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RP — Amnesia 3

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Orochimaru keeps looking at him, and it doesn’t matter that Itachi turned away. He looks at the hair, at his profile, at how muscled and healthy Itachi has become. And under the clothes, lies the permanent mark. 

“The mark I gave you is commonly called a ‘Cursed Seal’, but its official denotation is the Heaven Seal. I have been wanting to give you this for a long time.”

Cursed would be the correct word, yes. 

But Itachi still does not give Orochimaru an answer. He has to maintain a careful balance, now. Too many negative feelings on the surface, and the seal happily eats at his chakra, and Itachi likes being in control.

Yet still, Itachi cannot force himself to pretend their dynamic is the same. It would be disingenuous anyways… with how angry he’s been thus far. Orochimaru did not ask permission. Orochimaru did not explain what would happen to his body. The violation of Itachi’s trust he so willingly gave– and thought he had in return… 

Itachi shoos the hand away infront of him, and deigns to leave the room again. 

RP — Amnesia 3

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Orochimaru’s demeanour changes. It loses his odd streak, his taunting, that stemmed from his nerves. And with his exhale, comes the display a new attitude that is closer to how he really feels. 

He does not side-step, but simply stretches out one arm. He blocks Itachi’s path to the door. He looks at him, at his muscled figure, at his beautiful face.

So he’s not allowed, is he? 

Fine. He will simply wait then, unanswering, without facing him at all. Whatever interest Orochimaru has in him, Itachi is intent on completely killing it. 

(You +liked for an ask) (idk, I guess our No Limits verse?) “Ku ku ku… I dislike that you’re mad at me, but I must say, you look so hot right now you’re giving me chills.” The cause was the mean stare, and Orochimaru couldn’t take his eyes off Itachi. He approached, his fingers itching to touch. He leaned forward as if in a bow, offering his beautiful face. All he wanted was his Favorite to touch him. “I suppose I will be leaving here with either a black eye or a hickey. Your choice, my dear.”

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‘Mad’ was an understatement.

Itachi’s stomach turned when he saw Orochimaru now. 

He’d been so stupid. So brazenly trusting. To think he had a measure of control the whole time… all that vulnerability…it had to have been staged. 

And now Itachi was paying the price. 

There had been no warning. No request for permission. No discussion on what this mark was going to do to his body, on how it was going to taint his chakra signature; attach itself in ways Itachi could not hope to get rid of.

Now, not even his time in his quarters was to himself. Orochimaru could hear him through the mark, ever-present even when his body was not. 

It also meant he couldn’t get away with lax punishment anymore.

But he’s stubborn. He doesn’t want to fall into traps anymore, not with his trust already so well-shattered. 

Itachi will take his chances, knowing he already has to keep himself steady, so the mark doesn’t feed off of his anger, and disgust. He pulls away, and leans himself off of the table, choosing to side-step and hopefully exit the room in one piece.