[Who:] Itachi and Kurenai.
[What:] A brief encounter gone sour, as most their meetings usually do.
[When:] Wednesday night.
[Where:] Itachi's grave.
[Warnings:] Disturbing the dead. Usual with these two, minus adult rated situations.

( 'What compelled you to fake your own death?' )

( Private to the Lady who lays in wait upon the edge of the Milky Way )

( Private to Deidara )

( Private )

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I've decided to take on a pet... ferret. Cute thing. I suppose. I've named him Puchi. Gin, doesn't it remind you of something you might call a dog?

( Private )

( Private to Sasuke )

Ah... Father's Day is now a thing of yesterday.

It was interesting to sit at home and contemplate things of days long since gone, then to later go out for a drink on my own.

I forgot how appealing the harbor can look at night under the blanket of inebriation.

( Private to Shunsui )

Eighteen.

And I rightfully own the family company as of today. I am not certain as to how I should feel in regards to this. I would say... overburdened... but I would oh so hate to be melodramatic.

Dinner tonight. I suppose I should pick up something to wear. Everything I have seems... lacking in star quality. Heh.

( Private )

( Private to Kurenai )