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yourhatred) wrote2014-09-21 11:02 pm
yourhatred) wrote2014-09-21 11:02 pm
thirty crows (朱) action/video (time shift catch-all)
September 22nd - closed to Law
[Itachi leaves his bedroom as usual, but exits it at death's door.
The time shift, catching him moments before he would conclude a fight with his brother, moments before the time he was brought from into Luceti in the first place, dumps a bleeding, wreck of a man out the other side of the doorway. The ninja staggers, a bloody arm that had been held out in front of him catching onto the opposite wall of the hallway.
So ready. He'd been so ready. What's going on? Literal moments away from dying, prepared to give into the inevitable, Itachi now finds himself having to do his damnedest to keep himself breathing. The orange glow of Susano'o at first barely surrounding him as he arrived, fades away into nothing as he fights against the darkness at the edge of his vision.
Where is Sasuke?
Coughing, his free hand covering his mouth as blood ran through his fingers, the man leaned further against the wall, the last of his adrenaline leaving him.]
September 23rd - OTA
[Late in the day, after a fair amount of rest, Itachi finds his journal and spends a while reading through it. The other entries become too confusing after a while, but he at last tries to make one of his own. After all, it does seem to be a form of communication.]
I'm looking for Uchiha Sasuke.
September 24th - OTA
[After a failed attempt at trying to get up and make his own breakfast, the ninja will eventually escape the house by way of a substitution technique and wander the town. The clothing is slightly ill-fitting, as the Itachi that's been living in Luceti for the past four years is a fair bit healthier than the one walking slowly through it now.
Don't worry. The cough isn't contagious.
He can be found in basically any building around the town center, and eventually sitting wearily at the fountain.]
September 25th
[Officially banned to the house, but still this older self until he wakes up the morning of the 26th.]
[Itachi leaves his bedroom as usual, but exits it at death's door.
The time shift, catching him moments before he would conclude a fight with his brother, moments before the time he was brought from into Luceti in the first place, dumps a bleeding, wreck of a man out the other side of the doorway. The ninja staggers, a bloody arm that had been held out in front of him catching onto the opposite wall of the hallway.
So ready. He'd been so ready. What's going on? Literal moments away from dying, prepared to give into the inevitable, Itachi now finds himself having to do his damnedest to keep himself breathing. The orange glow of Susano'o at first barely surrounding him as he arrived, fades away into nothing as he fights against the darkness at the edge of his vision.
Where is Sasuke?
Coughing, his free hand covering his mouth as blood ran through his fingers, the man leaned further against the wall, the last of his adrenaline leaving him.]
September 23rd - OTA
[Late in the day, after a fair amount of rest, Itachi finds his journal and spends a while reading through it. The other entries become too confusing after a while, but he at last tries to make one of his own. After all, it does seem to be a form of communication.]
I'm looking for Uchiha Sasuke.
September 24th - OTA
[After a failed attempt at trying to get up and make his own breakfast, the ninja will eventually escape the house by way of a substitution technique and wander the town. The clothing is slightly ill-fitting, as the Itachi that's been living in Luceti for the past four years is a fair bit healthier than the one walking slowly through it now.
Don't worry. The cough isn't contagious.
He can be found in basically any building around the town center, and eventually sitting wearily at the fountain.]
September 25th
[Officially banned to the house, but still this older self until he wakes up the morning of the 26th.]
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He shakes his head at that comment, and not because he agrees.]
Those circumstances were beyond your control, and if not for my own stubbornness I'd be better off now too.
[Physically.]
... You're a good person.
[He reaches for a rice ball with his chopsticks.] Your food is good too.
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No. He's not. He's a pirate.
Pirates are not good men.
How could anyone, if they knew, consider him good?]
I've had a lot of practice. [Talking about the food. Maybe not being a good person but trying to be a better one thing.]
... and well, maybe. [Giving Itachi a quiet look, lips pressing together and one brow raising a little.] You're a stubborn one, yeah... you give me a real run for my money in that category. Can't deny it.
... but it's understandable. I'd be acting the same way in your shoes.
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He smiles just a little at that answer. Though it's hard to say much with the way he's stuffing his face. He hasn't been this hungry and drained since... he can't actually remember when.]
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Even if Itachi on a feed is nothing like the terrifying spectacle of Law on a feed, the pirate has to smile. It's good to see him enjoying himself, even if it's over something as simple as lunch.
It's part of why Law himself enjoys cooking so much - he gets to see Itachi's reaction to what he makes.]
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... I'll go back to bed after this.
I've worried you enough.
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Alright. [Apology accepted.] I'll have some tea ready when you do get up again.
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Law's free to assist him when he gets up. He won't complain even if he's sure he can do it himself now.]
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(Small house after all. The kitchen does double duty as a laundry room.)
Just so he has an excuse to come up with him... even if he'll be headed to
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He makes it to the room okay but sits heavily on the side of the bed, resting there for a few moments. How bothersome.]
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Long moments pass before the pirate gets up to go back downstairs, passing by Itachi's room and glancing in.
His eyes are red again.
Law can't control the manifestation of the Sharingan perfectly yet. And it shows.]
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The ninja isn't even laying down. He's still sitting on the edge of the bed, somewhat slumped with his head lowered, still in his clothes. That's as far as he'd gotten, it seems.]
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(Even if the whole picture is... kinda cute)]
... oi... [Murmured, as he steps into the room.] ... that doesn't look comfortable...
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Part of him wonders if he's actually going to tuck him in, clothes and all, and is a little amused despite everything. It's been such a long time since he's done anything like that.
He comes to a halt in front of Itachi, one hand gently coming to rest on his shoulder.]
... oi...
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He blinks at the pirate, heart pumping hard. Where is-- oh. He's still sitting here.]
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Your back is going to have it out for you if you keep snoozing like that.
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[Itachi rubs at one eye with the heel of his hand. As far as he's concerned, his back is the least of his problems.]
Wasn't out long, was I?
[He starts removing his shirt. Might as well no sleep in his clothes. This movement gets a bit of coughing out of him.]
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[The smile fades a little, hearing that cough. In the future... if that ever returns...
That path's not being retread.]
Not long at all.
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[The shirt is tossed aside, and... that's good enough for now. He'll just sleep like this.]
Thank you for waking me.
[Itachi maneuvers himself further onto the bed, laying down so he's propped up by his elbow and pulling the blanket up. Then he stops, giving Law another tired look.]
And for everything else.
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No problem.
[For it all.]
Sleep well.
[And with that, he'll quietly leave the room so Itachi can get his rest.]