[Itachi is sitting on the bumper of the family car, facing the house. One hand idly dribbles a familiar basketball, and the other holds the mysterious card from a few days ago ( Read more... )

[Several seconds of awkward quiet. Itachi is not good with telephones, even though Nic taught him how to use one and use filters.]

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She's dead. There is no other option. She has been dead for a very long time. There is no chakra signature. Not even the slightest trace ( Read more... )