[Zero gravity wasn't exactly a problem. The least of his worries. He was somewhat stilled in a corner of the room, long and almost invisible cords tight and holding him in place. He didn't mind, he'd put that there for whenever he got tired of floating. Chakra was too cliche. The guy needed something to do. Adorned and tied to other invisible cords ( Read more... )

[It's been so long since this Uchiha had spread his metaphorical wings and satisfied his undying lust for blood shed. When the subjects had been apparent, it was obvious this was far more entertaining- there was a hunt to be had. Despite the lack of action for some time now, after all he was dead and the dead didn't exactly get around much after ( Read more... )

[New week and new experiment. Most times the Uchiha would have something to say about his misfortune but considering the last weeks torture and the big surprise he found the next morning he was speechless. Absolutely speechless. He couldn't brain a single thing to say, that anger he had building up ceased.]

Irony. Giving me what I lack the most.

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[Like waking up from a long sleep. Itachi had found it somewhat difficult to get out of bed. He had slept in, he didn't know what time it was. His red eyes had stared at the ceiling for who knows how long before he finally reacted- he was in the facility and it was time to get up ( Read more... )

[The feed turns on with a clatter as a faucet head looms into view. It appeared as if someone had dropped the communicator into a sink. There was heavy breathing somewhere accompanied by the sound of rustling fabric before a hand outstretched and grabbed onto the edge of the porcelain sink. A head surfaced from off camera covered in long tendrils ( Read more... )

[Thanks to a certain blond Akatsuki member who blew up Itachi's door, Itachi had moved his temporary room into Sasuke's. The feed turns on to the sound of a thump as Itachi was fitting things into a desk drawer invisible to where the camera angle was recording. He eventually looks around and moves back, setting himself on the bed with his back ( Read more... )

[Itachi is sitting on a desk, a hand propping up his head as it lies below his chin. Crimson eyes are blankly staring at a very decorated dagger he was holding in his other hand. The blade was shiny, the red gems on its hilt glittering here and there as he turned it slowly in his hand. It had been one of those strange gifts his master had given him ( Read more... )

[Another dream. Itachi is thirteen again and sitting in meditation before a small table with a single candle. The flickering light seems to be showing a very warm orange dancing about the top cheerfully unaware of the leering doom around it. His environment is covered in darkness, the only light that's there for any use is the measly candle in ( Read more... )

The sun was coming in through what appeared to be a kitchen window as a small boy made his way closer through the opening of a door. It was Itachi, around six or seven years old, and he was staring at something that was gurgling on a high chair with a bowl of cereal set in front of him. Itachi was staring at the baby, his school bag hanging from ( Read more... )

[The feed turns on accidentally to the sight of two brothers standing apart from each other in what appeared to be a very plain room. Itachi was standing, head lowered slightly as he held a thumb to his mouth, the edges of his lips visibly tainted with a deep red. He was shaking his head at the other Uchiha in front of him as his jaw clenched ( Read more... )