WIP: ItaSakuKaka random scene?
“Hello, tall, dark, and manipulative,” Ino’s eyebrow rose saucily as she slid into the seat across from her prey. They were alone in a team-debriefing room he’d settled in to write his report. Perfect for her.
The Uchiha looked up from his mission report-closing it as he did so-and debated how much attention he should accord his flatterer. While some may dismiss Inoichi’s daughter, Itachi was well aware of how clever and resourceful she could be, and reasoned she would not bother accosting him without a purpose. She was also reputed to be incredibly adept at her role as an interrogator. She had his attention.
“Were you an ANBU, you would be disciplined for your lack of respect in address, Yamanaka.”
“And you do know about rules, don’t you? Especially bending them,” she replied with a smile. She leaned forward, resting her elbow on the tabletop, her chin in her palm as she watched him thoughtfully.
“What I am trying to figure out, is why.”
Itachi held her gaze a moment, waiting to see if she would continue. He didn’t respond, though. If she wanted information, she would need to ask far more directly, or at least give something else of her own away first. While he was not stationed there permanently like Yamanako Ino, he had spent time in the Torture and Interrogation division, and was familiar with their protocols. So far, she was behaving predictably enough.
"I've been watching for a while now, Uchiha."
“I had not realized I fascinated you.”
“You and that brother of yours fascinate every woman in Konoha,” she grinned back unabashedly. “But I’m more interested in your recent fascination with someone else.”
“Is my being fascinated by someone or something really so far-fetched?”
Ino sighed, shaking her head slightly in her palm. She continued staring at him, now somewhat more knowingly.
“See, I don’t think so. Surprising to a degree, but knowing what I do, not too much so. No, it’s not the who, it’s the what.”
“Come again?”
“The circumstances. Why would you go to so much trouble for someone who can’t reciprocate?”
Itachi felt his blood run cold.
--and somehow, this, Yamanaka Ino sensed immediately.
“… unless you didn’t know?...” she murmured, awestruck.
The Uchiha looked up from his mission report-closing it as he did so-and debated how much attention he should accord his flatterer. While some may dismiss Inoichi’s daughter, Itachi was well aware of how clever and resourceful she could be, and reasoned she would not bother accosting him without a purpose. She was also reputed to be incredibly adept at her role as an interrogator. She had his attention.
“Were you an ANBU, you would be disciplined for your lack of respect in address, Yamanaka.”
“And you do know about rules, don’t you? Especially bending them,” she replied with a smile. She leaned forward, resting her elbow on the tabletop, her chin in her palm as she watched him thoughtfully.
“What I am trying to figure out, is why.”
Itachi held her gaze a moment, waiting to see if she would continue. He didn’t respond, though. If she wanted information, she would need to ask far more directly, or at least give something else of her own away first. While he was not stationed there permanently like Yamanako Ino, he had spent time in the Torture and Interrogation division, and was familiar with their protocols. So far, she was behaving predictably enough.
"I've been watching for a while now, Uchiha."
“I had not realized I fascinated you.”
“You and that brother of yours fascinate every woman in Konoha,” she grinned back unabashedly. “But I’m more interested in your recent fascination with someone else.”
“Is my being fascinated by someone or something really so far-fetched?”
Ino sighed, shaking her head slightly in her palm. She continued staring at him, now somewhat more knowingly.
“See, I don’t think so. Surprising to a degree, but knowing what I do, not too much so. No, it’s not the who, it’s the what.”
“Come again?”
“The circumstances. Why would you go to so much trouble for someone who can’t reciprocate?”
Itachi felt his blood run cold.
--and somehow, this, Yamanaka Ino sensed immediately.
“… unless you didn’t know?...” she murmured, awestruck.