朱 [003] Uchiha Itachi || weeds
[For a guy who grew up surrounded by the green of the forest, the world colored in gray was beginning to sound so dull. It was raining, a light drizzle, and Itachi was kneeling before a weed sprouting from a crack on the cold concrete right below a rain gutter on the roof. The poor thing was being beaten down mercilessly until Itachi placed his hand over it. The weed straightened out, yellow petals missing after the harsh display of affection from mother nature.
From somewhere inside the little pouch he had around his waist, he extracted a clear plastic cup. Without a delay, he placed it over the plant and stood up to see his handy work. With every drop that fell, the cup rattled but the weed inside was protected. He seemed to just stay there soaking in the rain watching it.]
Has this world become barren of nature's touch? Has the rain become useless? Have all the territories been searched?
[Private to OU!Itachi]
Your brother has a strange heart.
From somewhere inside the little pouch he had around his waist, he extracted a clear plastic cup. Without a delay, he placed it over the plant and stood up to see his handy work. With every drop that fell, the cup rattled but the weed inside was protected. He seemed to just stay there soaking in the rain watching it.]
Has this world become barren of nature's touch? Has the rain become useless? Have all the territories been searched?
[Private to OU!Itachi]
Your brother has a strange heart.