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13 & 19 !!

Questions for the Mun! 

13.Three of your favorite threads.

[[Fffhhh– They’re not in order, but… Second Encounter ;_;, Blue and Gold, and What we get back even though it’s on another blog lol– ]]

19.What’s your opinion on blog themes? How do you feel about your own?

[[ LEGIBILITY MATTERS ABOVE ALL ELSE. 

That’s basically it. And I cannot stress this enough and I will make 65749687435 posts about it because roleplay is about reading so why would you make your blog impossible to read?! I just don’t get it. Have your 5000×5000 render, just make sure I can read your shit ok!? I’ve made it a personal rule for me not to read people’s rules if I can’t even tell where the rules page is. I don’t want to have to guess which odd sparkle is your rules link– if you make me do things like hovering, or zooming in, you’ve failed at a theme. ]]

sharkiri:

{ ⚓ } Golden light would ENGULF Kisame; protecting him from the emergence of several large enemies.  There was a moment of uncertainty that cascaded over him; he’d never seen this jutsu before, and he certainly hadn’t ever FELT chakra envelope him.  That moment quickly dissipated as a cry SHATTERED the golden aura.  Blood spewed forth from Itachi’s mouth, and then another cry, a shout that caused Kisame to flicker to the Uchiha’s side and catch him as his body gave out.  In a series of single handed seals, he summoned sharks made of water to distract the enemies and allow for him ( and his cargo ) to evade without harm.  Although he could NOT say the same for Itachi.

{ ⚓ } Hours later, Kisame sat at the mouth of a grotto; his back against the cool stone, just far enough in to be tucked away – out of touch from the rain and out of sight from PRYING passersby.  He’d just settled after situating Itachi ( only feet away from him ) on to the makeshift bedroll comprised of their cloaks, one side of Kisame’s large cloak covering Itachi’s small frame.  A WET rag, Kisame’s shirt, now being used as a cooling cloth, rested against the Uchiha’s forehead to stifle the fever that had decided to ravage the boy’s body.
            

❝ How are you feeling?, ❞ he asks flatly, his tone hiding emotion ( if any were there ). 

The pain is unbearable. 

Itachi drifts in and out of consciousness, feeling the pain all at once and quickly drifting back out, wondering if this is death; if this is the hell he’s earned for his actions. It feels as if every last molecule is on fire, and time will be his only reprieve, as the chakra quickly peters out, and he’s left pale, and cold, and fighting for breath. 

A voice is dimly registered, one that after ten minutes, Itachi manages to pin down to Kisame. His partner.

And then he’s up– far too early, capitalizing on the adrenaline rush provided by his panic, and paying for it dearly immediately after. His frame doubles over, and Itachi cups his hands over his mouth to catch the globs of phlegm, blood, and some of the dirt still stuck in his throat. 

This is the weakest  he’s ever been, and if he doesn’t get it together, and immediately–

He was too good a shinobi to have not seen the trap coming, he told himself.

But all of that learning through books and select missions inside the village walls didn’t account for real world experience, he surmises. 

…Actually, it’s a little hard to think at all. His throat is filled with dust and rubble, and he tastes blood. His eyes flare red, but in the near pitch dark of a collapsed tunnel structure, there’s nothing to reflect. 

Part of Akatsuki’s current plan was amassing funds. This meant doing the secret, dangerous missions no other Kage or Leader felt secure enough to entrust to their shinobi. Capturing criminals, taking out enemy Daimyo, pilfering weapon’s staches to add to another village’s repertoire… all of it disgusted Itachi. It was just a means to get an advantage over someone else. But not a single word of protest came from him during their assignments, and he and Kisame had completed every mission flawlessly thus far.

Track down six scrolls which each contained a part of a recipe for a fatal and fast spreading poison. It’s creator had gone through great lengths to hide each of the pieces. This was the final scroll, hidden deep underground, in a series of web-like tunnels hidden under a beach. This meant there was lots of heavy sand ontop of them, threatening to fall under the wrong circumstances.

And fall it did. 

He’d only just deposited the final scroll into Kisame’s hands when the trap was sprung. Four giant, summoned crabs burst through cracks in the walls, where their summoning contracts had been wedged in prior to their arrival. Itachi didn’t have time to guess whether they belonged to the client, or the keeper of the Poison. Their massive size crumbled the walls and supporting structure, and their claws aimed directly for the pair. 

Itachi had reacted in pure reflex. His head throbbed, the pain something he’d never felt before in his life, but behind him, Kisame was safe, tucked securely in the rib cage of Itachi’s newly summoned defender. 

–

The pain worsens. His stomach flips, and Itachi brings his hand to his mouth to catch the mix of bile and blood as Susano’o finally reaches the surface, head and right hand bursting free, letting out a pained cry. The chakra is beginning to flicker away, and Itachi is left to curl in on himself on the disturbed sand.

His body is sliding down… gravity wanting to take him back into the hole, Itachi losing his grip, and consciousness.  

sharkiri:

      The duo had spent MANY years together, and in that time, Kisame had learned to read Itachi fairly well ( at least he thoughts so ).  Something about his friend’s expression implied DISCONTENT.

            “ Thoughts of Sasuke troubling you? “ he asked, generally curious but also concerned with Itachi’s mental well-being, “ I could check up on him if you’d like. “

      Not that he felt Sasuke NEEDED to be checked upon, he simply couldn’t help but offer the service to try and ease Itachi’s ( aches ) mind.

“I believe he would notice.” Itachi answers in kind, after a few moments of thought. A well endeared offer, but his brother is no amateur, and if Kisame was roaming the earth, surely Itachi was as well. They needed to remain hidden. For their sakes, and the rest of the world’s. 

That was how Itachi felt, at least. He was still slowly coming to terms with Kisame willingly following him. No organization to keep them together, no anger (if rightful) at his deceit during Akatsuki… It was highly undeserved. And yet, Kisame is here.

“I trust in him.” In his strength, in his conviction. Sasuke didn’t need a guardian anymore. 

sharkiri:

@uchihasavior liked for a starter!

            “ Is the world as you expected it to be? “

      PERHAPS Kisame had been spending too much time reflecting on the past and just HOW he’d gotten to where he was.

“Yes.” Even though peace was not attained through his desired method…  peace was peace. A shame he more or less had to be invisible to the world. He still wonders how Sasuke is doing– cannot help it.