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Hallucinations start to fade (Active/Closed)

Apr 29, 2009 03:55

Who: Kisame & Itachi
Where: Uchiha; Elysium
When: Around three days or so after this post.
Summary: Kisame wakes up from his brainbreak; he and Itachi discuss his Akatsuki membership.
Rating: PG? PG-13?
Other: Um. Brainbreak? IDK. ITACHI IS A CREEPER.

( The poison's in my head, and I can't feel my legs; I'm not feeling anything, I can't feel anything..... )

uchiha itachi, hoshigaki kisame

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pogromanate April 29 2009, 09:47:20 UTC

With his own submission to a half-dazed condition, Itachi blandly on a chair beside the bed with one leg draw up to his chest. his waist had suffered a immense blow and thus there was a slight swelling of flesh that was covered by a white gauze. Between slender fingertips was nothing but a book that red hues gazed upon as every few moments he tilted his head to see the condition of his new guest -- and newest member of the Akatsuki. Once again his attention was drawn to the dull book in hand until the faint rustling of material and sheets caught his attention; a blue-skinned hand grasped around the handle of the man slaughtering weapon ( ... )

seeingeyeshark April 29 2009, 10:17:23 UTC

Kisame shifted with some effort, propping himself up onto his elbows and drawing Samehada closer, using it to help push himself up into a sitting position. He still felt weak and heavy, body reluctant to move and buzzing with lingering imagined pain.... Still, the longer he was awake and focusing on something else, the better he was feeling. Samehada purred comfortingly in his mind, and he ran his fingers affectionately over the hilt.

Itachi was there, one leg propped up as he read.... something; Kisame couldn't make it out from here. He could catch a glimpse of pristine bandages wrapped around Itachi's waist, slightly distorted by the swelling one one side; frankly, he was pretty impressed that Itachi could still sit up properly from a blow like that.... Then again, he was Itachi, a man whose reputation was clearly only rivaled by his actual abilities. Just looking at him now brought a dull prickling of fear in the back of his mind, sharply present but still overshadowed by the new sense of respect that had formed. Itachi could have ( ... )

pogromanate April 29 2009, 10:51:45 UTC

A sign of subtle relief graced his features when he heard Kisame speak. Oddly enough, there was brief concern - and for a stranger nonetheless. It was wash away, however, as easily as he came with a slight shake of his head, letting wayward strands of hair fall behind his shoulders, and fingers tucked threads of hair behind his ear. His eyes softly gazed along the sword that was grasped, then a low exhale emerged from parted lips. Something along the lines of irony, if one could speak as such ( ... )

seeingeyeshark April 29 2009, 11:19:47 UTC

Absently, Kisame wondered how much of a pain it must be to have so much hair, and keep it so long; Itachi had quite a long ponytail there, and it didn't look like it all wanted to stay neatly confined, either. Keeping a shorter, lower-maintainance style like he had was much more practical.... Left him more time to deal with the important stuff, like taking care of Samehada, and training. Taking care of his looks ranked about as important as reading philosophy--which was to say, not very highly at all.

"Good." Another rough-hewn grin, this one considerably more satisfied. "I'd hate to think a guy like you was fragile." He wouldn't worry about roughing him up too much during any future spars, then.... "Of course." Kisame shifted, pushing the blankets back to swing his feet onto the floor. Some support from Samehada was needed to stand properly, but he was surprisingly steady on his feet once he'd actually gotten there. A quiet noise of effort, and Kisame slung Samehada onto his back once more, following after his host and apparent new

pogromanate April 29 2009, 11:33:11 UTC

Idly, Itachi wandered into his own room. A swift maneuver was committed as he picked up his shirt with ease and placed it on just as much before continuing his way towards the kitchen without any acknowledgement of Kisame following him. Once he made his way into the kitchen, he took out two cups and filled them both with tea, placing them both on the counter and pushing one of said cups towards Kisame as he glanced down at his own. "You may believe what you wish." Itachi muttered rather sternly at the comment about himself ( ... )