...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."
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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."