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one_long_mission2013-02-19 10:06 pm
lostmylight) wrote in one_long_mission2013-02-19 10:06 pm
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He's a wanderer.
Ever since the traumatic day when everything was taken from him, he's been a wanderer. Nothing more, nothing less. A shinobi? Only in the barest terms. A crimson band of cloth covers the ruin of his sockets, hiding the shame from the world; his memories of receiving basic medical care from a civilian village are fogged by the fever that ravaged him during those days.
Ever since then, he's wandered. Slowly learning to survive, slowly adapting, he now moves with some trace of his old grace and confidence, as though he has some perception of the world beyond the reach of his hands. The snakes have taught him, and experience, the slow and bitter sensei, has taught him.
But he will never again be what he once was.
He's entering another village, he knows that; where it is, what its name is, he doesn't know. Doesn't entirely care. Perhaps they'll feed him, perhaps he can trade some manual labor for a few coins, and then move on again. That's all he can hope for anymore.
Ever since the traumatic day when everything was taken from him, he's been a wanderer. Nothing more, nothing less. A shinobi? Only in the barest terms. A crimson band of cloth covers the ruin of his sockets, hiding the shame from the world; his memories of receiving basic medical care from a civilian village are fogged by the fever that ravaged him during those days.
Ever since then, he's wandered. Slowly learning to survive, slowly adapting, he now moves with some trace of his old grace and confidence, as though he has some perception of the world beyond the reach of his hands. The snakes have taught him, and experience, the slow and bitter sensei, has taught him.
But he will never again be what he once was.
He's entering another village, he knows that; where it is, what its name is, he doesn't know. Doesn't entirely care. Perhaps they'll feed him, perhaps he can trade some manual labor for a few coins, and then move on again. That's all he can hope for anymore.
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"If your eyes are failing, why don't you take it for yourself?" he asked sharply, seeking some kind of logic, something rational and understandable. Self-interest was the only thing he could truly understand anymore.
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"Because... I honestly expected to die, for you to kill me... It wouldn't have mattered. Coming here... changed a great deal of that. And the other eye... One day... I feared you might need it too." He whispered. "This just... wasn't how I ever wanted to imagine it."
Self interest? Itachi doesn't know the meaning of that word, especially where Sasuke is concerned.