I want to watch over this interrogation. You may proceed as you see fit." Ibiki bowed to the Hokage, turning back to see the dull eyed young girl staring back at him, expressionless at his intimidating demeanor.

   "Now, according to Kakashi's report, you're the supposed daughter of Zabuza Momochi. Now tell me, just how true is that?" Ibiki started, crossing his arms and glaring directly at her blue eyes with his dark brown ones.

   Despite her position, Saruko scoffed and narrowed his eyes. "Like I have an obligation to inform you of anything. Look, I'm telling you now, you're not getting shit out of me that you don't already know, so buzz off and leave me alone. I'd rather train right now."

   "You know, I'm not a very patient man. And, if you won't tell me willingly, then I'll have to force it out of you." To make his point, Ibiki picked up a rubber mallet and slammed it into the metal table it was resting on. In his wake, Ibiki left a relatively deep imprint on the metal table. Saruko, however, was anything but impressed.

   In response to her silence, Ibiki strolled over and slammed the mallet directly into one of her right ribs, the pain causing Saruko to tense up. She could feel the fractured bone in her chest almost instantly aline itself and begin to heal, but it still hurt like a bitch. 'I can deal with this pain. It's nothing compared to back then. Nothing.'

   Ibiki went on to crush another rib on the same side before asking another question. "Tell me, what village were you born in?"

   "I don't know." She answered honestly. "Nor do I care to know."

   Not satisfied with her answer, the scarred man grit his teeth and stomped back over to the table, grabbing the handle to a bullwhip, cracking it to the side before asking another question.

   "Who did Zabuza work for before he died?"

   "The man was killed already." With a sickening crack, the whip made a rather shallow gash on her thigh, blood leaking out in thin streams.

   "Where did you first meet Zabuza?"

   "Somewhere over the rainbow."

   Crack. Another gash.

   "Who was Zabuza's partner?"

   "Last time I checked, it was a unicorn."

   Crack. More blood trickled down her skin.

   "What was Zabuza planning to use the money for?"

   "To travel here and fuck your mother."

   Crack. The whip began to tear through her clothes as it moved to her abdomen and chest.

   "How many people have you killed?"

   "More people than you've slept with, obviously."

   Crack. Crack. She received two for that answer, but she didn't care. She loved to watch him squirm as she denied him answers.

   For the next couple hours, this was the routine. Ibiki would ask or repeat a question, Saruko would give a smartass comment, and she would receive a new wound. Ibiki tried everything from lashings to needles to bone breaking and everything in between, but got little to no information from her.

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