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[Coal-black eyes opened first, taking in the dim, flickering light. He doesn't know where the light source is, but for a second, he's back in the cave, going blind and wondering if the sound that woke him was Kisame shifting in his sleep.
But this isn't the cave, or any of the inns he'd ever stayed at, and Kisame was not here, and Itachi was with his eyesight and without his Sharingan. The realization that he was still in Mayfield, and still alive, sank his heart momentarily. He always fell asleep hoping it would be a fleeting dream, or a hallucination of someone near death.
The sting of pain when he clenches his hands makes him lift his right hand, staring at the bouquet of roses in mute confusion. Roses? Where had these come from? The white shirtcuff and black jacket lead him to tip his chin to his throat, frowning at the strange suit he appears to be wearing.
Strange suit?
He is a ninja again in a heartbeat, and he is still, quiet, eyes scanning the room. There is a woman near the door, wearing some sort of purple dress, hands in a familiar position near her hips. She's watching the door, but her back speaks volumes about her tension, her readiness for a fight.
Damn. DAMN. Someone got the drop on him, knocked him unconscious, put him in a suit, and stuck him in a room with a potentially enemy (or potential bounty hunter) ninja.
This is not Itachi's night.]
But this isn't the cave, or any of the inns he'd ever stayed at, and Kisame was not here, and Itachi was with his eyesight and without his Sharingan. The realization that he was still in Mayfield, and still alive, sank his heart momentarily. He always fell asleep hoping it would be a fleeting dream, or a hallucination of someone near death.
The sting of pain when he clenches his hands makes him lift his right hand, staring at the bouquet of roses in mute confusion. Roses? Where had these come from? The white shirtcuff and black jacket lead him to tip his chin to his throat, frowning at the strange suit he appears to be wearing.
Strange suit?
He is a ninja again in a heartbeat, and he is still, quiet, eyes scanning the room. There is a woman near the door, wearing some sort of purple dress, hands in a familiar position near her hips. She's watching the door, but her back speaks volumes about her tension, her readiness for a fight.
Damn. DAMN. Someone got the drop on him, knocked him unconscious, put him in a suit, and stuck him in a room with a potentially enemy (or potential bounty hunter) ninja.
This is not Itachi's night.]