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Oct 18, 2011 20:51

Characters: those uchihas
Location: Death City's streets
Rating: PG???
Time: Dec 23, late afternoon
Description: itachi seeks out sasuke(???????)

( i pieced together a patchwork happiness )

itachi uchiha, sasuke uchiha

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ofshroudingred October 19 2011, 08:15:22 UTC

Itachi is way too tired to be out and about right now. This isn't the first time, however, he let something as simple as fatigue stop him from reaching his goal. The idea that maybe he should take a nap had crossed his mind earlier in the morning, when him and Naruto had stumbled back into Death City, but they were underwhelming enough to ignore ( ... )

hatedriven October 19 2011, 21:05:12 UTC

He pauses when he hits the street, perhaps half for the sole reason that he isn't sure which way to go. After his promotion, he wasn't required to have a set sector to patrol, and while he could technically make his own hours, he wasn't always expected at this time. Then again, he wasn't sure who was out for the count, even with the role call Mustang had issued, and therefore which areas needed more coverage. With the madness rollout during the sales, he considered the shopping district, but then he'd caught wind of weaknesses along the borders of the city, and so that was a viable option too ( ... )

ofshroudingred October 22 2011, 20:19:44 UTC

He's been spotted. Itachi doesn't even need Sasuke to look up to know his little brother's awareness. Since arriving in Death City he's found that the younger Uchiha has always been able to sense when he was near. For someone rarely surprised by anything, this startled Itachi every time.

The idea of turning around and heading back the way he came passed over his mind briefly. But Sasuke- he hadn't seen him at all when they were in Europe, even when they were in the same base together. The only reason he had even know his brother was okay was due to Naruto. Willing himself to unfreeze, he took a few steps forward before stopping again. This time when he spoke, however, his greeting has changed slightly.

"Otouto."

hatedriven October 23 2011, 21:26:13 UTC

His attention only comes when those footsteps draw closer, and he takes a moment to categorize them. Everyone in this place had a different tread, and for the nin, it was tell tale. But he knows, he knows, seconds before the dark figure comes into his periphery and addresses him. Too dark eyes lift, softened by his outburst beforehand, though he doesn't realize how clear it shows in his face ( ... )

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