yourhatred | appointment's post

In that case, I would advise you to rest some more.

[He retrieves the tea kettle.]

And to let me know if there's anything else you might need.

[The fluctuating chakra levels are noted, and Itachi will continue to monitor him, but he makes no comment on it at the moment.]

Alright. [He drains the last of the water, puts it down on the nightstand.] I'll try for a few more hours.

[He's going to settle down and crawl back under the covers of the bed. It will take a few minutes, but he slowly drifts off.

The next few hours are like the night before. Except Law's slightly more restless in his sleep. Overall, the chakra levels rise, a tide of energy coming in, slowly, choppily, and dip, siphoned away somewhere else, the water returning to the sea. Not quite normal, no. There is something unusual going on. And who knows what the Sharingan can perceive in regards to a Devil Fruit and its powers and its demands from its wielder.

And so Law sleeps and is silent.

Until he jackknifes up with a gasp, blue fire liming his form for a second. His eyes snap open, nearly wild - migraine at now manageable levels and not blinded by it - and he suppresses a grunt of a different kind of pain, because...

Shit.

HUNGRY.]

[Itachi hadn't been in the room, but he is now.

This reaction gets a concerned look for him, though he's been silently concerned for a time.

Much like before, he steps closer and speaks the man's name in the form of a question.]

Law?

[Law doesn't answer right away or lose that air of wildness or disorientation about him. Instead he breathes deeply, closing his eyes, concentrating on slowing his heartrate and ignoring the wretched, gnawing, demanding emptiness clawing at him.

And suddenly he realizes there is someone in the room with him and he has been asked a question.]

Night terror. Just a night terror.

[Not nightmare. That is something different. His eyes open slowly again, and the blue light in them fades.]

Sorry if I scared you.

[For the reaction and not registering your presence when you came in.]

["Scared" is generally too strong a term to use when it comes to Itachi. "Worried" might almost be appropriate.]

Are you going to be alright?

[Relocating him to the clinic likely isn't necessary. This is an issue that deals more with his own personal abilities and/or memories, from what the ninja can tell.]

[He touches his throat. You're familiar with this little tell by now, aren't you, Itachi? It comes up when he is distressed or disturbed.]

Aa... eventually. Physically. [... grimace. Mentally? Yes... he knows damn well he's not alright. But he's learned to live with it.] I'm something called a Devil Fruit user. [And since explanation is needed.] Devil Fruit are said to each contain an incarnation of the Sea Devil, and one bite of the fruit makes you the host of the demon instead of the fruit. And you can make use of its power but there are certain penalties to go along with its abilities. Some common. Some individual.

[It sounds like you have a kind of jinchuriki on your hands, doesn't it?]

If it is a demon... I don't know. I've never felt anything intelligent from what's sealed in me. But one of the prices is my energy to help drive it, especially when its depleted. Why I eat so much. So... right now... it's trying to re-establish itself. Fighting with my body for resources. So I'm going to be run down for a while.

[Itachi nods slowly, absorbing all of this information.]

I will prepare another meal for you, then. Just continue to rest.

[It isn't exactly like food is hard to come by, so the ninja has no issue with cooking up whatever's required.]

Alright... [The promise of food causes his stomach to growl, and a muted look of pained embarrassment crosses his face. He quietly murmurs:] ... I think I'll try for a shower later.

On your own time.

...Do you have any requests?

... aaa... just that it be high protein, please. And no bread. ... I have a bit of a sensitivity to gluten.

Noted. I will do my best to provide.

[So serious.]

[ B| Oi. Oi. Oi. So serious you'd think Law has one foot in his grave.]

I'll be more than grateful for anything you provide.

Then I'll return shortly.

[Though not too shortly. He has to cook everything, after all.

He nods his head once, then moves for the door.]

[Law nods and closes his eyes. He doesn't think he'll get back to sleep, but there's always meditation. He needs it.

Down, down, past the sense of his breathing, down past the beat of his heart... down the ladder past the still places... down down...

... to where he can sense and touch the flow of his own chi... and down past it...

... to where he can sense a larger web of chi around him... barely tangible... and it feels like the universe is breathing... and he anchors before spreading himself out... listens and focuses on life...

... and tries to touch peace...

... he'll open his eyes once Itachi re-enters.]

[And Itachi will return soon enough with more of what he'd brought before, though with a little more fish.

There's also a new pot of tea, and some dumplings. Sanji Itachi is not.]

[Nobody is Sanji. Law's learned how to cook and do it well enough so his meals taste good, but there's really no comparison.

That said, the food on the plate is getting a very hungry look.

Mmmmmm....]

That smells really good.

You may, of course, feel free to do more than smell.

[He sets everything down on trays within the pirate's reach.]

If there's anything else you need, let me know.

[So already on it, man. Things are disappearing already. Quickly. Yes, there is a sense he's holding himself back a ~~lot~~ little in attacking the food.

...

Don't ask how he's managing to look so dignified while in the middle of this feeding frenzy. He's always managed to exhibit impeccable table manners, even in situations where logically any appearance of manners shouldn't exist.

Swallow. Grin.]

Okay, it tastes great too. You're a good cook.

[And now he slows down to more thoroughly appreciate the food.]

Mmmhmm.

[He has his mouth full at the moment, so translated from Lawese that is, 'Thank you, I will.']

I'm glad that you're satisfied.

[And he does mean that, though he never expected to hear otherwise from the pirate.]

[There will no complaints over food, no. He's not very fussy when it comes to that.

There's just going to be om nom noming and a sigh of relief:]

Thank you. That really helped.

[Plates absolutely spotless already. That didn't take long. He's just going sip that tea now and look miles better now that he's got more in him.]

[Itachi begins clearing away the trays and plates automatically.]

Then whatever you do next is up to you.

You may continue to rest, or use any of the facilities here.

... I think I'll take that shower now.

[He is going to take an experimental sniff.

...

uh huh. okay. yeesh. No wonder he hasn't seen Amaya yet.]

Then it's all yours.

I'm going to trust that you're strong enough now to handle everything on your own.

[Though he'd still provide help if it was necessary.]

I'll manage fine.

...

... uh, do you have a razor in there? [Stubble man.] I'm probably looking like a wild mountain bandit by now.

[~~Real ninjas shave with kunai.~~]

You should find one in there, yes.

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