[Thread] Don't cry no more, boy.
Who: Shikamaru and Itachi.
Where: Elysium, a guest room in Itachi's mansion.
When: After Shikamaru's death and auction.
Summary: Itachi-sensei bought his student. That was awful nice of him.
Rating: PG-13?
Other: No one ever expects to fall into a television.
He could tell something was terribly wrong before he even opened his eyes. It wasn't anything he could exactly put his finger on, he just felt as though he'd gone on a long journey and couldn't remember a second of it. At the same time, his joints felt stiff like he hadn't moved in days. When at last he did open his eyes, he found himself in an unfamiliar bedroom. Wait, no, it was familiar, but he couldn't imagine why he would be here. Itachi's house. Why was he sleeping at Itachi's house?
He rolled over and sat up slowly, running his hand over his face and up through his hair. Which was greasy and knotted. He was desperately in need of a shower. Glancing down, he found his clothes pretty much ruined too. He'd gotten into a fight somewhere? Groaning, he bowed his head and cradled his forehead in his palm. Just trying to put together some kind of memory about the past few hours (days?) was making his head ache. He definitely didn't remember it being one of his training days with Itachi, but then again he couldn't place what time of day it was supposed to be either, or whether he'd just come from work or school or home.
And he kind of felt like puking, but at the same time he was sure there was nothing in his stomach because he was starving. Even without any specific symptoms, he just felt generally sick.
Where: Elysium, a guest room in Itachi's mansion.
When: After Shikamaru's death and auction.
Summary: Itachi-sensei bought his student. That was awful nice of him.
Rating: PG-13?
Other: No one ever expects to fall into a television.
He could tell something was terribly wrong before he even opened his eyes. It wasn't anything he could exactly put his finger on, he just felt as though he'd gone on a long journey and couldn't remember a second of it. At the same time, his joints felt stiff like he hadn't moved in days. When at last he did open his eyes, he found himself in an unfamiliar bedroom. Wait, no, it was familiar, but he couldn't imagine why he would be here. Itachi's house. Why was he sleeping at Itachi's house?
He rolled over and sat up slowly, running his hand over his face and up through his hair. Which was greasy and knotted. He was desperately in need of a shower. Glancing down, he found his clothes pretty much ruined too. He'd gotten into a fight somewhere? Groaning, he bowed his head and cradled his forehead in his palm. Just trying to put together some kind of memory about the past few hours (days?) was making his head ache. He definitely didn't remember it being one of his training days with Itachi, but then again he couldn't place what time of day it was supposed to be either, or whether he'd just come from work or school or home.
And he kind of felt like puking, but at the same time he was sure there was nothing in his stomach because he was starving. Even without any specific symptoms, he just felt generally sick.