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[purevermillion]

Characters: Mitarashi Anko (scarysnakelady) & Uchiha Itachi(purevermillion)
When: Tuesday night
Where: Anko's bedroom, Hyuuga House II
Rating: PG-13 for now
Warning: It's Anko and Itachi.
Summary: Seeing Anko back from the dead, Itachi decides to go pay her a visit... while she sleeps. Someone's interested on what killed his sempai.

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[scarysnakelady]

Unsurprisingly, Anko hadn't been sleeping well since her revival. Nightmares were not a new and unusual thing for her, but since her death and the confusion surrounding it, they had been incredibly and horribly vivid. The only thing that kept them away was the sheer exhaustion of healing--and trying to make her body heal faster than it would like to.

But it was movement, not anything in the dream, that snapped her into awareness with a jolt. There was someone there.

Knife, knife, what had she done with-- her mind raced as she cracked her eyes open. "Uchiha," she gasped, realizing that was who those red eyes belonged to. But which one?

Too short to be the brat, and her had eyes, so not Izuna...Well, if it was Madara, she'd already be dead. And if it was Itachi... "If you're going to kill me, make it quick so I can get back to sleep," she muttered, face still half-buried in her pillow.

[purevermillion]

The Uchiha came to a halt as the kunoichi he had been watching for several moments woke up. The tomoe's in his sharingan stopped moving, the last thing he needed was silly questions. All though the shinobi could have easily moved or masked himself, he didn't. There was no point. Anko, as unfortunate as the truth seemed now with how weak she had proven, was the closest thing to an ally that Itachi had. It was pointless to bicker about it.

"You're no good to me dead. Remember that."

He made his way closer to the bed and settled himself at the edge. Eyes moved around her body, he could tell that she was in pain. Whatever had gone wrong had messed with her nervous system. Even now, he could tell a few things were wrong. Circuits were incomplete, reaction times, the list just went on.

"Besides, death should never steal more than her share. How are you."

[scarysnakelady]

Anko blinked, too lazy (and sore, but he didn't need to know that) to turn to face him, head half-down in her pillow still. What, did he come here to chat? Making such odd statements too. 'No good to him dead'? Was she any good to hm alive, at that? "How am I?" She echoed, slightly incredulous. "Uh. Fine, I guess. Considering I was dead a few days ago."

Finally, she turned carefully to her side, staring at him, grogginess assuaged by the shot of adrenaline to her system upon waking so suddenly. It was a moment, being only half-awake, before she remembered that his eyes were dangerous things, even when 'off'. "What are you doing here then, Uchiha?"

[purevermillion]

"You owe me an explanation." The Uchiha replied almost casually.

His hands slipped into his sleeves as he sat by perched at her side. Red eyes scrutinized the woman following the ridges and curves on the sheet. Her movements were so slow and he didn't bother to ask anymore of her. She needed to rest, after all. He couldn't use her while she was immobile in bed. He pretended to look out the window but he was still checking her.

"What happened."