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Characters:: Gaara(gaara_sabaku) and Uchiha Itachi(uchihasama).
Date/Time:: 2008.5.09/9 - 10 PMish.
Location:: Streets of the city; The park.
Rating:: Pg-13ish, i suppose…?
Summary:: While he is trying to make sense of his insanity, Itachi finds a chance to rectify his most recent mistake..if rectification will be excepted.
Unadmittedly, Itachi was still very much shaken from coming face-to-face with the very person he thought was nothing more than a figmentation of his imagination. For many hours he'd been contemplating if the event had actually occurred. With that thought, it didn't seem so impossible; he could've simply imagined the entire situation, just as he had imagined Gaara. His steps gradually slowed to a halt with this thought, realizing he'd just contradicted himself. Before his run-in with him, Itachi had never known the other's name. This fact alone was enough proof for the Uchiha to realize that his encounter, and questionable behavior, was all too real. With a heavy sigh of frustration, Itachi willed his legs to begin moving again.
He was surprised Deidara hadn't been calling him; with it being so late; even dark out now. But, on the other hand, Itachi wasn't the least bit bothered by it. He knew Deidara was still angry at him; but for the real reason, Itachi was curious. A number of ideas rang true to the blonde's nature and the dark haired male thought each and every one of them over carefully. His initial thought was that Deidara was simply outraged at being denied one of his frequent one night stands, which he seemed to be currently desperately craving. But the blonde was also fond of making, and having, numerous amounts of friends; and could be pissed at losing the chance of adding another friend to his list. Itachi had many ideas for the true source of Deidara's anger, but his mind continuously kept returning to his first thought; and given the way he'd been acting towards Gaara, Itachi was willingly to bet that he was absolutely correct.
Itachi clenched his fists as anger once again suddenly began boiling his blood; an uncontrolled reaction to his previous thought. This realization was confusing to the man, and with another frustrated sigh, Itachi then dumped himself onto a nearby bench that he discovered he’d come upon. Perhaps it was out of habit that he’d wound up here in the park; since every time he’d come looking for Deidara, the blonde was, more than not, here. Crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned back, Itachi began to sift through his thoughts, trying to make sense of them. Even though he was now forced to realize that Gaara’s existence was real and beyond his control, Itachi found that he still felt as if he was the only one who could see the red head. He still felt as if Gaara was his. Itachi stiffened as his mind whispered these words back to him. Bitterly, he shook his head, knowing that he could never relay this information to anyone. How could he ever explain knowing someone before ever even meeting them, and not to mention the fact of his fondness he’d come to have. “It would explain the way I behaved..” Itachi murmured. He then leaned forward, elbows on his knees; hiding his face in his palms with an annoyed noise, still muttering to no one, “This is too incomprehensible…”
Deciding that it would be for the best that he did not encounter Gaara again, Itachi dropped his hands; standing with a small noise of exasperation. As he turned to head back, he suddenly tensed, discovering that he was only a few feet away from being face to face with the source of his confusion. Crimson eyes locked with crystalline blue hued irises, refusing to display apparent shock, ’...shit.’
(OOC: @__@; ..sorry, Gaara-mun, for this epically long starter. >__> i've never been inspired to write this much when i had two hands.. i don't know what gives. v.v)
Date/Time:: 2008.5.09/9 - 10 PMish.
Location:: Streets of the city; The park.
Rating:: Pg-13ish, i suppose…?
Summary:: While he is trying to make sense of his insanity, Itachi finds a chance to rectify his most recent mistake..if rectification will be excepted.
Unadmittedly, Itachi was still very much shaken from coming face-to-face with the very person he thought was nothing more than a figmentation of his imagination. For many hours he'd been contemplating if the event had actually occurred. With that thought, it didn't seem so impossible; he could've simply imagined the entire situation, just as he had imagined Gaara. His steps gradually slowed to a halt with this thought, realizing he'd just contradicted himself. Before his run-in with him, Itachi had never known the other's name. This fact alone was enough proof for the Uchiha to realize that his encounter, and questionable behavior, was all too real. With a heavy sigh of frustration, Itachi willed his legs to begin moving again.
He was surprised Deidara hadn't been calling him; with it being so late; even dark out now. But, on the other hand, Itachi wasn't the least bit bothered by it. He knew Deidara was still angry at him; but for the real reason, Itachi was curious. A number of ideas rang true to the blonde's nature and the dark haired male thought each and every one of them over carefully. His initial thought was that Deidara was simply outraged at being denied one of his frequent one night stands, which he seemed to be currently desperately craving. But the blonde was also fond of making, and having, numerous amounts of friends; and could be pissed at losing the chance of adding another friend to his list. Itachi had many ideas for the true source of Deidara's anger, but his mind continuously kept returning to his first thought; and given the way he'd been acting towards Gaara, Itachi was willingly to bet that he was absolutely correct.
Itachi clenched his fists as anger once again suddenly began boiling his blood; an uncontrolled reaction to his previous thought. This realization was confusing to the man, and with another frustrated sigh, Itachi then dumped himself onto a nearby bench that he discovered he’d come upon. Perhaps it was out of habit that he’d wound up here in the park; since every time he’d come looking for Deidara, the blonde was, more than not, here. Crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned back, Itachi began to sift through his thoughts, trying to make sense of them. Even though he was now forced to realize that Gaara’s existence was real and beyond his control, Itachi found that he still felt as if he was the only one who could see the red head. He still felt as if Gaara was his. Itachi stiffened as his mind whispered these words back to him. Bitterly, he shook his head, knowing that he could never relay this information to anyone. How could he ever explain knowing someone before ever even meeting them, and not to mention the fact of his fondness he’d come to have. “It would explain the way I behaved..” Itachi murmured. He then leaned forward, elbows on his knees; hiding his face in his palms with an annoyed noise, still muttering to no one, “This is too incomprehensible…”
Deciding that it would be for the best that he did not encounter Gaara again, Itachi dropped his hands; standing with a small noise of exasperation. As he turned to head back, he suddenly tensed, discovering that he was only a few feet away from being face to face with the source of his confusion. Crimson eyes locked with crystalline blue hued irises, refusing to display apparent shock, ’...shit.’
(OOC: @__@; ..sorry, Gaara-mun, for this epically long starter. >__> i've never been inspired to write this much when i had two hands.. i don't know what gives. v.v)