[Complete] Maybe a sad song sometime will make you remember me...
Who: Uchiha Sasuke [ theloneheir ], Uchiha Itachi [ fan_of_red_dawn ]
Where: Magnolia
What: Oh me, oh my, there is nothing quite like a family reunion.
When: August 20th, mid-morning
Warnings: None; Will update if needed.
He was early. More precisely, he had left early on purpose. He was as of yet, unfamiliar with the surrounding area, and wanting to take the excess time to observe. To perceive the expanse of this place, discern people as the went on about their daily life. To be able to adapt, and meld into this situation which he had been haphazardly thrown.
While one portion of Itachi remained ever alert of everything -always, always everything, for his mind would allow nothing less- around him, there was a small, yet loud part of him mind that was so prominently focused of the conversation to come. He knew, didn't he? Yes, the answer to his own question burned him, scalded him, but he wanted to be sure. No use in assuming, only certainty would suffice.
He walked, his steps light, soundless, red clouds floating around him on a seemingly endless background of black. One arm rested in the opening of the cloak, only one pale hand, in the slender wrist it was attached to was shown. The other arm, from an out side vied perhaps wasn't there. That is not the case. The other arm rested down, loosely in its sleeve, fingers curled flippantly against his palm, hidden by the dark material
The time in which he was supposed to meet his brother drew closer, and so he proceeded forward. Moving through unfamiliar streets, arriving in good time. He stood still, against a wall, so still that perhaps to a distant observer he would appear statuesque. Only upon close inspection could one see the soft, subtle rise and fall of his chest with every breath, or the way red eyes so attentively looked around for a familiar face.
Where: Magnolia
What: Oh me, oh my, there is nothing quite like a family reunion.
When: August 20th, mid-morning
Warnings: None; Will update if needed.
He was early. More precisely, he had left early on purpose. He was as of yet, unfamiliar with the surrounding area, and wanting to take the excess time to observe. To perceive the expanse of this place, discern people as the went on about their daily life. To be able to adapt, and meld into this situation which he had been haphazardly thrown.
While one portion of Itachi remained ever alert of everything -always, always everything, for his mind would allow nothing less- around him, there was a small, yet loud part of him mind that was so prominently focused of the conversation to come. He knew, didn't he? Yes, the answer to his own question burned him, scalded him, but he wanted to be sure. No use in assuming, only certainty would suffice.
He walked, his steps light, soundless, red clouds floating around him on a seemingly endless background of black. One arm rested in the opening of the cloak, only one pale hand, in the slender wrist it was attached to was shown. The other arm, from an out side vied perhaps wasn't there. That is not the case. The other arm rested down, loosely in its sleeve, fingers curled flippantly against his palm, hidden by the dark material
The time in which he was supposed to meet his brother drew closer, and so he proceeded forward. Moving through unfamiliar streets, arriving in good time. He stood still, against a wall, so still that perhaps to a distant observer he would appear statuesque. Only upon close inspection could one see the soft, subtle rise and fall of his chest with every breath, or the way red eyes so attentively looked around for a familiar face.