In my field of paper flowers, and candy clouds of lullaby

[fan_of_red_dawn]

Characters:Uchiha Itachi [fan_of_red_dawn], Open
When: That rare occasions when Itachi actually falls asleep.
Where: The mind of a murderer. Er...something like that
Rating: PG-13 at the least. Will be changed as needed
Summary: Time to see why Itachi doesn't ever sleep.

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(ANBU)

[fan_of_red_dawn]

(Uchiha District)

[fan_of_red_dawn]

[sleightofhearts]

Tyki takes a deep breath as he walks, hands stuffed deep into the pockets of his coat. Dream or no dream, he can smell the blood in the air, and it's enough to make his hands tremble.

It's been too long.

He doesn't enter the final house just yet. Instead, Tyki stops in front of it, and lets his head roll back onto his shoulders. He shuts his eyes, allowing the sound of the calling crows to wash over him.

Whether he realizes or not, several Tease butterflies unfurl from his shoulders and flit in the air behind him, their wings beating a little more frantic than usual, as if indicative of their Master's excitement.

[proudigium]

Enter at your own will. There is plenty to see on on the streets as well. Like the crack in the wall, marring one of the many crests that line it. Or perhaps it is the note, caught under the edge of the step, marked with bloodied fingerprints, flapping against the small breeze that blows through occasionally.

Or maybe it is the ghost like memories that will sound forth after a while. stifled, short cut cries for help, ended but the unmistakable ring of a blade cutting through air.

So, take your time. There is plenty to see here.

[sleightofhearts]

The note catches his eye first, mostly because it's so very out of place. Tyki raises an eyebrow and saunters slowly toward it, pinching it between his gloved thumb and forefinger and plucking it from the edge of the step.

What will it say?

(Akatsuki)

[fan_of_red_dawn]

(Uchiha Hideout)

[fan_of_red_dawn]

Re: (Uchiha Hideout)

[scarysnakelady]

It's instinct to soften her footsteps as she approaches, only guessing where this might be. She approaches him though, not caring about any dangerous emanations or the harsh cawing of the black birds everywhere.

[fan_of_red_dawn]

Though his sight is nearly gone, he can still pick up the faint sound of footsteps, and his eyes bore in the same direction.

He remains silent for a while, simply watching, waiting, until he raises a hand, and the crows fall silent themselves.

"Why are you here? You are not the one meant to find me here."

[scarysnakelady]

She stops, not far from the imposing throne. "No, I didn't think I was." Since she was pretty certain she could figure out who he was waiting for, after all. Though that begged the question... "How did you know it was me and not him, anyway?"