Snakes and Weasels
Who: Snake heavendivided and Uchiha Itachi shar1ngan
When: February 7, at 19:00
Where: Top of the Major's Club
Summary: Itachi and Snake are paranoid bitches and don't want their conversation monitored by the NV.
Warnings: None that I know of :O
( At the appointed him, the roof of the club seemed deserted. )
When: February 7, at 19:00
Where: Top of the Major's Club
Summary: Itachi and Snake are paranoid bitches and don't want their conversation monitored by the NV.
Warnings: None that I know of :O
( At the appointed him, the roof of the club seemed deserted. )
He gave the other kid... or man -- he wasn't even sure what to call him -- a brief look over, which was a strenuous task in itself, what with the distance and his own limited depth perception. Though he'd had ten years to get used to it, so that didn't really bother him anymore. As for Itachi, he could take an educated guess that he was somewhere in his twenties, and aside from certain oddities (honestly, though, if you've met a guy that was half tree and another one whose tongue was at least half a meter long, nothing managed to shock you anymore), he didn't appear that much different from other kids he'd met. Same dull glaze in his eyes. A little bit like a ghost. Just like Frank.
...Damn, this was the second time he was reminded of him, though he was thinking of that boy far more often. The kind of kid that's been raised to kill and fight for its own survival from birth, only to end up a tool.
And he still didn't know --
(but you defeated me, watched over me, help me fill the void inside)
-- If he'd done the right thing. But this was different. And if it wasn't, he would make it so.
"You gotta come over to me," he spoke, shifting weight from one foot to the other, while looking somewhat apologetic, "I can't jump that far."
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He'd intended to come to Snake anyway, and he found the apologetic look somewhat amusing on the scarred face. He found it significant and gratifying that Snake hadn't gotten angry or upset at the blatant demonstration of ability.
"I'm pleased to meet you, Snake-san," he said, inclining his head politely in a small bow. "It's good to meet a fellow warrior of skill and experience."
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...That wasn't entirely true. He'd become so used to omnipresent threats that he didn't even consider the 'lesser evils' that painted the town red at night, though he never forgot about them. The real threat, he supposed, was time -- and how history could change if he wasn't there to stop any of their plans. What could happen to Kaz. And his men. Frank, too.
It had been over a week already. Itachi was regarded with an indifferent, but not necessarily unkind expression; he acknowledged the boy's manners with a curt nod. Being greeted so politely was rare; most of the time, they just yelled his name or took a jab at him right away. One of the two.
"Likewise," Snake said, and considered extending a hand for a moment, but dropped the thought after a second. Whereever Itachi came from, his profession and mannerisms indicated that it might have been a place not unlike Asia, and that suffix -- well, that sounded familiar, too. He didn't get reminded of his roots very often, safe for a conversation he would hold with Kazuhira every now and again in Japanese, about the old days, how both America and Japan had changed after World War Two, comparisons of the respective countries Constitutions, and so on. Funny how nostalgic this new place could get at times. Shikata ga nai.
"Hope this isn't inconveniencing you. You're also very observant for your age; caught on pretty quick." Good thing, that; he didn't like oblivious people. Like he had been, at one point. He continued, because he knew they weren't here to talk personal matters. Not yet. "I'm not the type to just settle down and take things as they come. If people want to stay here; that's fine, but I'm looking for the ones that don't."
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Enough to stand on equal footing with Snake, as far as he was concerned.
But he suppressed the impulse. Snake didn't seem like he intended to talk down to him or dismiss his abilities, quite the opposite. There would be time to give the man a shock later, if it became necessary.
"It's not inconvenient to me," he said calmly. "I work here in an hour, so I have the time to talk first."
He tilted his head. Time to come clean. "To be honest, I have no strong desire to return home. But since I arrived here, I've found I need to keep busy. Figuring out the nature of this place and learning as much as I can comes naturally to me, and I do want to help others to escape, even if I do end up staying here myself."
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He listened. And frowned, but not for long, even though the impulse to disagree was there. It wasn't like he wasn't keeping busy himself -- there was a lot to do before anything coming close to escape could be realized, a lot of investigative work and intel gathering, most of all. Didn't really get much information out of the network with all its subjective opinions and statements.
"I wonder," he eventually said, "Don't you have any job to finish, back at 'home'? Or do you just..." He gestured, "Not want to go back there, for one reason or another."
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"I do have a job that's been left unfinished," he admitted. "But as I had gone to my death right before coming here, I feel somewhat justified in considering the torch passed to my successors. If the man I've been ordered to assassinate comes here, I will do anything I can to kill him including walking willingly to my own death a second time. Otherwise, I have chosen to be selfish for once in my life."
His eyes flicked back to Snake. "I won't bore you with the details," he said firmly. "I presume you also have a job to finish?"
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Jesus. The Mother Base must have been in an uproar right then, when he went missing. Probably thought he was taken captive by the CIA, and that wasn't even too farfetched. And he couldn't just let someone else take over for him. Couldn't. It wasn't like him to retire, and besides, it's not what she'd want him to do...
"I don't consider a man's past boring," he told Itachi, honestly. It was the most interesting part about getting to know someone; learning what shaped them into the person they are today. Why they went that path in life, why they made those choices. "But I know it's not always easy to talk about it. I have people back...'home'," he paused momentarily, considering that word. It wasn't accurate; he didn't have a home other than the battlefield. America was just an idea now, a false one at that, held together by unrealistic expectations. " -- that are relying on me. I can't just settle down in this place and pretend I don't care. But... you're very selfless to be willing to help if you would gain little or nothing from it."
Big Boss could admire something like that. It was the same thing he would do, probably; just as he had done in Mozambique. And in San Hieronymo. As he was probably going to do here, the whole corrupt legal system and city be damned.
"Just to be clear. You don't particularly care about either of the corporations, do you? 'Cause that's where I'm gonna start, and not everyone might be happy about that."
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Best not to talk about it directly, if he could avoid it.
He gave a shrug at being accused of selflessness. "It gains me something to learn about this place, if I'm going to stay here," he said. "If it helps people to get home, then that doesn't cause me difficulties."
He then shook his head firmly. "I have my own loyalties, and neither of the corporations seem likely to earn mine." He cocked his head. "When you say you're starting there, do you mean you intend to take them down?"
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And that was something Jack could not do alone. He readily took on most of the work, but without support, a mission was always bound to fail. He had Ocelot, yes -- and there were certainly other people to consider, but right now, he was still on his own, as far as he was concerned.
"I'd like to see what you can do."
His handgun was drawn and pointed at the other man within the fraction of a second; no heads-up, and nothing in his body language or facial expression that would have given away his intentions.
[ooc: I'm not entirely sure of Itachi's abilities, buuuut Big Boss will pull the trigger and I'll leave it to you how Itachi dodges that attack. :3 I'm fine with BB getting disarmed/hurt, just try not to kill him/throw him off the building. XD]
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And yet.
A split second before the young man hit the ground, he vanished in a puff of smoke.
There was a whisper of movement, and Itachi stood behind Snake, grabbing for his gun hand with one hand with the intention of disarming him with a twist that might snap his wrist, while his other hand came up to press a knife against the side of Snake's neck, right over the carotid artery.
"Did you really think that would work?" he whispered.
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He hummed quietly in the back of his throat.
"By the way," he added after a bit, tone pretty relaxed. At least for someone in that position. "That was a tranq dart. So it'd be nice if you let go off me now before you collapse and accidentally cut me."
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"The dart never hit me," he said, his lips curving. "So you have no need for concern. It was only a kage bunshin - a clone. As is the one you're talking to right now. My real body is out of sight, but I am able to hear everything we've discussed. I'm sorry for the paranoia, but apparently it was warranted."
He lowered the knife and stepped back, tilting his head to the side slightly. "If you want to see what I can do, you'll need to do more than shoot at me once."
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"Talk about fair," he gruffed, taking one, two steps to the side while turning towards Itachi-cone(?), his right hand reaching up to his neck, making sure that it was alright. Oddly enough, the only thing he really mourned right now was his Mk.22; he was sure he needed that gun again sooner or later, but he wasn't gonna fight for it if Itachi took it for now. "You better not break that thing," he said, displeased. "And it's fine. I got a pretty good idea now, though I wouldn't mind seeing more some other time. Though I guess I should feel honored that you felt this paranoid just meeting up with me. You're wary, that's good." Jack smiled himself. He always knew when to admit defeat, though that didn't mean that he was just a little bit sore about it. But that's life, and he'll get back at him for it later. In some other way.
"That's all there was to it. I'm not a clone, by the way -- " He made an inviting gesture. "As real and mortal as they come." But all he really meant to say was, if I willingly take such a risk concerning my life, don't you think I'm serious about all of this?
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"Survival has nothing to do with playing fair," Itachi said solemnly. "Not to mention that you brought several powerful weapons to a meeting with an apparently unarmed man. I'm sure you're confident in your skills, as I am. You can't begrudge me using the skills I have to protect myself instead of taking foolish risks for no purpose."
He pulled the gun out of his pocket and examined it, then tossed it back towards Snake.
"I'm very skilled at creating illusions, such as the clones and other things. My eyes allow me to see minute details and to copy techniques I see perfectly. I can manipulate both water and fire. There are other things I can do, but those are the main things. Does that help?" he added calmly.
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He didn't want to think about it like that, so he spoke again to distract himself. "Not that dangerous," he remarked, referring to his weapons. "It's not like I brought an RPG. Too heavy and I wouldn't have time to fire that one anyway, pIus, it's kind of noisy. But I'd be an idiot to stroll around the city unarmed, especially get caught up after dark. I don't particularly feel like fighting any of those...things with my bare fists." And this was different from wrestling an alligator in the jungle. "And yeah, that does help. It gives me a better idea of your abilities. I don't expect you to tell me about all of your techniques; I wouldn't do it either. But maybe there's a thing or two I can learn, I'm pretty good at picking up new stuff, too. It was just something I needed to know."
Honestly, he did that with everyone. Evaluate their fighting skill first, ask more questions later. "Manipulating fire and water, huh. To what extent, and how?"
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"I doubt that I'd be able to teach you the jutsu I know," he said quietly. "Teaching isn't my strength, and my experience says that ninja must begin learning chakra control from a young age, to pick it up properly."
He thought for a moment. "Perhaps a demonstration." He formed a few seals with his hands, placed his fingers to his lips in the shape of a circle and then blew. A fireball erupted from his pursed lips, flying halfway across the rooftop before dissipating.
"And yourself, sir?" he asked, turning back to Snake. "What are your abilities?"
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