[ACTIVE/OPEN]

[crimsonyx]

Who: Itachi and anyone
What: After being teleported to Manhattan within an inch of his life, Itachi can barely walk, is critically injured, and has no idea where he is.
When: Yesterday(? I'm still a little hazy about the date here)
Where: Houston street, near it's intersection with Avenue C
Warnings:Blood

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[crimsonyx]

There were many habits Itachi had that would turn against him, and enhancing his senses with chakra was one of them. Normally, he would be aware of a human presence within a hundred meters in a densely wooded area; this time, his human-level hearing alerted him much later than that.

Not that it made a difference anyway. Itachi could not fight, could not run, possibly could not even speak the dialect. The only thing he could do was assume his man was hostile, and even then it didn't matter. Itachi was close enough to death for a swift slice across his throat to not matter anymore.

He glared at the silver-haired form but kept his eyes black to show no unnecessary hostility. He also attempted to straighten up, though the majority of his weight was still against the wall and his right leg.

No use speaking if there was no guarantee of being understood. No use reaching for a weapon if there were none. No use even wiping his mouth of the blood if he'd done it so many times he before it would just smudge like the rest. Itachi just nodded a greeting, though not a friendly one.

[vampire_kingxx]

The scent of blood lingered in every direction, though, it came form source, the man that was not too far from him. He walked quickly, though his steps didn't seem as quick as they were before. Perhaps, that limited thing is in effect when it came to his own strength and power as well? He didn't speak, words were unnecessary. He wasn't going to say he came in peace. It would have been something that would be even more suspicious.

He could tell the person was beaten rather severely, when he got closer. The injuries looked so small far back, but when he got close to them, it was twice as big. Yes, the raw smell of metallic copper, the red substance that ran in every human being, pulsed. Would he do it? Offer help to someone who might just be as clueless as he was? Her certainly didn't looked like he was dressed for whatever period of time this was.

He was calm, and reserved, though he did not know if his form was hostile, or his posture was hostile. He was only curious on what was there. The stranger had greeted him, though he could tell, they were not glad to see him. Duzell would do anything, but he faintly nodded in return, though briefly lifting his bony white fingers to run through his silvery white mane. Should he speak? The damn silence was already killing him.

[crimsonyx]

Itachi felt another itch at the back of his throat warning that another coughing fit was coming on, but he held it back with a swallow and a clearing of his throat.

"Can you heal?" he asked at last, pronouncing each word as plainly as possible. To his surprise, the language that came out was not Japanese. He could understand it, but not a clue as to how. He kept the realization from showing in his expression.

[vampire_kingxx]

The words, he could hear clearly, as if spoken in his own language. It was odd, but he didn't seem to doubt it much. Could he heal? Of course. He had done it before with Ishtar, and though, incantations might be a bit troublesome here, he would probably help anyway. Duzell needed to find his limit before he finds out too late, anyway. Perhaps, it will serve as a useful test.

"Yes, I can," he mused in an even tone. The other seemed surprised that he had spoken coherent words to the vampire, and he was expecting something else, another language as well, though not displayed on his face, Duzell was a bit surprised.

[crimsonyx]

The biggest mistake any Shinobi could make was to allow healing from a stranger in enemy territory. Once their chakra was under your skin, they could do anything. The last thing Itachi was willing to do was trust this man, but he didn't need to trust him to need him. The plan had been to die anyway now that his purpose was fulfilled.

"Are you willing?" he pressed. It seemed obvious to Itachi that he had nothing to give in return, so it didn't bear mentioning.

[vampire_kingxx]

He found no reason to hurt anyone at this point. He was certain half of the population here, was already deranged that they were isolated from friends and family. Even though, the vampire had his own agenda, he wasn't about to make enemies here, at least not now. Who knew what would happen if boredom struck him again.

"Is it wise to ask strangers for healing?" he mused. He didn't know how compatible people were to magic, especially his own, since the stranger obviously didn't' come from the vampire's, so he wanted to make sure this person was willing.

[crimsonyx]

"I have nothing to lose," Itachi countered. It a day it wouldn't make a difference anyway.

[vampire_kingxx]

He shrugged, there was no use getting around it. The person seemed rather desperate, but Duzell, unlike Oshtar was capable of casting the right spell. He closed the distance between the two of them to get at least in contact with the other for the spell to work.

"Right," he replied almost sarcastically. What was there to lose here anyway.

[crimsonyx]

Itachi didn't flinch as the man got closer than one should normally let an enemy, but all the rules were being broken now, weren't they?

The silver haired man was used to being better than everyone else. It was evident by the way he regarded Itachi. If his view of himself and the world was true, he should be capable of a decent healing jutsu. That being the case, the Uchiha decided that to repay him he would simply spare this guy rather than proving him how very wrong he was by underestimating Itachi.

[vampire_kingxx]

Once he was in a closer space with the other, his hand was raised slightly, eyes closed, and he the vampire would mutter audible words that could not be understood. He was using an incantation rather than blood, since did not exactly know how this place functioned, it was wise to stick to safer techniques. The words were uttered in an ancient language that was used for spell casting.

After the words were muttered through his partly opened mouth, the wounds would slowly heal themselves. Though, he would have to remind them, they were only mere skin deep healing.He may appear unscathed, but he would need time to fully recover. Duzell was cautious and aware even when he was using his spells. Strangers, every one of them could strike trouble to him, just as Sharlen had almost killed him.

[crimsonyx]

Itachi coughed wetly into his hand when he heard the muttering. Just slightly caught off guard, and it was easily passed off as just the illness. This was different, it didn't sound like a jutsu. There were no handseals that he could see. This couldn't be the Shinobi world, but then what was it?

He could feel no chakra inserted under his skin, but a tingling worked its way along all his cuts. His leg muscle was untouched, torn as he was sure it was. Was this man actually healing him, or just trying to make him look good as new while leaving him just the same on the inside? He prodded the worst of his internal injuries with what chakra he had, and found that there was a faint prickle there was well. It was going to be slow. This guy was incompetent after all.

[vampire_kingxx]

After a few long moments, he would stop. Most of all the wounds should have closed up. Despite all that, he seemed perfectly fine so far, no fatigue, no tiredness, nothing. Though, he was prepared for whatever happened next. He took a small step back. The wounds all but closed up, even if they were skin deep, they were perfectly much more useful than leaving a bleeding man on the street. The smell of blood didn't bother him as much, since he had grown used to in his old days.

"You should refrain from extreme activities. I've healed enough that you would be able to walk and move about freely, but injuries as fatal as that also takes time to recover," he mused in a rather even tone. Blood magic would have done the right trick in complete healing but he refrained from using his blood at this point.

[crimsonyx]

"Understood," Itachi nodded. That was the extent of the thank-yous.

He pushed away from the wall and tested his weight on his left leg. Painful still, but bearable.

"There's only water that way," he nodded behind him. "Salty. Also the remnants of a bridge." That was the extant of prepaying him.

[vampire_kingxx]

He didn't seemed bothered by it. He was just used to it by now, it was becoming ridiculous. How long would he be helping people, before it finally goes away? Probably not for a while, he supposed.

Yes, the other would be rather tired still, and in a bit of pain, but days usually would allow people, especially humans to completely recover from all injuries. There's water and their are remnants of a bridge, not something he found useful, really, because, he didn't need water, fruits would sustain his hunger enough, and blood was fine.

He would have to refrain from solid food, however. In any case he nodded to the words. Maybe it could be useful after all.