[Thread]
Who: Itachi and OPEN
Where: A little room in the blood moon (no srsly, anyone can barge in lolz)
When: I dunno...nighttime?
Summary: Sasuke is gone and Itachi is smug and drinking
Rating: I dunno
Other: Uhhh...don't mind him if he kinda ignores you
It was ironic, one way or another that Sasuke was now gone. He went missing, disappeared and this could only make Itachi’s mouth strain with the slightest smile as he sat cross-legged in a room with dim lights, his fingers idly running along the edge of the small cup filled with the murky hot sake. Yet, it was another failed mission for the Uchiha, there was no prize for him after the boy ran away and somehow that did not bother Itachi.
...But there was Madara who would - sooner or later - come running into the room and sulk. Itachi’s lips parted slightly as he leaned against the wall of the small room, his robe half undone and slid over one shoulder and the straw hat was tossed to the corner. Thin fingers lifted up the small glass and he took a sip, letting the jazz music from the outside fill his mind.
It was a good day, that pathetic boy wasn’t around anymore, and now Madara only had one choice for an heir.
Where: A little room in the blood moon (no srsly, anyone can barge in lolz)
When: I dunno...nighttime?
Summary: Sasuke is gone and Itachi is smug and drinking
Rating: I dunno
Other: Uhhh...don't mind him if he kinda ignores you
It was ironic, one way or another that Sasuke was now gone. He went missing, disappeared and this could only make Itachi’s mouth strain with the slightest smile as he sat cross-legged in a room with dim lights, his fingers idly running along the edge of the small cup filled with the murky hot sake. Yet, it was another failed mission for the Uchiha, there was no prize for him after the boy ran away and somehow that did not bother Itachi.
...But there was Madara who would - sooner or later - come running into the room and sulk. Itachi’s lips parted slightly as he leaned against the wall of the small room, his robe half undone and slid over one shoulder and the straw hat was tossed to the corner. Thin fingers lifted up the small glass and he took a sip, letting the jazz music from the outside fill his mind.
It was a good day, that pathetic boy wasn’t around anymore, and now Madara only had one choice for an heir.