“An oddity, yes. You carry the advantage of being immune to genjutsu and invisible to sensors. Chakra is tied to everything. Even in studies of resuscitated shinobi, chakra still flows in them.”
So just… Different. And not a bad different.
“I would be likewise confusing if I were to exist in your natural setting.” To be fair.
rexcrystallis said:December 20th 2016, 4:19:00 pm · 2 hours ago"Chakra system,“ the King repeats. "What’s that?”
“A little bit of both.” He’s stalled– tried to find a way to answer this without confusing him further.
“Chakra is our life energy. It is what we use when we create techniques. Everyone has a different amount, and people can train to build more up. However…you are not from here. You have something else.”
“Welcome.” His weight settles back into the futon, a slow breath leaving him as he slowly settles back into sleep. A hum leaves him after her kiss, the only way he can show his appreciation as words have left him.
He’d rather hold her than be subjected to five layers of blankets, honestly. He shifts to his side, wrapping an arm around his wife.
“Better?” he murmurs in question, sleep evident in his voice.
That certainly proved one thing.
Noctis-san didn’t have a chakra system. He didn’t see any color, no system of energy running through his veins. To someone else with the Byakugan, he’d appear dead. Invisible to even a sensor, tracked only through smell, skin cells, tracks.
“You really don’t have a chakra system.” Itachi doesn’t keep his discovery to himself. Formidable.
If he were asked a few of the things he doesn’t like, or wishes to change, this display would be one of them. It was not her fault alone– many girls offered him shyness or referred to him with excessive formality.
He doesn’t want to give her false answers just to boost her confidence. It will be a temporary boost, and the fallout from discovering so will be much greater.
“Itachi.” he corrects. But he doesn’t scold, because it is no point of anger. He wants to be referred to familiarly, shed of his surname and the formality that creates a bridge between them.
“You are a sight I’m sure plenty others would relish infront of them.” He begins, using too many words to tell her she’s pretty. And she is– fair skin, long, maintained hair, a round face that suits her eyes perfectly. He emphasizes by bringing his hand to her cheek. Rough fingerpads tracing the soft skin, almost tucking a long bang behind her ear.
“You lack the aggression and power-lust that puts me off from many others.” And if he could keep that from dipping into extreme submission, they’d be perfect for each other.
“You also cook for me.” He wants to end this on a positive note– something they may both chuckle at, because his inexperience with the culinary arts is something he shares with many other male shinobi.
Blatant insecurity in Orochimaru was something that came slowly. It had always been there, but masked with anger, or a facade of being calm that Itachi could always see through.
So it means something to him that it’s being shown to him honestly. That he’s trusted enough with the feelings, and depended on to assure him.
“You don’t.” Itachi reaches up to stroke a pale cheek, run his thumb across the gaunt cheekbone.
He’s with him for several reasons, and though protecting the village by diverting Orochimaru’s attention is one of them… Itachi also cares. There was kindness in every human, Itachi believes. Even in someone who wasn’t as human anymore.
As long as he can draw out this side of him, he’ll stay.
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