[Closed] Itachi and Aaron [Complete]

[black_amaterasu]

[ WHO ] : Itachi (black_amaterasu) and Aaron (x_rette_mich_x)
[ WHERE ]: Fourth floor.
[ WHEN ]: Backdated to Tuesday, June 16th, after Itachi visited Misao.
[ RATING ]: G.
[ WARNINGS ]: Aaron's cute, Itachi's stoicism?
[ NOTES ]: LOLWEASELWOLF. SHENANIGANS.

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[x_rette_mich_x]

Aaron was still tired from the night before, but a light nap in the lobby had helped that. Sasuke's method of control had thankfully been painless, if still stressful. The teenager was trudging the halls, thankfully unmolested for once in the elevator, and now almost to his apartment.

...It seemed so far away still.

There was a sound behind him and he glanced back, watching as the door opened to the stairwell, and a stranger slipped out. Judging from the movements, he could only guess something had deigned to follow him.

"The ghost on the stairs?" he asked, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

[black_amaterasu]

Itachi's red eyes alighted upon the boy as he scanned the hallway. Though his expression didn't change, something about the blond was familiar, and it took Itachi only a moment to figure out just what it was.

They had spoken once before, over the network. It was the accent of one Aaron Gawain... the boy that knew his brother.

He moved away from the stairwell door at that time with long, graceful strides. "Yes, for the second time today," he answered. "It's persistent."

Aaron looked tired. Again, Itachi wondered what the fifteenth meant for the boy... and what Sasuke had to do with it.

[x_rette_mich_x]

"Sometimes nothing happens at all...otherwise you can't even go in there without the lights flickering on and off..." he stifled a yawn with the back of his hands, pushing off from the wall to step towards Itachi.

"The elevator can be okay...I just took that...but sometimes it's just as bad. I'm always afraid of the cable snapping." he confessed after a moment. The chances of that happening were unlikely...or not so unlikely given where they lived.

"How are you adjusting, so far?

[black_amaterasu]

"It is not difficult, Aaron-san," said Itachi.

True, it wasn't. He had lived almost half of his life as a criminal, and was no stranger to the animosity of others. That it was shown now in spiritual form changed nothing, it only made the ill intentions bore him harder to combat and, after a fashion, harder to ignore.

"Perhaps I will take the elevator up the rest of the way." But I dislike the odds of that route, he thought to himself, and more than that, he knew better than to box himself into an area that made escape near-to-impossible.

[x_rette_mich_x]

"Were you headed somewhere special?" he wanted to know, curiosity tinging his voice, but at the same time, attempting not to sound too prying. It wasn't his business what Itachi did, and he didn't plan to attempt to pester him.

He didn't have the energy too, at the moment.

"Just be careful either way." he cautioned after a moment, glancing at the door to the stairwell warily.

[black_amaterasu]

Itachi's eyes also wandered back toward the stairwell door. It remained shut, the way doors ought to, for the time being. "I was headed back to my apartment," he explained, but of course he didn't sound as though he were in any sort of hurry to return the way he'd just come.

His cloak, partially unfastened down the front, rustled quietly as he started down the hallway. One arm was resting in the open crook, the other swaying minimally at his side as he walked, hand hidden by the long black sleeve.

"Come, you shouldn't stay out here for too long. There is no telling if it will follow, and I'm not in any mood to wait around and find out."

[x_rette_mich_x]

"My apartment is just up the hall...if you want." he offered as he moved to follow, ever the obedient puppy to someone who seemed to be ready to move away from the ghosts and subsequent danger they seemed to herald.

"Otherwise it's just another stairway at the end of the hall...I think." he added, shrugging, ready to follow Itachi either way. He was dressed so...strangely, but that only made him wonder if he looked weird to the older boy with the way he was dressed.

"What floor did you live on again?"

[black_amaterasu]

"The sixth," Itachi answered, quietly recalling his time in the stairwell. It had been a less daunting task heading down the stairs away from the Yurei than it had been going up. He was not slow by any means, but the ghost hadn't had as much difficulty catching up with him a second time, and having had the lights knocked out on him had made things a little trickier on the stairs.

"I suppose I can join you for a moment," he continued. And, about to add something more, he opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted by the sound of the stairwell door opening and closing behind them.

Not for the first time that day he was beginning to wish he'd brought along that roll of red tape. "We should hurry."

[x_rette_mich_x]

"Oh, alright!" he gestured past Itachi towards one of the doors ahead. "That one's mine, right there!" he added, slipping past him and towards the door. It was unlocked, and Aaron shouldered it open with little trouble, peering around before gesturing for Itachi to follow him. Just a few degrees cooler in there, at least, alleviating some of the heat.

"W-We can tape the doors up!" he was quick to add, throwing a glance over his shoulder at the stairwell before bolting inwards.

"I guess no one else is here right now." That was fine with him, though.

[black_amaterasu]

Itachi didn't bother with a glance behind. The sound of the door opening was more than enough confirmation for him that something was amiss, if Aaron's expression didn't cement that theory.

Quickly the pair hurried to the other's apartment and tucked themselves inside. The door, shut and held securely in place by Itachi, remained shut while Aaron wandered to run and get his red tape.

"You live with others?" he asked, almost conversationally, almost as if they weren't being pursued. Leave it to the shinobi to be unafraid, but someone had to be. Aaron was skittish enough for the pair of them, Itachi supposed, and also cause for him to keep his wits about him (not as though it was likely for him to lose them, of course).

[x_rette_mich_x]

They were tucked safely inside now, at least, Aaron returning from his bedroom with a heavy roll of tape that he began to spread over the doorway. As Itachi spoke once more he glanced up, nodding slowly.

"Well...Ciel and his butler stay here, in the spare room, over there." he gestured with one hand to the left, a room with a closed door. But the house was quiet, and no one else was home for the time being.

"I-if they come back, they can knock. We'll know it's them...somehow." he added, the last word under his breath. The teen had already had experience with things not being what they first appeared to be...and telling the difference was difficult.

[black_amaterasu]

Having never met or spoken with Ciel or his butler, Sebastian, Itachi couldn't place a face to the names of the people Aaron was referring to. Nevertheless, he made a mental note to find out who they were later. It would be, after all, prudent to come to know the residents of the apartment building, as well as their natures, even if he only knew them from a spectator's point of view.

"They can knock, then," he agreed, nodding his head once and moving away from the door. It held little interest now as far as he was concerned.

Red eyes roamed the apartment. But for interior decoration, the layout was exactly the same as his own. He briefly wondered, before approaching the window, if all the apartments were set up this way...