Drabble #32 + One-liners [Itanko]
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kageisuke23. Battle Scars || They each had wounds to cover, secrets to hide, and as his hand trailed up her side, feeling its way over puckered skin from a healed wound from not too long ago, he looked into her eyes and knew that some were more obvious than others.
29. Behind Another's Eyes || It was because they did not have the normal resources that Itachi found himself sleeping. It was dangerous to sleep, and he was still not used to it. His mind never shut down fully –like a dolphin’s, so that it could remember to surface for air- or that’s how it was before. Now, when he closed his eyes, it was almost instantaneous that only his survival instincts hummed in the background. He had to rely on those lightly hibernating impulses to prevent himself waking up to death looking him in the face through seemingly loving, brown, eyes... He could not understand what went on inside her head, and he could only imagine her adoration would kill him one day.
35. Goodbye || The night before he disappeared –not that he knew that it was going to happen or even how it did occur- he went to see her. It wasn’t seeing her, but the actual process of going out of his way to do such a thing that should have tipped them both off that something was going to happen. What he did that night, just like all the other nights, he did not regret. It was only when he recalled her face after his return that he realized what a surreptitious goodbye it had been.
46. Shouldn’t Be Like This || Itachi didn’t let himself get attached to things. Being warm, being comfortable, even being cold and wet, he never let himself grow accustomed to any of it because there was no telling where he would end up next. Leader –or perhaps Madara- always had different plans that changed from week to week and he was their puppet. That’s what they thought anyway... and he saw no need for them to think otherwise.
It was the way of shinobi to stay mysterious, to be prepared for anything, but somewhere down the line, in those weeks of calm during which he felt his skills suffering through atrophy, he had started to expect things. It wasn’t like he hadn’t stayed in one place for an extended period of time before; he took advantage of those occurrences whenever possible, but he had never felt anything after he had left. No desire to return because there was nothing there for him.
...but now there were stirrings. There was always an anomaly when things he had little to no control over took place, even if it was within himself. He thought that it shouldn’t be happening. Knew he shouldn’t allow it, but there were always consequences. He could only hope to lessen the blow because when he returned from patrol he expected a warm body in his bed... and he looked forward to it.
29. Behind Another's Eyes || It was because they did not have the normal resources that Itachi found himself sleeping. It was dangerous to sleep, and he was still not used to it. His mind never shut down fully –like a dolphin’s, so that it could remember to surface for air- or that’s how it was before. Now, when he closed his eyes, it was almost instantaneous that only his survival instincts hummed in the background. He had to rely on those lightly hibernating impulses to prevent himself waking up to death looking him in the face through seemingly loving, brown, eyes... He could not understand what went on inside her head, and he could only imagine her adoration would kill him one day.
35. Goodbye || The night before he disappeared –not that he knew that it was going to happen or even how it did occur- he went to see her. It wasn’t seeing her, but the actual process of going out of his way to do such a thing that should have tipped them both off that something was going to happen. What he did that night, just like all the other nights, he did not regret. It was only when he recalled her face after his return that he realized what a surreptitious goodbye it had been.
46. Shouldn’t Be Like This || Itachi didn’t let himself get attached to things. Being warm, being comfortable, even being cold and wet, he never let himself grow accustomed to any of it because there was no telling where he would end up next. Leader –or perhaps Madara- always had different plans that changed from week to week and he was their puppet. That’s what they thought anyway... and he saw no need for them to think otherwise.
It was the way of shinobi to stay mysterious, to be prepared for anything, but somewhere down the line, in those weeks of calm during which he felt his skills suffering through atrophy, he had started to expect things. It wasn’t like he hadn’t stayed in one place for an extended period of time before; he took advantage of those occurrences whenever possible, but he had never felt anything after he had left. No desire to return because there was nothing there for him.
...but now there were stirrings. There was always an anomaly when things he had little to no control over took place, even if it was within himself. He thought that it shouldn’t be happening. Knew he shouldn’t allow it, but there were always consequences. He could only hope to lessen the blow because when he returned from patrol he expected a warm body in his bed... and he looked forward to it.
