The hallway is splattered with fresh blood, and Itachi can make out entrails and a kidney. The man’s headband bore the insignia of a shinobi from the land of Grass.
Spies and attempted assassinations were less common than they used to be. A test of a village’s abilities to repel unwanted intruders and to keep their highest ranked officers alive.
Still, Itachi frowns. He wishes this matter could have been handled without resorting to ending a life.
“Please simply incapacitate people in the future. My shinobi will take care of them.” Her help in keeping him safe was greatly appreciated, but could stand to be toned down quite a bit.
玫: Today, the cosmic entity is making use of the womanly figure, the one she was born with and casually refers as her default, for the purpose of looking the part as a human while she traverses Konohagakure’s streets. Perhaps the pale appearance is a little too enigmatic for the people around her, but stares matter not.
She has business with the newly appointed Hokage, and even though the village’s elders are never keen to summon the despot, she felt it necessary to make herself known without direct order. Not like she complies with them all the time anyway…
The previous instances she arrived in the village have not been received all too welcomely with the silent and abrupt appearances in the office. The woman needs to remember that she’s in public, around society, and needs to consider appropriate conduct when in vicinity. All of this is still an experience to take in when it comes to interacting with people.
It’s why she applies alabaster knuckles to the wooden door, 3 quiet raps, to let the other know she is there, and awaits permission for entry.
The ANBU stationed at Itachi’s door watch the woman keenly. Masks do nothing to hide the turning of a head, but they remain silent nonetheless, hands behind their back, ready to defend the occupant of the office at a moment’s notice.
This meeting was scheduled, but care needed to be taken.
“Come in.” Itachi knows well who it is, and makes a mental note she’s on time, which is a step in the right direction. All of his work has been done for the day, which leaves him completely open for this meeting short of an emergency.
He stands at his desk, not wanting to meet her while sitting– he will put in some effort as well.
And duck he does, turning his head to see one of Sasuke’s plush shuriken flying right past his head, hitting the wall with a solid smack. It bounces once, before laying still.
“Absolutely.” He can see why Wy would be worried, but this is a task he wants to take on today.
The child, a healthy son of seven months, babbles in his sling on Itachi’s back, content with being able to see everything behind him. Itachi holds onto a bag in his right, packed full with every little thing Wy could think he could need during the day.
“We’ll be back tonight, mm?” And he’s leaning down, gently, asking for a parting kiss before heading to the Hokage’s tower.
His skin, his clothes…even a good part of his hair.
The only positive out of this sight is that he currently isn’t dripping…but Itachi can’t say the same of the classroom Iruka had to be in when it happened.
Such was the risk of teaching jutsu to a classroom full of adolescents.
Itachi crosses his arms, leaning his left side against the doorway. His brows draw up. He won’t laugh, at least.
“I think green is more your color.” That’s the only thing he’ll say.
[[ mood: sasuke putting in itachi’s eyedrops before bothering to learn what the side effects are. ]]
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