[Itachi is sitting on the floor with his back to a bed. He seems to be touching his nose and bruised cheek a bit, it still burned from the beating Madara's wonderful little brother gave him. He gives a small cough.]

Sasuke. Report.

Madara has not come after you, has he?

[Is that anger in his voice? Of course. He despises that bastard of an ( Read more... )

[A faciliberry is tossed aside and, lo, it begins recording. A canted angle from the floor, disorienting but offering a clear view of somebody's makeshift torture chamber. One of the unoccupied rooms, no doubt. And the prisoner? A riot of long black hair obscures his face for the moment, his head bowed so low it nearly touches the ground. His arms ( Read more... )

[The video feed turns on to an Uchiha slumped against a wall. His knees are up, his arms wrapped around them as he buries his face into them. He seems to be on a bed and the audio that was recorded from the dying subjects is playing. All you hear are screams and shouts, cries and moans. Itachi doesn't move, he stays there for a few moments before ( Read more... )

How disgustingly romantic, foul Consortium ( Read more... )

( Yes, all of them. Even THAT one. )

[For a few seconds, there seems to be nothing but the sound of shuffling clothing and the small sniff's here and there from a sobbing person. There's a small pause before the sound of a woman's cry broke the silence. There was a loud clattering noise and the faciliberry's feed turns on. Sitting in front of a computer screen with her white coat ( Read more... )

[For once, Itachi wasn't upset about being thrown into the third facility. If there was something he missed it was the green's of forest's. Although he found himself in a jungle, the feelings were the same- he had yearned for the wilderness for so long. This was his element ( Read more... )

[As curious as it may seem, there was another somebody sitting casually on a bed as he reached for some strawberry's as he nibbled on it's tip. It was Itachi but he wasn't thirteen anymore. He was twenty one, leader of the Uchiha, and a way more cheerful than the old Itachi. There was a calm look on his face as he sat, he seemed to be pleased at ( Read more... )

[Itachi liked gravity even if ninja's somehow tended to always prove gravity wrong some way or another. When a shinobi stayed in the air for more than the given time, it was due to their chakra control, now, Itachi had been stuck trying to keep his things in place before sitting himself on the roof, sticking to the walls with chakra as he sat by ( Read more... )

[A foot glides by, skidding on the grass. Toes curl into the dirt before it lunges away, following a strong pale ankle and the lines of an exposed calf. The two Uchiha are fighting again, and their movements are serpent-quick and precise even if they've agreed to only use taijutsu. No sharigan eyes for this little spat ( Read more... )