[voiced] Back from the dead

[mercurial314]

[He sounds tired, not angry but frustrated and a bit depressed, maybe.]

...I'm gonna need more cigarettes.

Geez, hello Luceti. Nothing has changed it seems. There's some sort of event going on, I see. A fucking experiment or whatever. Well, per-fucking-fect. Nothing seems to startle you people. You're so fucking content in your little lives here

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[voiced]

[unownedboy]

[Hi, Katou. Here, have a long, long pause, followed by a soft, barely-audible sigh.]

[voiced]

[mercurial314]

....Hey.

[voiced]

[unownedboy]

You were gone too long, Katou.

[Translation: I was worried.]

[voiced]

[mercurial314]

I'm...I didn't know.

How long? You ho-- You at the house?

[voiced]

[unownedboy]

I ... see. [Yeah, he knows what that means.]

Yes. Quietly; there are children sleeping.

[voiced]

[mercurial314]

Children?

[And he's walking through the village to get back, hurrying a little when he hears Itachi being there as well.]

[voiced]

[unownedboy]

A necessary burden. There may be more, soon.

[Which is probably the reason he's keeping his voice down. Of course, he'll be waiting for Katou in the kitchen, on the other end of the house from the sleeping chibis.]

[voiced]

[mercurial314]

Aha. I wouldn't have thought... No, um... See you soon.

[And with that he'll close the journal and run the last of the way.]

[action]

[unownedboy]

[Itachi has been busy. The house is completely dark but for a candle on the table. He's not one to fidget, but all that nervous energy needs somewhere to go, so he's made tea. By the time Katou gets home, he's sitting calmly at the table with a cup in front of him, looking for all the world as if he's been sitting there serenely for the last several hours.]

[action]

[mercurial314]

[Katou's a bit out of breath as he arrives, cheeks flushed from the effort and clutching his journal tightly. He sneaks in silently, and follows the flicker of light to the kitchen where he pauses in the doorway. He's wearing a pair of white pants, and nothing else. Much like when he arrived to Luceti. He'd glomp Itachi right away if the ninja would be standing and seeming at least a bit welcoming. But he's sitting at the table, obviously arming himself with distance, and Katou will allow that for now...]

Um... I'm... back.

[action]

[unownedboy]

[Itachi looks up at Katou; he'd heard the young man come in, could almost hear the pounding of the shapeshifter's heart. For several minutes, he just sits there in silence, crimson eyes glittering in the candlelight as he studies every inch of Katou's body available to him as well as the circulation of his massive store of untapped chakra. When nothing immediately looks out of place, his shoulders slump in a very visible sign of relief.

Finally he climbs to his feet, the veneer of implacable calm discarded until he just looks exhausted, worn far beyond his years.]

Katou.

[His inflection when he says his name could easily be taken many ways. An acknowledgment, relief, command or request.]

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[mercurial314]

[When Itachi gets up, Katou smiles quickly, just a brief glimmer of a curve upon his lips, but it's something. The ninja looks tired, so does Katou, dead tired, troubled. But he doesn't waste much time in jumping Itachi, few running steps taking him to the ninja and then hanging himself on Itachi, arms around his neck, legs wrapping around his hips.]

Ita-chin... [Katou purrs before pressing a kiss on Itachi's grim lips, fully expecting to be pushed away and already preparing to land with some dignity still intact. ]

[action]

[unownedboy]

[It's a testament to how worn down Itachi is (and how relieved he is to see Katou back safely) that his first response to Katou's sudden rush is to blink stupidly at the shapeshifter for a few seconds. His body is slightly more in tune with potential danger, however, and his right foot slides back in the beginning of a defensive maneuver, but Katou was quicker, and that movement served instead to brace the added weight of a full-grown man draped across his shoulders and hips. It doesn't save him from a rather painful jolt as his tailbone hits the table, but he's got more important things to worry about at the moment -- like supporting the shapeshifter with both arms, crushing him close.

Katou will just have to face this short imprisonment, along with a kiss that's as quietly angry as it is desperate, relaying emotions almost impossible for the ninja to display openly.]

[action]

[mercurial314]

[As if Katou would mind. He'll cling to Itachi like a over-sized monkey, hooking legs behind his back, fingers burying deep into the raven locks. The kiss is a bit more savage than Katou expected, but he doesn't mind, making quiet noises of perhaps unraveling fear, contentment, pleasure, yearning... Itachi tastes like tea, but Katou's not happy before he can taste the ninja's own flavor underneath it all, his kiss deep and maybe a hint demanding, clingy.

Itachi's scent is homey, warm, not blood and gore and violence. Katou shivers, hugging him closer, wanting to feel something real, and something alive against himself. The fact that it's the only person in this whole damned village he trusts to doesn't hurt. ]

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[unownedboy]

[That's fine with Itachi, really. The anger fades eventually, melting into a staggering sense of relief. Katou is unharmed -- oh, he's sure the mission ended poorly, but he's not missing anything vital that Itachi can sense. He can, however, sense the nervous energy in Katou, horror like a shroud surrounding the shapeshifter, a feeling he knows intimately -- for that reason, he allows Katou free reign, content to offer whatever support it looks like he'll need.]

[action]

[mercurial314]

[Katou won't ever understand the anger or the resentment if Itachi won't choose to mention them. Until then he'll just continue assuming, and at the moment kissing, hungrily, clinging to the ninja like a little monkey who is not so little. Itachi is warm, nothing like the machine like Malnosso or death-pale Gojyo. The thought about the redhead drives a forceful shudder through him and he moans quietly into the kiss, brows furrowing a little, fists tightening in Itachi's hair.]