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[cannibar]

[ Recording on; and Itachi is dictating this to no one in perticular, just simply and idly wasting breath. ]

Which one is more worrisome, I wonder: the personal drama between certain parties or the supposed foretold predicament.

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[cannibar]

[ Itachi knew of death not being existent in this environment -- perhaps that is why he was fully accepting of his long-drawn out, and slightly painful, death. He could have avoided Sasuke for so and so months when the red hues turned to a clear white, and it would only be several months until Itachi was to die. The after-effects of the death however were not know. And neither was it known if death would have been the perfect cure for the poison he had taken over a long time, or if the cycle would simply repeat once he was brought back -- and once again he would die of the same self-inflicted disease.

His eyes were still glancing at the ground, following the other’s footsteps as he turned the corner, albeit slowly, and continued to walk. He had no reason to take in the environment, or what was around them. instead he passed a glance to Kakashi, his eyelids narrowed as though he was trying to focus on the other’s appearance. ]

I’m flattered you’re so concerned.

[ It was low and slow mockery that left his mouth. ]

However, there is no cure for the poison I have consumed.

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[ Kakashi scratched idly at a spot on the back of his head and raised an eyebrow. ]

Well, as much as I know it must kill you to be positive, I'm not so --

[ He stopped mid-sentence and mid-step, fingers tensing against his sides as the rest of his body followed in suit. There was something of a tremor that ran through the atmosphere around them, and as subtle as it was, it was enough to catch Kakashi's immediate attention.

He stood there silently for a second, and then he was gone, just like that, patrolling their immediate surroundings in less than five seconds before he was back at Itachi's side, expression unusually troubled. His fingers curled against his palm, now, and his mask was already down, Sharingan revealed.

Well, shit. What the hell. ]

Did you feel that -- ?

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[ It was in the same moment that Kakashi’s frame had tensed that Itachi had felt something uneasy slither within him. a certain type of anxiety traversed, and thus he let out a low exhale. Fingers were already performing a seal as Kakashi had returned and several ravens had been conjured from a cloud of smoke. All of them sent in different directions (One trailing Sasuke) all the while his sharingan working its way to spot any genjutsu. But no avail.

He turned back to Kakashi, his eyes swiveled in their sockets as though he had felt another presence, but the faint shards of glass had turned his expression tense, firm with narrowed hues. The air thinner, and forcing Itachi to intake a sharp inhale of air, casting it out in a small affirmative sound. ]

Yes.

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[disillude]

[ By the time the shards of powdered glass began to fall from the skies, Kakashi could already tell that the air was thinning considerably. It wasn't unbearable, but it wasn't exactly comfortable, either, and he shifted slowly, scanning his surroundings once more with mismatched eyes that could detect nothing. ]

-- I don't see anything.

[ Damnit. This was the more annoying, aggravating part of the city. Sometimes, when things like this happened, there was no direct explanation for them, and from what Kakashi had heard, the solutions tended to be harder to come by than what he was typically used to.

His expression and the tenseness in his muscles gave way to his poorly contained irritation. He held his palm out silently, watched the flecks of glass fall into his hand, and let out another breath. ]

I don't think there's any real immediate threat we need to worry about.

Yet, anyway.

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[ Unfortunately, it was different for Itachi. The air thinning made his lungs suffocate with unease -- the way it made his breathing anxious, feeling sick and light-headed. His body swayed and he took a unbalanced step back. Head lowered and a hand ran through his hair. ]

We should move quickly.

[ The words themselves left his mouth quickly; because even though his eyesight was undeniably poor, and the way his chest heaved was weak, it was noticeable how the ground was littered with the faint shards of glass that soon enough started to spread out.

And perhaps in a moment of restlessness, Itachi had jumped onto a roof top and overlooked the area, squinting slightly as he let out a soft, hardly even audible, cough. ]

Even if there is no threat as of yet, it does not excuse us for not being cautious.

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[ Kakashi stayed close when Itachi moved. ]

One second. I'll check the network.

[ He had his communicator out in his hand, standing steady on the rooftop Itachi had stationed himself on as he peered down onto the glassy screen of the device in his hands. It took him less than a second to find that particularly interesting post left by the Ice Magister's sister, and his brows furrowed over his forehead for a brief second.

His thumb brushed over the screen to get rid of the fallen glass, and Kakashi rolled one shoulder back as he glanced over to Itachi. He took another quiet second to analyze him again, and it wasn't hard to tell that he was struggling in the harsher atmosphere. ]

It appears as if this would be the doing of the Ice Magister, Caim, and his sister, Erielle. It seems to have been accidental; they mentioned something about a mirror, which would somewhat explain the broken glass we're seeing now --

There's not much more than that, right now.

[ He slipped his communicator back into his pocket. Kakashi was safe from breathing in the shards of deadly glass, but Itachi... well. Itachi was in bad enough of shape as it was. It probably wasn't the best idea to be outdoors at the moment, and the sooner they could get inside somewhere, the better off they were, in the end. ]

Let's go.

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[ Perhaps it was a stupid mistake on his behalf, and perhaps that is why there was a soft self-mocking sound that emerged from the bottom of his throat. The muscles of his throat constricted almost, the glass inhaled with such foolishness -- even with such small fragments of glass, it felt as though needles were trying to dig their way out of flesh. His head lowered, and tilted only to hear the words that were spoken. ]

I suppose it would be too much of an effort to request an explanation.

[ The words idly muttered to no one in particular, and Itachi shrugged slightly to rid of the glass that had settled on his shoulders. A nod of acknowledgment was passed to Kakashi, noticing the words and with swayed sluggish movements -- not slow, but not as though he was in a hurry either. But simply exhausted. The slight slow and barely noticeable welling that was emerging from his throat made Itachi feel slightly tense. Yet his expression was nothing but soft.

His head was casted downwards, following his own steps; his visage graced the features of one that was in deep contemplation. ]

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[ Kakashi noticed that if he rubbed his fingers together hard enough, the glass shed away the top layer of his skin, and small pinpricks of blood appeared in its place. He rubbed his hands down over the front of his vest and moved quickly toward the residential area. He didn't slow his pace until he noticed that Itachi was still behind him, and then he fell back just slightly, though not commenting on his current state.

It wasn't until two minutes later that Kakashi appeared at his side, expression blank, fingers wrapping around the other's wrist and smearing faint spots of blood along his skin. ]

Come on.

[ His tone was flat, emotionless, not too different from the sort of voice that Itachi typically carried. It didn't really say anything at all about how he felt, or about what he thought of the situation. Kakashi breathed slowly, tightened his fingers around his wrist before Itachi could pull away from him, and was moving again, landing a few inches from a small house one or two seconds later.

Kakashi released his wrist and tried the door, shoving his shoulder against the hard wood to force it open when it stuck it a little in the frame. He glanced behind him to Itachi, cocked his head slightly to gesture him inside, and disappeared past the doorframe into the open room beyond. ]

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[ The warmth that Itachi felt against his flesh was not one that he accepted, yet he did not pull away and with the assistance of Kakashi. He continued to lower his head, the heaving of his chest halted with the ceasing of his breathing, in which only made him lower his eyelids in a half-daze as he felt his body being pulled along. It must have been a pathetic sight really.

And yet, when they got to the residence, Itachi wasted no time to enter. It was in an instant that Itachi removed the robe from his shoulder and gave it a firm shake -- the fragments of glass littered the wood below them before it placed it back on. And with another sharp inhale, there was more warmth that resembled that which smudged along his wrist. A small rivet of blood flowed down the corner of his mouth.

But still, he wiped it away with the material of the sleeve of the robe. But when he was forced to open his mouth to let out another cough, a faint splutter of blood appeared on the robe, turning black into a deep vermillion. However, he would not speak of it, pretend to be ignorant and oblivious as he followed Kakashi, leaning against the doorframe. ]

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[ Kakashi knew better, but he typically did.

With his back to Itachi, he crossed the room to the window (listened to the other's heavy breathing and the wet splatter of his coughing as he undoubtedly spat up blood), brushed the curtains out of the way, and then tugged his mask down and off completely. His chin dropped toward his chest, and he breathed in deep, mouth and nose completely free for the first time in hours, restoring his lungs with the proper air that he needed that he just wasn't getting from the current environment.

It lasted less than a minute, and then his mask was back up and in place, Sharingan hidden once more. Kakashi turned, focused back on the man leaning on the doorframe, and for a second, he didn't say anything. Maybe he didn't say anything because there was nothing to say, or maybe he didn't know what to say, or maybe it was none of that at all. It was hard to tell, really.

He glanced away and turned again to close the curtains, darkening the room as it had been previously. ]

You should probably sit down.

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[ Not one gaze was passed to Kakashi, but the way his eyes swiveled indicated otherwise. Yes, his own appearance was weak as he found the fragments of glass that lodged themselves in his throat (and possibly lungs) performing a sort of catalyst. And yet, hopefully, for a few hours they would be removed, hopefully. As he did a large intake of air before he settled down on the floor.

His back against the door frame and one leg horizontally crossed as the other was pressed to his chest. Elbow settled on his knee, and his forehead placed itself on the joint.

Lips part to speak, but instead he remains silent and only closes his eyes as his breathing becomes relaxed. A sort of relief is washed over him, and he lolls his head back against the doorframe. Even if Itachi had noticed Kakashi removing his mask, the vision before him was too blurred and deep into static to see. Instead, he only mutters lowly. ]

How inconvenient.

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[disillude]

[ Kakashi scratched lightly at his chin and watched Itachi silently. There was really nothing left for him to say, after all; the Uchiha had refused help, as Kakashi had been expecting, but it didn't necessarily mean that he was going to turn a blind eye to what was happening to him. He didn't know why he was sick, why he was dying, but he figured it really didn't matter in the end.

His death would cause more problems for everyone, in the end. ]

Should I ask?

[ He'd propped himself against the windowsill, fingers tapping lightly against his arm as he shook bits and pieces of the glass from his hair. ]

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[ It was when the Uchiha heard the faint tapping against the glass-coated appendage that Itachi turned his attention to him. His posture seemed to be much more relaxed now, lowered eyelids with a half-parted mouth, faint colorings of blood still lingers and breathing more lax. The pricking of glass however, that embedded in his throat, caused his chest to halt every so often. But such an action went ignored.

There was a long stretch of silence, and Itachi stood up -- albeit still using the doorframe as support as his head dropped again. ]

A month, perhaps.

[ Were the drawn out words. Of course, Kakashi could have implied any other inquiry, but Itachi would answer the assumption that threaded through his mind. ]

-- No, Sasuke does not know. He does not need too.

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[ Kakashi shifted his weight slightly when Itachi made to stand, opening his mouth as if to advise him against it before thinking better of it. ]

He'll find out eventually.

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[ Even in his half-dazed and exhausted state -- Itachi has a urge to not appear weak, but inwardly mocking himself for such a useless thought only made his throat throb weakly with a inaudible exhale. ]

I’m willing to avoid him until it is finished.

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[disillude]

[ Kakashi said nothing.

Instead, he turned his head to the side to glance through the window once more, peeking through the little space left in the curtains. The glass was still falling hard, and Kakashi could tell from where he stood that it was melding against the ground, forming some sort of strange encasing that - by the end of the hour, at least - would engulf the entire city. ]

It's probably going to stay like this for awhile.

[ He glanced to Itachi, shoulder pressing back into the wall behind him as he leaned into it. ]

I don't recommend you go anywhere until the glass stops falling.