[Accidental Video // Public]
[The woman that graces the screen of the fansuwoth is beautiful.
She's a just shade broad in the shoulders, and perhaps a little tall for a woman..... But still, she's slender and poised, with modestly understated curves, long-fingered artistic hands, a politely subdued smile, and a fair complexion brightened with subtle hints of color from her make ( Read more... )
She's a just shade broad in the shoulders, and perhaps a little tall for a woman..... But still, she's slender and poised, with modestly understated curves, long-fingered artistic hands, a politely subdued smile, and a fair complexion brightened with subtle hints of color from her make ( Read more... )
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Nor was I. I'm sorry if I startled you.
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I'm afraid not. My latest client provided a..... uniform, you might say.
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He goes red as a beat when "she" starts stripping and is fumbling with his fansuwoth to turn it off and preserve her dignity--not helped by his nose bleeding--
And realizes he's looking at a man. What. WHAT.]
--The hell?!
[Still blushing, still bleeding, and frankly completely shocked.]
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There's.... some sort of boy on there, a teenager, flushed and out of sorts and smeared with blood. His eyes widen a little in alarm.]
Are you alright, young man?
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[He flails a bit and ends up grabbing a scrap of fabric to press to his nose. His next words come out a little muffled and nasal.]
Guys... Guys shouldn't have to--
[But what if he wants to? Kanji is just entirely confused and flustered, and it doesn't help that Hizashi is still really pretty and androgynous looking.]
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The engagement I returned from was with a client who prefers..... ambiguity, I suppose.
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-- there was something familiar about this one; he feels like perhaps he should recognize her. He tries and fails to recall the name of the Head's wife, but ... no. No, that's not right.
A moment later, the reason why is clear enough. He blinks, a little surprised by the transformation, a little horrified by the distinctive pattern on the man's forehead. (Itachi's father had explained to him, once, what the Hyuuga did to their own. Itachi had been eight at the time, and had had vivid nightmares for a week about his own little brother in a similar situation. Even now, Itachi thinks that for all the atrocities committed by his clan, that sort of forced submission had not been one of them.)
He cannot quite remember this man's name, but it feels close.]I had heard that many from Konoha had been brought here, but ... I am ( ... )
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Its reach spans far and wide, I'm told, into both the past and the future.
[He studies the face on the other end of the camera for a long moment, thoughtful and serious, before a spark of shocked recognition makes his eyes widen. The features are far more angular and refined now, the maturity a little more suitable--and yet still so very heavy--on a face grown only wiser with age, the eyes keener and more intelligent, the manner even quieter stronger, surer still than a child still growing into his power and authority. But even then, even with all that.... His face remains much the same, and his eyes still hold a soul far too old, and his hair is still every bit Mikoto's ( ... )
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[A few beats of silence -- Itachi draws back from the screen in a movement that might be considered a flinch from anyone else, a look approaching stunned disbelief writ wide across startled eyes.
Hyuuga Hizashi -- he remembers the name, now, and all the rest of it. Sacrificed to protect the secrets of that precious bloodline ... oh, he remembers. He dips his head in recognition, surprised by the recognition, as well as that strange reaction.
(When was the last time anyone smiled upon recognizing his face? He can't remember.)]
I am Itachi, yes.
Yours is ... certainly not a face I thought I'd see again. Twelve years, perhaps more.
How remarkable.
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[He certainly hadn't expected to see Itachi's face again either, much less at this age; it's a little awe-inspiring, to think of the time difference. But every moment, Itachi is reminding him more and more of Mikoto. The hair, the fine features, the eyes..... This boy--this man--is every inch an Uchiha. The look he gives Itachi is approving, the smile he offers an effort at reassurance.]
How have you been, Itachi-kun?
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He's...pretty is what flits across her mind, reminding her of one of her older female relatives, and her cheeks go a bit redder at that, and at the strangeness of this situation.
She isn't sure if she should call attention to the fact that she's seen this at all, but...]
...Um...Uncle, y-you're broadcasting yourself on the network.
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That was not my intention, needless to say. But thank you for the warning, Hinata-sama.
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