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[yourhatred]

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[yourhatred]

I understand how... confusing this must be for you.

I feel as though it was purposefully set up so you would be connected to those we were already familiar with. But then, Zabuza was not a leaf nin, and I imagine you would be particularly talented no matter what world you grew up in.

[deathsdoctor]

... mm...

[Curling slightly up. He's not going to reply to particularly talented because while he knows he's good, he is by no means a genius in his opinion.] I'm trying to figure out what benefit that would have. Me simply being in possession of a little more knowledge doesn't seem quite worth it in my books.

[Drifting back in thought. Itachi probably knows this, but] ... Zabuza had a connection to Team Seven, you know. He was their first opponent, along with his protege.

[yourhatred]

Yes.

That team has a connection to many, but I doubt in this case that the choice was merely coincidental.

One would think that the Malnosso either choose to play favorites, or have more limited a reach that everyone assumes.

[deathsdoctor]

It's probably both.

[Dead weary, he reaches into a pocket and withdraws a small orb. Clear, with obvious advanced computer hardware inside, it shimmers in the light.]

... I took this off the former Malnosso president. [Offering it.]

[yourhatred]

...Oh?

[Itachi holds out his hand to gently take the object. Red flickers into his eyes, but the Sharingan doesn't make it any more familiar looking.]

I can't say I've seen anything like it.

[deathsdoctor]

Neither have I before. I can guess at what it is. It seems to be some sort of data depository device and computer programming key. I know at least it triggers the appearance of an A.I. in one of the Battle Dome simulation chambers.

... but the rest of it's just guesswork.

[yourhatred]

Curious.

[He turns it over slowly in his fingers.]

I hope possession of this won't prove to be detrimental. [You never knew with the Malnosso.]

[deathsdoctor]

They'll want it back eventually. That and Mister Catherine.

[So yeah... there might be trouble. That there hasn't been any yet, just means it isn't a top priority.]

... I only hope we'll be able to use it as a bargaining chip.

[yourhatred]

That would be the best case scenario.

[He hands the object carefully back to Law.]

I'm guessing it wasn't parted with easily.

[deathsdoctor]

[Law shakes his head slightly.]

No. He was unconscious from smoke inhalation and his other injuries when I got to him, so he couldn't protest. [He carefully takes it and pockets it.] Still comatose. It's going to take a while for him to come out of it... if he ever does.

[yourhatred]

That's something, at least.

I would hate to think it was intentionally lost to us. That wouldn't bode well for its purpose.

[deathsdoctor]

No it wouldn't.

...

... everything else of value was stripped from his lab. [Hmmm... and now here's a thought.] Lucky the Rogue faction's droids, if it was the Rogues, missed this.

[yourhatred]

I would limit who comes in contact with it all the same. One can never be too careful.

[deathsdoctor]

No, they can't. It'll be put where it can't be easily accessed. Unless one can teleport objects like me.

[yourhatred]

[Itachi nods. This is good.]

Who else has handled it aside from you?

[deathsdoctor]

Miss Nami's seen it. Otherwise the only other person who's touched it is you.

[yourhatred]

Good.

[That would mean that if it was a danger to touch it, he'd put himself at risk too.

But at least Law wouldn't be alone in that.]

I'm afraid paranoia is a common trait among ninja.

[deathsdoctor]

... not such a common trait among pirates, I'm afraid. I'm a bit of an oddity that way.

[Sigh. He nearly pulls his hair out every time a person from his world talks about Devil Fruits and their weaknesses. Must they be so casual about it? It was just inviting someone to pull a Yuber.]

[yourhatred]

Lucky for me we have that in common, then.

[He smiles faintly.]

[deathsdoctor]

Lucky for both us. [Faint smile in return.] We won't drive each other batty that way.

[yourhatred]

I don't think we would find each other such good company otherwise.

[deathsdoctor]

Probably not. [Smiling a little wider and sliding in closer.] Here's to paranoia, then.

[yourhatred]

Yes. May it serve us well.

[deathsdoctor]

[And now he's going to droop a little, energy brought by a brief moment of cheer fading away.]

... mind if I steal your couch tonight?

[I promise to sleep silently, even if it won't be a good restful sleep.]

[yourhatred]

You should know the answer without asking.

[He runs a hand briefly through Law's hair.] But no. I don't mind.