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[putdowntheramen]

Who: Uzumaki Kushina and Uchiha Itachi
When: Right after this
Where: Forest but will move from there.
What: Itachi just arrived again after a life changing event and Kushina goes to retrieve him feeling the mommy instincts kick again.
Warnings: Uhh...none I think, will add if needed.

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[proudigium]

He was half curled into him self, by the time she had found him. He had his mask pulled over his face again. It kept the outside world out, and the inside flurry of overwhelming regret from spilling out again. He was sitting against a tree. He sword was strapped to his back as usual, the black gloves extending all the way up his arms, stopping just below the swirling tattoo on his left arm, the mark of an ANBU. His knees were pulled up against his chest, as he stared back at Kushina with crimson eyes from behind the neko mask he work.

"Kushina-san..."

He stood, small, slender, in every way still a child, but forced into the responsibilities of an adult, a tool of his village. The task he has just completed was proof enough of that.

[putdowntheramen]

The sight was enough to make her heart clench a bit, it was so utterly sad to look him like that. It was such a stark contrast between the even younger child she had taken care of and the man she had met in the island before he disappeared, part of her felt very angry but it was something she will have to control since it wouldn’t help her at the moment. Right in those moments he looked like the child, the young boy he was supposed to be and if he hadn’t been part of the world they both had been fated to be born in but their histories were different…very much so

[proudigium]

Even as she kneels before his he keeps still as he is. He was certain now that this really was Kushina. She was exactly as he remembered her. It was strange, seeing her here, in front of him. His mind kept wandering back to kinjutsu. Some sort of resurrection technique. Though, from what he could see, it wasn't. It wasn't anything of the sort.

"It's been a long time."

Slowly he lifted his hand up to the corner of his mask, pulling it up, over his head, bring it to rest in his lap. His face was smeared with blood, along with the more then obvious tear tracks down his cheeks, a little recent then they had been since he had talked to her.

[putdowntheramen]

"Yes, too much I think."

Well considering that she was dead from his point of time, it had been eight years if she remembered the information correctly. Also it looked like if he was finally believing that she was real and not the product of a forbidden technique. That was good since it will mean she won’t have to do anything else to prove her claims to him and they could move faster.

A small sad frown appeared on her face when Itachi finally took off his mask. The blood and the trail of the tears was enough to confirm to her that he came from the point she thought he did. Silently she looked through her clothes and pulled out a handkerchief (that she now tended to have with her due to Naruto) and rather carefully started to clean his face, for all her brashness and wild attitude she could still be tender when the occasion required for it.