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A glance around again, finding that this wasn’t an ideal place for this conversation. Though feeling a little uncomfortable with asking. It takes Hinata a moment to glance up at him, “c-could we please.. find a quiet place to speak?” Adjusting the strap of her bag before lashes lift to assess his reaction.

Hesitance to speak where she could be overheard. Or she could be naturally shy, but what would make her act like that when her sister was supposedly more outgoing? 

Or it could just be nerves from talking to an officer, even if she hadn’t done anything wrong.

Itachi must keep his avenues open, but finding somewhere comfortable for her to speak is priority, and so he gives her an easy smile with a nod, motioning with his head towards the side of the house, drawing a brow up in question.  That should be fine? Or she can move somewhere, and he can follow. 

Feeling attention on her person, Hinata looks over to find the man she was waiting for. A striking resemblance to his brother whom she attended school with. Collecting her bag she stands, moving towards him. This would be the last person anyone expected her to seek out which is exactly why she felt comfortable talking to him. Head dipping, “I hope this wasn’t inconvenient for you.”

“We’re just doing our job.” It’s fine, really. He’s on patrol. He can get called for anything, or anyone.

“I was just curious to know if you had any insight as to your sister’s recent behavior.” He leaves out anything which could implicate her or her Father; he wants to know Hinata’s honest opinion. 

The girl doesn’t really have anything on her record indicating it’s actually her fault. And his experience with Sasuke means something could’ve built up under a parent’s nose.

Or because of them. 

It was strange that being surrounded by those signed-up to serve and protect seemed so.. daunting. Pale eyes shift from one moving body to another, all attending a variety of matters that she perceived to be important. This whole situation was incredibly embarrassing; Hanabi’s acting out, father becoming unbearably restrictive, harsh, something was bound to snap.

Several problems arose when dealing with prominent families whose children began acting out.

By default– the blame was usually placed on the child. A parent is there to enforce rules, and to help a child become a proper adult. A child’s job is generally to listen, to absorb those lessons, and to stay out of trouble.

It’s easy to see where blame supposedly lies in the parents when low income families are involved. The area they live in, the size of their home, the state of it, and the rate of crime in the area are all things that statistically tell Itachi that parents are usually neglectful, that children have no proper structure. That state of income is hard to escape.

But with families like this– usually the fault is placed entirely on the child. She’s a minor, which entails her being brought right back home, and most of the questions entail asking if Hanabi has met less than unsavory people, rather than anything trying to blame the Father himself.

Itachi spares a glance towards the other– she has to be an elder sister. She’s quiet, and immediately he gets the feeling she might know a little more. Observers usually hold more than they give out. Even if it was the child’s fault, he might get something that would help the girl, as opposed to enforcing further restrictions. 

It’s better to do it now. While the other squad car has Hiashi’s attention. He beckons over quietly, but won’t close the distance himself.  

ooc: What is an ideal modern-Itachi ? or a light example of where you see him in a modern setting?

[[ Oooh, well, I have several modern settings, but they usually have one thing in common: Itachi’s in some sort of law enforcement, as is most of his family.

There are some things you can and cannot parallel when drawing off of canon to import in a modern setting, and I’m just one of those people who tries to not stray too far from the source material even when shifting into something like this, because I want the character to still feel familiar, not only to myself but to audiences.

Since the Uchiha are in law enforcement within canon, I feel it makes sense for the family history to also contain a lot of cops in a modern setting. Not every single Uchiha, obviously, since this is not something they’re bound to by the city’s/country’s laws, but a family legacy type deal. I usually also like to keep Fugaku as the Chief of Police.

If Itachi does not grow up to be an officer himself, then he enters an area of law enforcement which he feels is  more fitting and less violent, like a human rights lawyer. He won’t have the necessary war-trauma to make him obsess over peace like he did in canon (which will also curb his obsession with his little brother), but plenty of people seek peaceful ways to do things without having to suffer in their younger years.

TL;DR: I see him as a cop or a human rights lawyer/advocate. ]]

An awkward attempt to gain self-preservation; Pale eyes sweep across the room, purposefully away from his stature. While the eldest always appeared respectfully detached, his presence dominated any room she stood. This making it more apparent that she failed to assess what room this was– or much of anything else. “W-would you please spare me a moment to.. to c-collect, mm-myself?” And while she needed the aid, he was a man and in thus– absolutely improper.

“Ah- yes.” That feels like a much better solution than helping with his hands, actually.  It’s clear he doesn’t know what to do, and the woman asking for time relieves him of the duty. He removes his hands at once, keeping them within her sight, should she look forward. 

Father didn’t say anything about a Hyuuga clanswoman being here– neither did any of the more talkative clan members… it leaves him right stumped as he exits, debating whether he should stay for her call or simply see himself elsewhere.

But it’s that internal battle which ultimately simply leaves him just outside the door.

A strange noise bubbles up past the Hyuuga’s lips. “Uchi-sa-sama??” pressing the thick cloth against her person. The movement causing the right side of her obi to finally give, slipping down to the floor, filling the room with a slight thud– As if to mock her current dilemma.

The honorific bothers him. No one should refer to him like that– but it is not something he will mention. At least, not yet. There are more pressing matters, such as righting her clothing and unearthing the reason why she is present in their home.

It’s now he enters, giving no tells to her disrobed state. He’s simply here to pull it up. He waits, still, for his explanation.

Appearing flushed and a tad mortified– Arms clutching at layers of expensive fabric, so tangled that she’s uncertain which to address; Worry lay in what may be exposed should she attempt to. There is also the fact that Hinata currently stood in one of the many rooms of the Uchiha-head residence.

She is an oddity, for sure.

From the obvious– her dojutsu and long, shining black hair, to the less obvious, but telling, such as the expensive kimono, something only an incredibly wealthy clan could afford. The Uchiha were not that lucky with their treasury– not so much buddy buddy with the village higher-ups.

He catches himself staring, for a moment. She looks quite vulnerable, and he tries to piece together what situation would land her here, of all places.

“Waiting for someone.” He asks, opening the door a bit. 

“Uchiha.” comes immediate, there’s no thought behind it– not that it’s required. Though it comes directly after and is seen in her face. “We.. have not handled things properly per custom. I expect father will remind me of this well into our child’s years.” Something light reaches her eyes, with hope to end up blooming in his. “A rolling stone gathers no moss, is what he says to me often, is who I am to him. there is no shame, I am proud, Itachi.”

Alright, alright. Uchiha it is. From what he has heard, his clan’s customs and ideas– while still not something he entirely agrees with, are much more lenient than that of the Hyuuga. And he wants their child to be safe above all. 

He’s lucky, really, no matter what her Father says on the matter about her. Itachi does not feel like he’s chosen seconds, a reject, or a runt of a litter. He’s picked the most beautiful flower of all, and they, ironically enough, were too blind to see it.

“Uchiha, then.” he confirms, expression going soft, voice quiet.

“There’s no need to apologize” fingers splay over fabric. “I find it charming and.. r-refreshing?” The pink dusting her cheeks darkens. “I.. you know I’ve never handled myself well, socially speaking.” Having embarrassed herself a number of times while in his company. But there are more pressing matters to discuss. “Do you– have any questions?” Hinata’s brown knots at how awkward that sounded, as if to purposely prove her point.

“I, ah.” Where does he start. It’s always like this, there are questions until you are asked you have them. Then there are none, and he has to search for them again. But he’s thinking, drumming his fingers along her side idly, before realizing he should probably move his hands somewhere else. Her shoulders?Face. Or maybe– keep them to himself. The end up at her face, and so do his eyes, thumbing over her soft cheeks.

Unfortunately the question his mind finally brings up is not one that is likely to keep the mood.

“Which surname.”

A moment.

“Should they have.” He manages to finish his sentence. Because he knows, depending on the nature of their child’s eyes, their clans will fight, and Itachi wants to nip this in the bud beforehand. The child’s purpose, or fate, shouldn’t be decided by something as innocuous as a dojutsu. 

On the other hand, perhaps it is better to let the child have a choice later on down the road.