one_long_mission | [OPEN~] Bollocks

The explosion had been loud enough, and close enough to his house, to lure him out to see who thought it was a good idea to practice jutsu near his part of the cliff face. The last thing he expected to see was an exploding plane and a man who was indisputably Uchiha hiding behind a rock.

The voice though! Even with the odd inflections there was no missing that voice, and he found his breath catching in absolute shock before he moved to get a better look, dressed in his typical mesh and overshirt, unlike the odd attire on the figure before him.

There was no mistake though. "Shisui?"

Oh fudgesticks, he wasn't expecting Itachi of all people to be around to hear him yell bollocks, because the man was going to tease him about stealing his slang. So it was pretty natural for Shisui to look around and try and think up something to cover as an excuse for as to why he used that--

Wait a minute.

"...The hell are you wearing?" As if the ponytail wasn't breaking enough safety protocol.

"Standard shinobi gear." He finally managed to get his shock under control and studied him carefully, tilting his head. "Was that your plane that just exploded?"

"What division of the RAF is 'Shinobi'?" It's not a question, and that might have been a laugh.

He's bleeding off his left ear, though, so he's rather deaf at the moment, managing to read the other's lips as well as strain to hear him say anything at all. "I dunno, you tell me. Where's your F2?" Shisui knows this isn't the Itachi he knows, especially not with that accent. Bringing his knees up closer to his chest, Shisui's free hand closes in around the grip of his M9, thumb moving quietly to unlock his weapon as silently as he possibly could. The racket behind them certainly helped mask the sounds of any metal clicking against metal.

His gaze flit to the movement of his hand immediately. So he was considering him a threat. How unfortunate. "I have no idea what either of those are, but if you attack me I will subdue you."

He tilted his head to the side, a slightly sad smile on his lips. "It's very good to see you alive Shisui, even if you're clearly not from my timeline. I could stop the bleeding for you, if you'd allow me close enough?"

Of course he was considering him a threat. 'Shinobi' and the lack of a sexy James Bond accent was enough to convince him that this most certainly wasn't the Itachi he was assigned to work with. Whoever this was was an imposter, and though he'd never really seen this kind of thing being used on a prisoner of war before, Shisui can only theorize that he's been drugged into hallucinating.

He kind of wished he could hallucinate his bourbon back into his canteen, though.

"Fair enough." --Though, he didn't lock his weapon. He was also trying not to laugh at how this was all starting to sound like an episode from Doctor Who. "You're telling me you were flying TARDIS over the Triangle?" Alright, he is chuckling. And woah, Shisui never realized he was bleeding. "I'm bleeding?"

'Where' would have been the next question, except that Shisui decided to forego it and look for injuries himself.

He moved forward with absolute grace on silent feet. Clearly he had more than his fair share of martial training, no matter what else he'd said. "Your ears. Hold still Shisui, okay? I can get the bleeding to stop but I'm no medic."

He carefully knelt, reaching one hand to the side of his face as he stayed cautious for retaliation. "And what are these items you're referencing? I am getting the sense your timeline is even more disparate than mine is from the primary one and I'm the only one I've met under my circumstances."

If anything, the way this version of Itachi walked wasn't too far from the way the Itachi he knew walked. Group Captain Uchiha Itachi was stealthier than an F22 Raptor even with boots on gravel or dry grass.

And Shisui did retaliate in one swift motion just as the 'fake' Itachi almost touched his face. There was a sharp blade held up beneath the other's chin near his trachea, not pressing into skin just yet but just-- there. Shisui didn't need a blade to sever a man's head - he could do it with his fingers - but this was just for precautionary measures. "It was just an explosion. I'll be fine."

Shisui does not take his eyes off the other man for a moment, the fact that he'd been given a somewhat sad smile at all only a moment ago still eating at his conscience and playing with his current state of mind. Where was the real Itachi?! "I'm talking about things the real Itachi would know. And you're not him. I'm not buying your bullshit about overlapping timelines, either." At least, not without substantial proof that it is so-- but he keeps that to himself. "So what's the name of the fancy drug you've got pumping through your prisoners of war, huh?"

He'd love to know.

"Ah, I see. Well, I can't say this is the first time I've been met with hostility." His voice took a wry tilt, but there was no fear in him, eyes staying a steady deep grey as he stayed perfectly still, watching him.

"I still can't say I like the sight of you bleeding from the ears though. Better than watching you die, I'll admit, but still far from pleasant. Would you at least allow me to halt that before we continue this conversation? We can fight after if you truly wish to. I'm curious to see if you're as fast as you were in my timeline."

There is no way that he noticed anything about the change in Itachi's tone or voice because he literally was quite deaf, his somewhat-good ear now ringing loud enough to drown any bit of sound he could have otherwise picked up. He had to read the other's lips and strain to his right ear to even try to understand what was being said. "Yeah. It's in the job description."

And wait, what? Watching him die? So it was a threat. Or, TARDIS was real. The lack of response, however, was probably Shisui's way of telling the other that it was okay to check his ears as long as he wasn't going to put a bullet in them. It didn't look like this version of Itachi carried a gun, though.

Shisui raises an eyebrow at what he makes out with the lip reading. "We're supposed to be on the same team. We don't fight." A beat. "We bicker." Like an old married couple, but you didn't hear him say that~

"You don't even spar? How.... strange. You were the only one who could ever keep up with me in the clan too." He sighed, reaching and very carefully feeding chakra to stop the bleeding as he rested his fingertips along his temple, though the effort left him feeling tired. Healing -really- wasn't one of his best skills, but he knew some, as all ANBU Captains were given the dubious joy of, so that was what he applied.

He pulled his hand back when he was sure there was no fresh blood coming from him anywhere. "What I meant about the hostility is that I'm not Hokage in the most common timeline so my people tend to prefer to attack me instead of talking. It does get old after a while, I'll admit."

This is Shisui, blinking as he tries to wrap his mind around the 'clan' part. How long ago was it since they'd grown out of the system of clans? He'd heard his grandparents talk about their family history once upon a time, but he'd never really given it too much thought. Either this guy was telling the truth about mixing up timelines (if that was even possible), or he was a really good actor. "Right. Spar. Only during training." As it was, he was on a very important mission at the moment, and there clearly was no time for play-fighting.

...He just needs to figure out where he is first in order to get back to whatever was left of his mission.

What makes him grit his teeth and press the edge of the blade further against the other's skin, however, was the fact that something weird was going on with regards to this whole healing thing. He didn't want to admit it, but it almost felt like magic-- and Shisui knew that magic wasn't real. There was always logic behind hocus pocus. Which is why he was already getting to his feet and attempting to put some distance between them, knife drawn and at the ready.

His hearing had vaguely improved, though, and he managed to catch the word 'Hokage', which makes him wince in confusion. "Yeah okay, I have no idea what you just said or what a Hokage is supposed to be-- and frankly? I don't care. Just-- Who are you and what the hell do you want with me?" A beat. "And do you happen to have anything... alcoholic but also consumable... maybe?" Hm.

Edited 2012-11-28 14:27 (UTC)

He dropped his hands, just watching him as he retreats before lifting a hand to touch his neck, checking for any blood. Upon finding none, he simply shook his head and dropped his hand back to his lap, letting the older man, and it was obvious to him now that he -was- older, have the space he so clearly desired.

He was fairly certain, from the look he was getting, that he needed to explain a bit more clearly and assume the man knew nothing about anything, even if he -did- seem to recognize him. Perhaps he was a civilian trained person from a nin-shinobi village in his timeline?

But he would still know what a Hokage was, even then. "A Hokage is one of the five Kages of the Elemental countries. There are dozens of Shinobi Villages, of course, but only a handful are powerful enough to boast being strong enough warrant having a Kage. I am essentially the military commander of my country where the Diamyo is the civilian leader in all matters outside Shinobi affairs."

The man needed the information, whether he wanted it or not, especially -here-. "I am Uchiha Itachi, seventeen year old Hokage of Konohagakure. In my timeline. Such is not the case in most. As for you... In my timeline I helped you with your suicide at thirteen as one of your eyes had already been stolen and you wished to better aid me in dealing with the politics I ended up right in the middle of by giving me your death. It did not work quite as you hoped, but ultimately it has been useful to me, though I wish that such measures had never been needed as you were my best friend and you have been deeply missed in the last four years."

There was a pause then, and he flushed just a bit. "...I should never have alcohol, and recent events were kind enough to reinforce this point, I apologize."

...Elemental countries. That was all Shisui needed to know that he was most probably stuck in some alternate universe where people who disappeared from the Bermuda Triangle ended up in. This was-- this was phenomenal. But also incredibly annoying because Uchiha Shisui preferred being in the know. It gave him the advantage that way. He was also used to being the cat, not the mouse, and he felt a little like a rabid gerbil right now.

But Shisui listened, with growing amusement and vexation-- and this was not just because he was hard of hearing at the moment. He was reading the other's lips and he heard what little he could hear, but seriously? He tried to stay calm, but the way his lips were set in a thin, hard line, and the way those obsidian eyes fixed on the other's probably gave it all away.

The mention of suicide made him almost flinch at recent memories where he had almost thrown himself in the middle of a raging conflict that would have sealed his fate. And all this had been because he had heard that Itachi's team had been gunned down elsewhere on one of the RAF's missions. He wasn't conscious of the way his free hand pressed over the pocket just over the left of his chest at the memory, though; the one that held that one very precious photograph he hung up on the windshield whenever he flew. And right now he was missing the person in that picture... He was missing him a whole lot.

At the end of the explanation, though, Shisui finally spoke, wiping away soot from his face with the back of his sleeve. "Sorry about your friend, but I'm not who you think I am, and it would be much appreciated if you stop trying to tell me what my life's been like-- when it hasn't been anything like that at all." And as for introductions: "I am Lieutenant Colonel Uchiha Shisui of the United States Air Force, and the only Uchiha Itachi I know is Group Captain Uchiha Itachi of Great Britain's Royal Air Force. We met five years ago, and-- he can hold in quite a bit of alcohol."

Over to the East, however, Shisui spots a town. "Well. I guess if you don't have any good stuff on you, I better go out there and get some for myself. Do you guys accept American Dollars? I have a few English pennies too, though."

Edited 2012-11-28 19:51 (UTC)

"You're not -my- Shisui, I'll grant you that readily enough, but you're still Shisui. Timeline changes, entire -world- changes, wouldn't make you not yourself at the heart of things. I've seen that with more than enough clarity in my... recent travels... to know without doubt that -that- at least, is a constant."

His lips quirked and he hitched a shoulder in a shrug as he pushed back to his feet. "A pleasure to meet you Shisui. This place, I should warn you, is far more like -my- home than yours, and if you are not actually a shinobi, well. Do not be stunned if many even younger than I give you dubious looks if you try to threaten them as you attempted to threaten me."

He waved down from the cliff. "I'll treat you if you can't actually use your currency, though you would be the first to have met trouble."

"Yeah? I'm not 'your' Shisui so it probably wasn't necessary to tell me 'I' committed suicide and left you missing 'me' for four years." It was a sore topic with him; one he'd rather not think about. "And wow what makes you think I'd go around messing with the little people? I mean, maybe I'd do something about them trying to be all familiar with me -- if everyone around here is like you -- but I don't think I'd send their heads rolling with a poke of my fingers or something." He sent a few heads rolling back on that mission he was on three years ago. Shhh, don't ask. Madara had taught him how to do that.

At the invitation, however, he shrugged, still suspicious, and opted to slide down and sit against the rock for a moment to try and adjust his pants leg instead, rolling it up and accidentally peeling a good chunk of skin along with it. "Whoops-a-daisy..." Shisui barely felt any pain at all, and he hadn't even flinched or noticed his leg until he saw the pink and blood and fluid seeping out. Not feeling pain was definitely not a good thing under these circumstances...

He stared at him a moment, then made a rather aggrieved noise and knelt beside him, immediately pulling a container from a pocket on his leg. "I've found it easier to impart in direct fashion rather than going 'my version of you' when sharing such details. As you're clearly alive, it cannot be true of you. Unless, of course, you're one of those who -did- die before arriving? In which case I will apologize for prodding at sore topics."

He twisted the cap off, revealing a dense cream before he set the jar aside,all business as he moved to check the extent of the damage. My Shisui's talents were speed and illusion, not long distance decapitation. I leave things like that to the wind users in the village, thank you."

"Maybe you didn't have to tell me anything. Ever think about that?" He's folding back his pants leg so that his wound's not leaking all over. Gross. "We could have been like 'Hey!' and 'Hey, who are you and do you know where I could get some beer?' And it would have been the start of a beautiful friendship~ Also no, I haven't died. Not that I recall."

Wait. Have a weird look, because now you've got him thinking along the lines of c-r-a-z-y, Itachi. "Not that it's something normal people would recall." He is very normal, thank you very much.

"Speed and illusions, hm? I don't know about illusions, but my baby's the fast one." He looks to the burning wreckage in the distance. "Miss her already."

And Shisui is totally walking on ahead. "No more hocus pocus. Got a real doctor around here somewhere? And I'm thirsty."

"We have an apothecary, but I haven't actually -seen- anyone who would qualify as a proper medic-nin yet. I told you because your timeline seems very... strange. Most at least know the basics of Shinobi life that I've come across here, unlike yourself. Not knowing at least basic details about this sort of thing can be dangerous for you, and not knowing what others expect when they see you can be just as bad."

He collected his things, moved after him, and grabbed the back of his shirt. "Sit. You're getting burn cream on that before you get an infection to set in."

Apothecary? Seriously...? "Apothecary? How many centuries back are we talking here? I'm from the year 2010." Hold on. Would this actually be where the lost World War Two soldiers ended up after they disappeared off the face of the earth flying over the Bermuda Triangle? That wasn't even a century ago, but it still seemed like ages. Except the other man was talking about that shinobi thing again and Shisui had no idea what that was.

"So... What's shinobi life like?" Was this shinobi land and were the natives shinobians? Did they speak shinobese? So many questions.

And woah there. You did not grab his shirt. This is Shisui almost getting that lightning fast tornado kick to meet Itachi's face, but then stopping short with his foot still in the air, debris having risen all over them and still settling even if he was as still as ever. How he managed to control himself enough to stop that kick from meeting the side of the other's head, he has no idea. But he does realize that he'd only been overreacting, and promptly brings his foot down, staggering a bit to overcome the inertia of that move. "Sorry-- Just. Don't do that without warning, yeah?" Reflexes. But still, if you were wondering about how fast he was, that was his beginner level...

But one look at that cream and Shisui is shaking his head vehemently. "Er nope, I'm good." It's pretty bad; he's afraid of fingers squishing their way through burned flesh. "Let's go get something to drink. I can pour it on there and everything will be sterile." Good plan?

ooc: rofl oops! used the wrong account and had no idea >___> My bad xD

If anything, the counterattack seemed to ease some of the worried tension that had been in Itachi's frame. "So you -do- have some self defense abilities. Good. Now. Sit. This is burn cream that any Uchiha with a brain learns how to make as a small child, so let me tend to the burn." He narrowed his eyes. "I have no doubt in my mind that if I need to I could wrestle you into it, but I'd rather not -need- to."

He had let go of him though. "A shinobi life is one of battle, mostly, but there are always the oddball missions for the young ones like fence painting and babysitting. Precursers for bodyguarding and the like. I believe we're better known in civilian circles as ninja?"

(OOC: No worries, these things happen and I thought it might have been intentional ::coughs:: guess not. I've seen -that- Shisui before though! Never threaded with you before this though I think.)

"...I'm in the armed forces, what did you expect?" Jeez, just because he wasn't flailing around throwing bombs at ya. He would have fought, but he's not interested in pitching a fight upon arrival when he could get directions to a pub <3 "And I have a fully functional brain, thank you very much. And it's just a second degree burn. I won't get gangrene." Not yet, but soon, of course. But he does lean against that rock and roll up his pants leg.

And Shisui just-- Watch as he blinks and tries to comprehend what he's reading off your lips, Itachi. "You've got to be kidding me. Ninja? No frikkin' way!" Actually, he's rather excited by the prospect. "So do you have shuriken and poof off in a cloud of smoke and make clones of yourself?"

Shisui watches anime... We're off to a wonderful start here |8

ooc: That one is canon!Shisui XD All of 15/16 years old. I also play him blind, in the event that he faked his death and er-- never really died. That was redundant <.<' Played him at Niteo Nix for a bit :3

"Smoke is an indicator that you put too much chakra into your jutsu, actually." It was a murmur as he crouched, re-opening the jar and examining the wound for debris first before anything else. If it was just burns, on the cream would go.

"I prefer kunai to shuriken. Sasuke is the one who is -truly- fond of straight shuriken but, well, swords. As for clones, yes, that's simple enough, if a bit draining. The 'poofing' as you put it, was your specialty, my you that is."

There hadn't been many occasions that Shisui's chatter died so suddenly whilst he was in the middle of retelling an epic and didn't follow it up with a line of expletives or at least something to fill the gap. Itachi waited at least twenty seconds before reminding him that he was in the middle of something - but his radar clearly showed that he was the only one in the air.

Flying above the Bermuda Triangle.

Without questioning his sanity he barrel rolled the jet out of his current flight path, and just as he was about to radio in to Mission Control he felt the sky shudder. At least, that was how it felt. The shift in air was enough to force the Typhoon into some kind of lockdown, and when the fighter jet began to curve into a spin it was his quick reflexes that levelled the thing out.

He could see smoke, and despite the desire to apply his logic and decide that there was a high chance it was from a crash he flew toward it. The issue rested with the number of trees surrounding the area, but luckily for Itachi some thirty feet away there was an incredibly convenient clearing.

It wasn't his best landing. He couldn't say he'd ever cut down trees after touchdown, but the damage to the wing wasn't bad enough that it caused a problem. No leaking tank-- not like Shisui's plane and-- Shisui.

His eyes widened, and he pulled off his helmet, pushing open the cockpit and jumping down immediately, making his way under the body of the jet toward the area he'd seen the smoke. "Shisui!?"

Itachi sure was lucky. Shisui would mourn the loss of his baby in just a few minutes, of course, but right now, he was preoccupied with mourning the absence of all that bourbon. He noted the gaping hole on the side of the canteen he was holding, and all at once, his questions as to where the rum-- er, whiskey went were answered. It wasn't exactly the answer he was hoping for, but it was better than finding out that Mills had poured it out for him.

He was just a little too busy coming to terms with the fact that he'd crash landed at all before he began to wonder-- and then fear-- for what may have happened to Itachi. Holy shit, Itachi!!

Shisui would have stood up and run off to find the other, but that right there was a huge chunk of his door flying overhead and landing a few meters in front of him, flames licking whatever was left of it. He stared at the piece of burning metal for a long time before he vaguely picks up the sound of his name... and a very familiar voice.

Crawling from his sanctuary, Shisui peers over the edge of the rock and spots Itachi. Funny how the guy's uniform was all brand spanking new-looking while Shisui's was covered in soot. He wiped some of the black from his face, smearing residue all over it on accident. "Over here!" That right there was a broken canteen waving at you, Itachi. Not to mention, a very relieved looking Shisui.

"Everything jammed," he managed to rasp out, choking on painfully dry air. He staggered, obviously, left ear bleeding and his balance thrown off. If he was being louder than usual, it wasn't because he was mad or excited; he was just mostly deaf.

He was very lucky, and perhaps it would be their ticket out of here. Where ever 'here' was. Finding Shisui wasn't so difficult, he followed the smoke first-- but the moment he saw just how badly he must have landed he felt every bone in his body ache. Until he saw it with his own eyes - evidence that Shisui had gone up in flames with his prized jet he wouldn't believe it.

That simple call seemed to fill his lungs with air at about the same time all his fear drained from his chest. The fact that Shisui's potential demise had scared him so deeply was something he would analyse much, much later. For now, he had to ensure his partner was well enough to keep moving.

The plane was still burning whilst he ran around it toward that canteen in the sky - and he cast a look across to see what kind of state the right wing was in. Hm.

A quick jump over the rock Shisui had hidden behind and he ducked too, looking his friend up and down for any sign of injury and stopping at his face. "How did you escape?" He muttered, pulling both his gloves off and using one to wipe away at the blood seeping from Shisui's ear, the other hand reaching up to steady him at the shoulder.

Relieved was an understatement. Shisui almost fell right into Itachi on purpose just to ensure that the other was real. That, and he just-- nope, nevermind. even if he did try smelling him just to make sure, all he smelled at the moment was fire and burning metal and wires. And cologne.

He notes how Itachi is saying something, but has no idea what, because despite trying to read the other's lips, Itachi wasn't looking directly at him. "What did you say?!" But Itachi was looking him up for injuries and Shisui shook his head. "All in one piece, but I think my condoms melted." Because, you know, this is very important information... He reached into his pocket and pulled out the very melted remains of a strip of condoms as proof.

But the fact that Itachi was wiping at his ear caught his attention, and only then did he realize that he was just a little injured. "Crap, is my ear bleeding?" Shisui barely ever felt any pain at all, much to his disadvantage in this instance, because his left calf was blistered pretty bad under those fatigues that had somewhat torn through during his attempts to scramble out of his burning aircraft.

He reached out to grip the fabric of Itachi's fatigues from the front, steadying himself with the other's help before turning to ruefully eye whatever was left of his plane. "Fuck..."

He hadn't expected Shisui to fall against him like that, but all the same he managed to catch the man against his chest, letting his arms wrap briefly around him - not only to make sure he stayed upright, but to find a little comfort in what had been a pretty horrific experience, mostly for Shisui. Shisui simply smelled of burnt, and the thought that he could have lost his friend in the accident was - difficult at best.

His eyebrow arched when Shisui asked him to repeat what he'd said, aware by then of his ear. Hopefully it wouldn't be anything permanent. The blast must have been strong to inflict such an injury though. He was about to ask again, leaning back away from the man in time to hear that and-- "... Oh dear, the worst of our problems. What are we going to do." He muttered, rolling his eyes and taking in a deep breath.

"It's bleeding. It doesn't look too bad... but you're lip reading aren't you?" He asked, looking up again into his eyes and fixing him with a stare in the hopes he wouldn't lie but-- Shisui's attention had shifted. Right. The plane was 'far more important' than Shisui's very life.

"I want to check you over--"

Shisui, obviously, doesn't hear that bit of muttering either. but he does note how Itachi is rolling his eyes, which means only one thing: he was being sarcastic and Shisui couldn't make out a word of it in order to bite back. Settling for his temporary deafness, Shisui fixes a stare on the other instead-- a very 'meaningful' one. "...Barebacking is not safe." Those melted condoms were stuck onto the inside of his pocket, too.

"Probably something temporary. I had my eardrums ruptured before. Still ringing, though. My right works just a little better than the left." And yes, he was lip reading. He didn't really say anything to that, though, shifting his attention to the burning wreck in the distance, his heart sinking at the very sight.

But Itachi was asking to check him over, and Shisui turned his attention back to his partner. "I said I was fine." Just a little toasted and blistered~ "But sure. If it makes you feel better." He wondered, at the back of his mind, if Itachi would leave him here on his own if he was badly injured. As much as he would try to sound macho, that would break him...

It's clear Shisui can't hear him at all, not even at close proximity. If he'd heard him, he already knew there would be a comeback on the tip of Shisui's tongue. Instead, he gets a glare and that comment just makes him sigh. He's going to mutter again though, mostly because he doesn't want you to hear him complain about how that's hardly his most pressing concern right now.

"Hm." He muttered, looking up and taking a few moments to look from one of Shisui's eyes to the other. It wouldn't be the first time he'd seen someone suffer from barotrauma-- but Shisui's plane had just exploded he had to be sure. His fears were eased only slightly when he saw that look in those eyes, and with a quick look over his shoulder he shook his head... leaning in to press his lips against Shisui's temple briefly.

"I'll be the judge of that." He said, making sure to mouth the words clearly if Shisui was going to be lip reading. His hands stayed where they were, supporting Shisui whilst he took a step back, looking him over and frowning at the places where his fatigues had taken damage. This wasn't really the place to start stripping him, and he was sure he'd seen some kind of settlement. Perhaps to the East.

"Can you walk?" He asked finally. Even if he couldn't-- there was no way that Itachi would leave Shisui here. They were partners, and he never left a partner behind. The same faithfulness that had landed him here after following him.

In Shisui's list of priorities, Itachi's safety took the first spot, followed by his B-1B, then alcohol (or lack of it), and then most certainly stress relief. It was the whole reason he carried condoms around at all, and they were most certainly not in his size.

Shisui knows Itachi's sighing. He knows he's using this opportunity to be mumbling all the things he'd dare not say in his presence had his hearing been intact. By now Shisui is scowling, trying to discern what on earth Itachi's saying about him. But that little press of lips eases the lines of that scowl into a little smile, albeit a sooty one. There's a reassuring squeeze to Itachi's elbow then. He's alright, and yes, he can walk.

"...Did you seriously think I got blown off to conveniently sit behind this rock while my baby went up in flames?" No, Itachi, he ran.

"Anyway-- where are we? Doesn't look like the Triangle to me." There weren't ghost ships for one...

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Minus the alcohol, their priorities were pretty similar. Of course, where Itachi took precedence in Shisui's list, it was Shisui would topped the bill. The stress relief came at about the same place too-- only he concerned himself less with carrying around condoms. Shisui did that for them.

It's good to see Shisui's scowl, and in turn to watch it fade as he smiled. There were only a few things he hated more than the Uchiha's unrest, and knowing that he was fine enough to have maintained his sensibilities and-- sensitivities was just about as reassuring as the squeeze to his elbow.

He let out another soft sigh at those words, although it was more out of sympathy for Shisui's 'baby'. There were crashes that some planes just didn't make it out of - but usually... they took their pilot with them.

"I have no idea." He said, with a shake of his head to make his point known, but he turned enough to point toward the settlement he'd noticed on their way down. "I think there's some kind of town over there... They might be able to enlighten us." The things was-- he was quickly beginning to wonder whether this was where everyone who had ever gone missing over the triangle had vanished. Another world, perhaps?

...He sure was glad he ejected himself out of there the moment he realized the ejector button wasn't working. And the photograph-- he had it on him, intact, still in one piece despite the slight charring around the edges.

But Itachi was telling him something about a town nearby and Shisui had to strain to hear at all. "Yeah?" His gaze followed the direction in which Itachi was pointing to. "What if this was all planned and they're just waiting for us to walk right into their waiting arms?" It was highly unlikely, because if it were the case, then they already would have been accosted and gunned down, or taken prisoner.

But then again this was Shisui thinking along the same lines as Itachi. There is a look before he adds: "...You know there's this theory that those who got sucked into the Triangle woke up in a different world? What if we meet old World War soldiers....?"

If they met old WWI or WWII soldiers, they just might be attacked for looking Japanese...

Shisui wasn't the only one-- the thought of losing Shisui was perhaps worse than the thought of losing his little brother. Never mind having to face the trouble of being in another 'world' alone, at least with Shisui here, they were together.

His arm fell slightly when he heard that-- it had crossed his mind briefly, but it might just have been one of those things he was trying to ignore. A soft sigh, and he looked back down at Shisui - taking into consideration his potential injuries, the mobility he wouldn't have back for a few hours. Shisui was right though, of course. The potential for attack here was of course high, they just wouldn't know how high until they scoped out their potential 'enemies'.

"Another of your stories." He muttered softly, although there was no denying that what Shisui was saying could well be true. It had happened to them, why shouldn't it have happened to the scores of other people who had disappeared, never to be seen again.

"The crash was loud-- if we haven't already attracted attention, then they will notice eventually. Perhaps it's best to find some kind of shelter, scope out the area and decide whether the people here are approachable. If others really did end up here, we won't be the first. They'll have encountered people like this before."

If he knew you'd thought that, Itachi... And as far as being together was concerned, he probably wouldn't complain. There wasn't anyone to call them out for fraternizing with a comrade and they wouldn't have to worry about being dishonorably discharged from service.

"It could be true, you know. I mean, this doesn't look like Florida, Bermuda, or Puerto Rico at all, know what I mean?" It was too clean and too unpolluted to be either.

But Itachi was talking and from what he could gather, he was making plenty of sense-- like he usually did. "I guess." He glanced at those melted condoms mournfully before putting them back into his pocket. "Better get moving then, before someone comes running over amd arrests us for blowing up a few of their trees or something."

It was then that he bent down to adjust his pants leg, peeling the end off where it seemed to be stuck... and getting a layer of skin to come off as well, exposing a nasty lower calf. "Whoops."

Itachi wasn't really the type to talk about 'feelings'. Their relationship was odd at best, and although they got along well, and so many people knew they were close - the truth about how deep those feelings went hadn't really been broadcast, or even properly spoken of. They didn't really need to say the words the express how they felt though... or at least, Itachi didn't believe so.

"Then your little ghost stories held more truth than we suspected." He muttered, letting out a sigh whilst he drew the same sort of conclusions. It didn't feel like anywhere he'd been before.

He was about to start making headway on moving when he saw Shisui bend over, trying not to fret over why he felt the need to - he chose instead to speak up. "... You look more upset about the condoms than the aero-- shit." Instantly he crouched down, smoothing a hand down the back of Shisui's leg in a way that in any other moment would have been the start of something else.

"We have nothing to sterilize that with." He muttered, looking up at Shisui and frowning. "I can't leave it like that."

[OPEN~] Bollocks

You have made me so happy.

rofl

You're the first Shisui I've gotten to bounce him off, I care not how AU he is!

he is so very AU... and old-ish

Haha, hey, Itachi's Shisui has been dead for ages. He's happy to see one.

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/crawls back on here >_> sorry, had to run around while I got legal docs sorted

No worries, life happens!

=D

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