Control was something that came naturally to the Jounin Commander, had for years now. It was the flip side that always threw him for a loop. After so many years of being in charge of so much within the village, the one who kept everything running smoothly, puttig that all aside was never an easy task. And yet, occasionally he knew he had to, had to clear his mind of everything and let his mind float for a little while to do the best he could.
How he’d ended up coming to Itachi of all people, he still wasn’t sure. But once he’d decided something, it was hard for anything to change his mind. And so here he was, perched in a chair, glancing about the room and verifying that things had been set to his standards. No tying him down, no gags, no use of the sharingan, and his safe word, “Yuki” was to be respected no matter what. Other than that, he’d offered the Uchiha free range. Dangerous? Maybe. What he needed? Definitely.
This was new to itachi as well. But he was a fast learner, and not about to waste the chance Shikaku had given him.
Lucky for the elder man, Itachi wasn’t a naturally cruel person, so most of this was going to be experimenting on his own.
When he arrives, dressed in nothing but his casual clothing, the first thing he does is study. No Sharingan, he knows the rules.
Too bad, because he’d really like to commit Shikaku’s face to memory. Itachi takes his time to reach out, left hand drawing down Shikaku’s face. They’re such nice features. The scars definitely help, and he likes the feel of the stubble against his palm.
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