Disappearance and a Thought [Complete]
Character(s): Uchiha Itachi
Content: Itachi wakes up in the morning to find that Kisame is gone.
Setting: Actua Are
Time: Morning, day of this thread.
Warnings: None
Bright light filtered through the curtains, falling across Itachi's face as he tried to ignore the world and continue to sleep. Unfortunately, the day had other ideas, as he was discovering, for he could find no position in which the light would go away. Sighing, the Uchiha cast off the blankets and sat up, looking around the room as he often did in the mornings.
And something wasn't right.
Itachi could remember the interactions with Kisame from the night before. It was kind of hard to forget when a man almost twice your size greets you like an old friend and kisses you. Despite everything that he remembered, he could find no evidence that the man had ever been in the room. The other bed sat undisturbed, as if no one had slept in it at all. And there was no sign of the large sword Kisame carried...
Was it all a dream?
Surely the information Kisame had shared with him about the Akatsuki wasn't the product of his imagination! But he didn't have any way to find out. He didn't know where they were meeting, so how was he supposed to find them?
This was going to prove a fantastic mess to sort out.
Content: Itachi wakes up in the morning to find that Kisame is gone.
Setting: Actua Are
Time: Morning, day of this thread.
Warnings: None
Bright light filtered through the curtains, falling across Itachi's face as he tried to ignore the world and continue to sleep. Unfortunately, the day had other ideas, as he was discovering, for he could find no position in which the light would go away. Sighing, the Uchiha cast off the blankets and sat up, looking around the room as he often did in the mornings.
And something wasn't right.
Itachi could remember the interactions with Kisame from the night before. It was kind of hard to forget when a man almost twice your size greets you like an old friend and kisses you. Despite everything that he remembered, he could find no evidence that the man had ever been in the room. The other bed sat undisturbed, as if no one had slept in it at all. And there was no sign of the large sword Kisame carried...
Was it all a dream?
Surely the information Kisame had shared with him about the Akatsuki wasn't the product of his imagination! But he didn't have any way to find out. He didn't know where they were meeting, so how was he supposed to find them?
This was going to prove a fantastic mess to sort out.