January first. I missed the countdown!

[He still sounds hoarse, but the pasty shade of illness and fever is gone from his skin. Long white fingers poke the buttons on his PCD again to make it chime for him, for the umpteenth time, the date and time.

Then he smiles, fingers curling up near his lips.]

Well, that's all right ... there's worse things ( Read more... )

[The soft sounds of crows are heard as they rustled their feathers. The cheerful cracking of fire wood join it as a hand stretches out to poke at the flames. There's a bonfire burning in what appears to be a spacious room with a very high ceiling. There's pieces of wood in the background; apparently the wood that Itachi had been collecting, which ( Read more... )