[tokonatsu yukari]

DON'T THINK ABOUT THE CONSEQUENCES

Amegakure’s security measures were comical at best. Security theater across the board. None of it would do anything in the case of an invasion, and all the civilians living in the ‘Hidden’ Village would be as vulnerable as anyone else. It was a disgusting place. Too bright, too loud, stinking of metal and sweat and the agony of the human condition crammed into too-small spaces and ruthlessly crushed by artificial sensory rain. Fake. Unnatural. Yukari hated it. Yet their presence had been ordered, so here they were. The Lord of Amegakure had put out a request to allied villages for support in training one of his shinobi; a quiet request secretly made, and Yukari was voluntold for the endeavor. Poisons being the most useful method of training this particular shinobi working towards one particular goal, apparently. It wasn’t the first time they had been recruited to train shinobi in resisting interrogation tactics, and they didn’t think much of it. Their arrival in Amegakure was expected and swiftly handled; Yukari checked in with the gate guards and was promptly blindfolded and escorted to an undisclosed location. Security theater. What they assumed was the training room—barebones, nothing notable in equipment or terrain—was lined with a small squad of masked JITE operatives. The trainee, Yukari was told, would arrive second. They adjusted their glasses on the bridge of their nose, fixed the fit of their slim black gloves, and busied themself with laying out their equipment on a provided tray: scalpel, senbon, vials and canisters and powders of poisons.

Mikazuki Aikawa -- 256

LAIKA OF THQ

[Mikazuki Aikawa]

you're gone, gone, gone away
I watched you disappear
all that's left is a ghost of you
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tokonatsu yukari

For a few, it had seemed like an odd request. But, for anyone who knew her--Mika, Squeakers, Himari, or whatever other name she chose to go by--it was perfectly expected, and pretty reasonable considering her usual state of mind and extreme nature. The only issue was--well, most people were cowards.
    Cowards, the emotional side of her wanted to accuse. Smart enough to not want to do something so dangerous, was the real reality of it. Even those who specialized in torture and interrogation weren't so foolish as to actively try such things on a jinchūriki. Not if they valued their own life, at least. Jinchūriki were... known for being dangerous when their emotional state got provoked and was left unkempt. Supposedly, it happened a few times where one wreaked havoc even on native soil just because the frameworks of their mind snapped.
    Even if she didn't have such weight on her shoulders with her role, such vulnerability was not one she felt comfortable possessing in any state.
    But few were capable--much less, willing--to help walk her through it. More often than not, she'd had to stick to unsavory tactics. Going behind the backs of her leaders--acting in secret. Provoking people into hurting her without fighting back. Not informing those who tortured her just what kind of a beast they were actually poking.
    In a way, this was hardly different. Mikazuki--or Himari, as she called this face--had needed to seek help outside of her village walls, finding aid from an allied force. Thankfully, however, this time was not behind the back of her Lord--and the added security assured that the endeavor would be... safe. As safe as one could be while torturing a jinchūriki. Whether or not they even knew.
    Though, given her track record so far, Himari doubted she would slip up her grip now.
    "Hello~" Himari spoke, waving in greeting to the visitor as she entered the room with some JITE operatives by her side. "Thank you so much for coming all the way out here to visit~ I do so appreciate your willingness to help me in my... training!" Yes! Because, first and foremost, this was training!

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