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Characters: Mitarashi Anko (scarysnakelady) & Uchiha Itachi(purevermillion)
When: Tuesday night
Where: Anko's bedroom, Hyuuga House II
Rating: PG-13 for now
Warning: It's Anko and Itachi.
Summary: Seeing Anko back from the dead, Itachi decides to go pay her a visit... while she sleeps. Someone's interested on what killed his sempai.
Alliances were rare when it came to Uchiha Itachi. A murderer couldn't just walk into a crowd of people and ask for help. It took time, manipulations, and eventually, even a small threat here or there to get what he wanted when it came to strangers. In Adstringendum, despite how far away he was from everyone and anything, he actually had hoped finding allegiances would be easier. Unfortuantely, he couldn't exactly hope to hold any ties with trustworthy individuals if they were dead. Anko's sudden departure of their word caught Itachi off guard. The death had been so sudden, it was the only reason he was standing there in the Kunoichi's room so late at night.
Naturally, had it been any other ally, he would have left them as they were. Dead allies were useless allies. Unfortunately, because his weakness has always been that wretched organ in his chest, he was stuck having to deal with it. It was past midnight as Itachi stood over the sleeping silhouette of his former sempai with crimson eyes glowing and frowning. The tomoe in them were turning and he could asses that there was something wrong. What it was, he could only guess, but Itachi was never one to assume. He liked facts and he was going to get them. Somehow.
Without a hesitation, he began to move closer to the bed where the kunoichi slept. To hell with personal spaces, he was on a mission.
When: Tuesday night
Where: Anko's bedroom, Hyuuga House II
Rating: PG-13 for now
Warning: It's Anko and Itachi.
Summary: Seeing Anko back from the dead, Itachi decides to go pay her a visit... while she sleeps. Someone's interested on what killed his sempai.
Alliances were rare when it came to Uchiha Itachi. A murderer couldn't just walk into a crowd of people and ask for help. It took time, manipulations, and eventually, even a small threat here or there to get what he wanted when it came to strangers. In Adstringendum, despite how far away he was from everyone and anything, he actually had hoped finding allegiances would be easier. Unfortuantely, he couldn't exactly hope to hold any ties with trustworthy individuals if they were dead. Anko's sudden departure of their word caught Itachi off guard. The death had been so sudden, it was the only reason he was standing there in the Kunoichi's room so late at night.
Naturally, had it been any other ally, he would have left them as they were. Dead allies were useless allies. Unfortunately, because his weakness has always been that wretched organ in his chest, he was stuck having to deal with it. It was past midnight as Itachi stood over the sleeping silhouette of his former sempai with crimson eyes glowing and frowning. The tomoe in them were turning and he could asses that there was something wrong. What it was, he could only guess, but Itachi was never one to assume. He liked facts and he was going to get them. Somehow.
Without a hesitation, he began to move closer to the bed where the kunoichi slept. To hell with personal spaces, he was on a mission.