His head hurts.

Itachi inspects his surroundings, as far as his eyes allow. Not a single object is familiar, head continuing to throb, horizon blurring.

Pressing his palms to his forehead, he sucks a deep breath in through clenched teeth.

Why can’t he remember anything.

His head hurts.

Itachi inspects his surroundings, as far as his eyes allow. Not a single object is familiar, head continuing to throb, horizon blurring.

Pressing his palms to his forehead, he sucks a deep breath in through clenched teeth.

Why can’t he remember anything.