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[LOG] Know Where You'd Rather Be

Sep 13, 2009 18:46

Who: Uchiha Itachi, Hoshigaki Kisame, Turk Knife (Valeria)
Where/When: Kisame's home in Kirigakure, September 13th, 2009 - midday
Style: Third-Person, action, present-tense
Status: Closed
Rating: T
Warnings: really-angsty-and-not-thinking-clearly!Itachi, blood, self-harm ( Read more... )

~turk knife, *complete, ~uchiha itachi, *closed, !log, ~hoshigaki kisame

Comments 17

incisive September 15 2009, 02:08:06 UTC

[ Valeria treks along, her gaze set upon the dirt path that leads to the Hoshigaki home. Though her pace is slow, as though she carries some great weight upon her shoulders, there is purpose in her stride. Purpose, not to be mistaken for confidence; she has everything to lose today. Whether she does or not depends on one man's say, if they even make it to the point that he says anything because... oh gods, she doesn't know! She isn't sure of anything and it's been ten days; she hasn't heard a word from him and... it isn't like he owes her anything. She doesn't owe him anything either, but ( ... )

incisive September 15 2009, 02:10:37 UTC

Until this place. Until him. Not only did he make her feel in ways she never dared allow, he made her think in the aftermath. Made her question. Made her wonder, try to define, and realize and--and it seems all roads lead back to him, to the house ahead that draws her eyes from the quaint dirt path to bask in familiarity and--and that isn't Hoshigaki Kisame sitting on the front porch. She's fifteen feet from the porch and closing when her eyes catch and settle upon the figure there and she stops, hand-sewn bag protesting as it collides with the small of her back. She hadn't expected to see -- ]

Itachi?

seeing_only_red September 15 2009, 02:25:57 UTC

[There's a noise, and Itachi thinks it's coming from his right, but he's not sure, is constantly doubting everything he hears, feels, smells, now when his eyes are gone and he wonders if he can trust anything. His sight could never be trusted, but together, combined with the others, he had been able to trust himself.

Now he knows what a simplistic assumption he had made.

There's noise again, steps, coming closer, and he wonders if maybe Kisame if coming from outside the house--

Itachi?

--but it's not Kisame.

Itachi doesn't stop long enough to think. His hand is in the pouch sitting by his side--for even a crippled shinobi is still one trained to kill--and immediately shifts as he pulls a kunai from it, throwing it in the direction the call had come from, knowing his aim is good, but his throw is off. His body is weak, he still can barely stand on his own.

Who is this?

He hopes it at least can provide a good distraction.

Where is Kisame?]

incisive September 15 2009, 02:53:48 UTC

[ The dark-haired shinobi is as fast as she remembers, perhaps faster, but the Turk has sharp eyes and still sharper instinct. She shifts her weight soundly, kicks off to Itachi's opposite side and back sharply, black eyes narrowing.

Was he responding or reacting? His throw was off, but his next one might not be, and she doesn't dare consider attempting to disarm him. Hadn't Kisame said the field would be uneven were she ever to engage a shinobi in combat? And Itachi... Itachi is one of the last shinobi she would ever want to face in combat. He's Kisame's best friend; he's -- ]

Itachi, stop! I don't want to fight you!

[ He's precious to Kisame. He's someone she had respected, whom she repects; he is a loyal friend to his friends, and protective of them and -- and she remembers what he did, for Kisame's sake. He's a good friend and, she suspects, a good man; that's what her gut tells her anyway and she doesn't want to reconnect with him like this, exchanging blows and piercing flesh and -- dammit, she can't fight him! Kisame would ( ... )

seeing_only_red September 15 2009, 03:03:53 UTC

[Eyes wide, straining, hurting from the effort to force some kind of sight from them--the Sharingan doesn't even flutter inside of him, his chakra too low to even attempt to activate it--but there's still only darkness, and Itachi's hands slide along beside him for his pouch quickly as he hears the sound of something moving, dodging.

He missed.

The voice that calls out is confused...feminine.

Itachi recognizes it.]

...Valeria.

[Why is she here? Did Kisame send for her? Why would he? Kisame would know better than to ever bring someone here, now, when Itachi--

Kisame would never do that.

So she must have come on her own.

Itachi closes his eyes, stopping the pressure he feels from instinctively trying to force what he knows is long gone.]

Why are you here?