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 Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2009 7:42 pm
[[Mmm, good point. We haven't really gotten around to anything have we?]]
Itachi landed silently, right in front of the door. The faint smell of blood caused his own to boil. Nami did say she wanted to see her parents and talk to them and he respected that. Itachi just didn't give her as much time as might have wanted. Putting his straw hat down, Itachi knocked firmly on the door. His presence was there and he might as well make it known to all. Itachi made no effort to hide his cloak or anything else that might just reveal he was an Akatsuki member. The only reason he removed his hat was so he could be identified easier. It also blocked the view of fear that would soon be etched into whoever had hurt Nami.
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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2009 7:58 pm
[[ Sort of. Nami had a bit of one-on-one time with her mother, and I enjoyed that time greatly. It was fun roleplaying that part, for some reason. ... But this part seems funner. ]]
As Nami's eyes looked quickly away from himself and the door as soon as the knock was heard, Hisoka knew that she had everything to do with the person on the other side. Reluctantly, he pulled his hands away from her, taking a step back. He looked through the kitchen doorway, looking directly at the front door. He didn't even know who was out there, and he already hated them.
Also reluctantly, he walked to the door. He took no extra time contemplating if he should open it, simply swinging the door open to place himself fimly in front of the obvious Akatsuki member. Sure, Hisoka didn't go out much, but he'd heard a few things... the only thing being they were a supposed evil organization- -border-line cult- - and that they were known for red clouds.
The man before him oozed of both. Hatred and frilly red clouds.
"Yeah?" Hisoka hissed.
Nami stood in the doorway, looking at Itachi as if she'd never seen such, in her eyes, perfection. Made it that much better that he was there for her, yet at the same time, it made everything that much worse. She looked down, away from both of the men. She didn't expect what was coming up to be good, taking it as what'd happened before was nothing.
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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2009 8:17 pm
[[It was practically Nami and mother. xD Did you? I suppose it added to my 'experience.' I've never played a parental role before. I've only role played as faeries, vampires, ninjas, nekos, fallen angels. A few more but I can't really recall it all. ;_; This part is funner already. I'm really thinking of how Itachi would approach something like this. I'm pretty much settled now though..]]
Itachi made his way around the man, his eyes set on Nami. As soon as he saw her though, his eyes zoomed straight to her mouth. Itachi was right. The blood he smelt was not the blood of the b*****d who opened the door but Nami's. Itachi turned his back on Nami to stare at the man he assumed was her father. His sharingan was activated and that was it. He said no words, he made no violent movements but just continued to glare at the man.
Suddenly, Itachi smirked at Nami's father. What kind of man, if not one too full of himself, would attempt to hit an Akatsuki member? "You wish to die." Itachi stated it, loud and clear as a bell. There was no questioning for this was a fact. A true fact.
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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2009 8:46 pm
[[ I've played mostly Naruto ninjas, then a vampiric angel, and then a neko. All very fun. xD
This is extremely fun. It's so tense in there, I'm so glad I'm not in a situation like that. xDD ]]
Nami just took to gaping at Itachi's back. Such confidence and sheer hatred rang through that one sentence. She still couldn't fathom why he even cared. . . . And then she frowned. That was her wish, right? That's what she had kept wishing for him to do. Now that she saw it, she felt like she couldn't have it. That she didn't deserve his care, or if it could be called such, affection. That was usually how wishes went, though.
People wish for something they expect not to get, and when they get it- -if they get it- -, one of two things happen: They're overjoyed... they couldn't be happier or more grateful. Or, if they're someone like Nami, they silently pity themselves for having it. They question why they were blessed. They question why someone answered their pleads.
Nami closed her eyes, forcing away the thoughts. They currently didn't matter. She had other things to worry about... Who the hell invited him in? He just walks in and- -... Hisoka lost his train of thought as the stranger spoke to him. The simplest of sentences. If it would've come from any other person, Hisoka wouldn't have bothered. Something about this man, though, set him off. How he smirked, and how intimidating his eyes were. That design was, without a doubt, deadly as hell. He'd never seen it before in his life, but he knew.
He took this amount of time to scoff, showing he didn't much care either way. "I've wished for a lot of things." His eyes flicked to Nami. "I've wished countless times for a better daughter, but I won't go into much more detail."
Somehow, her father's words hurt Nami 10 times more now that Itachi was there. The statement actually caused her to gasp quietly. She looked down at the wood that framed the doorway. For some reason, she felt Itachi would agree with Hisoka.
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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2009 9:26 pm
[[I'd gladly be put in there. Just not in the shoes of Hisoka, Nami or Itachi. Perhaps an extra. xD]]
Itachi's glare simply turned into an uninterested stare. What a boring man Nami's father was. His eyes looked at him, the surrounding area then back to him. Itachi's voice brought a whole new meaning to cold. His tight fists unclenched and the answer was simple, staring him straight in the face. Itachi's own father had thought of him as 'perfect.' The 'perfect' heir to the clan. He heard countless times 'I couldn't have wished for a better son.' The voices played repeatedly in his mind. The reason they said it was plain. The rest of the Uchiha found flaws in themselves and found what they were missing in Itachi. Itachi knew he was hated beneath their masks of adoration. It was the same in this case. Nami's father only asked for a better daughter so Nami could supply what he could not. "Amuse me." Itachi wanted to know. He wanted to know what her father so horribly lacked that he needed to wish for his daughter to cover for his own flaws.
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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2009 9:56 pm
[[ I thought about it, though. I feel stupid for saying that. First off, I like violence. And then, Nami, my equal, and Itachi, my unknowing love victim, in the same room! Why should I not go in there if I could? xDDD Everything I need is IN THAT ROOM. ]]
Nami lost track of Itachi's motives, even though she heard a majority of what he thought by this point. She noticed something. Itachi was born with things, but he lost everything. Everything important, anyways. Nami was born with nothing, but she'd won everything important and not noticed. Still hasn't noticed. Not fully, anyways.
Hisoka sniggered bitterly. "You want me to humour you some? Fine, then." He looked to Nami, who didn't seem to be paying any attention. He figured as much.
"There's nothing she's ever done right. She barely passed as a ninja, and then she throws that away to join you." He looked back to Itachi as he said this. "If it weren't for me, she'd be dead by now. She should be grateful I've kept her this long."
Grateful my a**. Nami rolled her eyes as she kept her head down. Her father really was just an a*****e. Sure, a moment ago, Nami would've almost attempted to stop Itachi if he decided to kill her father. By this point, though, she might just sit back and watch. Well, she probably wouldn't watch, but she'd allow it.
Then she thought of her mother, Aimi. How would she feel about this whole ordeal? Yeah, she was currently gone, but... what would she do if she came home to an empty house, save for a dead body?
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Posted: Sat Oct 17, 2009 8:05 pm
[[Aha! I thought so~]]
Itachi glared daggers towards Hisoka. He was not mad at him solely because he hurt Nami, but also because he insulted the Akatsuki. Practically. The standard of Akatsuki was incredibly high, the stakes you had to take to even attempt joining were ridiculously stacked. Akatsuki really worked towards peace. A peace from which they were to obtain from dominating the world using only the strongest of nin. No weakly could ever get close, no coward could stay. Most of all, no one insulted what Itachi called home. Taking a few steps forward, showing he was in no rush, Itachi pulled out a kunai and held it out towards Hisoka. "Are you questioning the Akatsuki's standard?" This time, he wouldn't let any little thing slide.
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Posted: Sat Oct 17, 2009 8:15 pm
[[ Yeah, yeah. You know me well, then. xD
Byyyy the wayyyy, as this scenario is incredibly awful for my poor Hisoka, don't feel afraid to just straight-up auto-hit him. I wouldn't care. I hate that I have to, technically, be a jackass, so go ahead. It'd amuse me, anyways. I hate Hisoka.
Hisoka, almost having to look at it cross-eyed, stared at the pointed edge of the dagger-like object. He wondered just what this guy was planning to do with it. Would he attack him, or was it just for show? He almost wanted to say it was for show...
His gaze moved up, as did his form as it straightened itself. He cocked his head at the Uchiha. "Well, Akatsuki member, if the standards are so high, why hasn't your group actually gotten anything done by now? From what I've heard..." He tilted his head the other way. "You all have even been beaten quite a few times by that Kyuubi-boy and his team."
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Posted: Sat Oct 17, 2009 8:45 pm
[[Oh, I'll auto hit him alright. Now that you've given me permission, anyways. I hate him too! Who the hell could not melt to their knees in front of Itachi? Okay.. it might just be us.. xD]]
Itachi's smirk was crooked, his voice filled with pure hatred. "What would you know? You live under a rock." He chuckled at the thought, adding, "Not only do you live under a rock, you're a piece of crap." His chuckle rang into laughter. "No, crap deserves better than the likes of you." Itachi threw his kunai, only millimeters away from striking his neck. "Do you want a real taste of our standards?" His question was pure threat. Itachi had no problem with using his sharingan. This man needed a good scare or near death experience [or death] to set him straight.
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Posted: Sat Oct 17, 2009 9:00 pm
[[ Good, then! KICK HIS a**. Because now, I'm gunna have to STILL be an a**, and ... god.
I would not only melt, I'd die. He'd freak me out if I ever saw him. I would love him inside, but I would die anyways, because he is very intimidating. xD ]]
Nami, until this point, hadn't said anything. She still hasn't, but she was laughing, if that counted...? She tried to stiffle it as Itachi spoke, but, like his did, it grew. It took Nami years just to get up to the point of saying what she had said to Hisoka minutes ago, and it just took Itachi moments to get to the real stuff.
She finished her giggle-fit shortly after Itachi threw his kunai. She felt oddly sadistic by this point, but that didn't surprise her. Every time her father said cruel things about her, she'd always go into a state similiar to the one she was currently in. First she'd practically be dead to it all, and then after a few minutes, she'd get a masochistic feel to it all. Not that she liked the pain her father caused her, but the pain that he felt when she had so many thoughts about how he could die that day.
Hisoka had tried inching away from the kunai that was now stuck in the door, but the organization member's glare caught him again. He had to say, this guy meant business. He just now noticed it, but at least he did. He didn't know how to answer him this time. Whether or not he should say something snappy confused him. So, he just have the Uchiha a smug look. "Do what you want. It won't do much, I can assure you of that."
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Posted: Sat Oct 17, 2009 9:21 pm
[[I can't really see Itachi as being violent just like that though. He's more of a evil talk person and would usually let Kisame do the dirty work. xD
Intimidating, indeed! He'd scare the s**t out of me...]]
Itachi hadn't known anyone to come straight out of the Mangekyo completely unharmed. It took a skilled ninja like Kakashi a few days of rest. He had never tested it on someone without any skills. Everyone in his clan had the sharingan; they could fight back. "You don't have anything to lose. You live a lousy life, you have nothing. How boring it would be to kill you." His eyes, still uninterested, followed any movements of Hisoka. "What shall I do with you. What shall I." Itachi turned to look at Nami in the eyes for the first time. Just seconds ago was her laughter ringing through the air. A sweet sound that suited her. Arching an eyebrow towards her, Itachi wondered what kind of torture she wanted, what kind of pain she wanted Hisoka to feel. As of right now, Itachi wanted to leave Hisoka wound so deep, he'd beg for them to just kill him. Something people asked when traped within his Mangekyo many times.
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Posted: Sat Oct 17, 2009 9:37 pm
[[ That makes sense. WAIT, so he's one of those people that talk crap and then make his bitches do the actual work? xDDDD
God, I know. With my luck, though, if I ever saw him, I'd get that really uncomfortable feeling along with love, and start giggling. And then he'd kill me, because I'd freak him out because I'm staring at him and giggling to myself quietly. ]]
Nami met his gaze easily, looking deeply into the red design. Quickly, she tried to think of what to tell him. Yeah, she wanted Hisoka to feel some of the agony he'd caused her, but she couldn't think of anything. For some reason, she wanted him to be pained mentally and not physically, because that was what he'd mostly caused her. If you're fought mentally, your body takes damage as well, so that seemed like a good enough idea for her.
She tilted her head as her brows furrowed slightly. She couldn't possibly try to explain to Itachi the mental wounds Hisoka had caused her. It wouldn't make any sense. She clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth. Maybe she had another idea.
"You know how I think, right? ... Whilst... well, killing him, we could always try to explain to him what he's caused me to go through mentally... God knows I don't think correctly anymore." She smiled here. "Because of him, he's caused me to kill a lot of people... a lot of them were people he knew."
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Posted: Sat Oct 17, 2009 10:34 pm
[[That's how I see him. 8D Then when Kisame gets in trouble, he saves him
Lol! I can imagine that scene. Actually, the first time I saw someone cosplay as Itachi I ran up to him and gave him a hug. The guy was in character and so were his groupies so 'Kisame' whacked me in the head with his sword. I just laughed]]
Nami did it again. Itachi was lost for the umpteenth time because of Nami Akira. [He's only confused 'cause I am. n__n;;] With his sharingan, he could see into people's past. Itachi pulled only the most painful of memories to surface and make it more twisted. He could alter it in such a way some people believed it had actually happened. It caused a lot of mental pain and fatigue to the victim and it often showed on the outside. Some rather pathetic nin had gone insane.
Itachi stood on his side to keep an eye on both Nami and Hisoka. He arched the eyebrow only Nami could see, hoping his thoughts were somewhere along the lines of correct.
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Posted: Sat Oct 17, 2009 10:50 pm
[[ I've yet to see any kind of cosplayer. :C
I'd have to laugh like crap if that happened to me! First off, I'd have to laugh at myself for being stupid enough to hug a random person in my state of being, and then laugh because I got hit for it. And then laugh more because it's Itachi, Kisame, and whoever else was there.
Joo talk to them after the small assault? :3 ]]
Nami giggled yet again. She really did need to start remembering that not everyone understood everything she thought of. She nodded to Itachi to let him know he was thinking of the right thing. Now she just had to hope the treatment worked on Hisoka. If not... there were always plenty more options.
Another thought of her mother caused Nami to pout. She supposed they didn't have to kill Hisoka, but... She shook her head and walked a few steps into the room, but stayed a good distance from the both of them. "My mom..." She sighed as she looked at her father. "That's the only reason I think he should live, even though I think she could live much better on her own..." She crossed her arms over her corset. Now she was stuck. Should Hisoka die, or not?
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Posted: Mon Oct 19, 2009 8:08 pm
[[xD
Yush, I did! I hung out with them for the rest of the day and tried out there stuffies. The too-happy Tobi pulled me away to explain they were just being in character and then I patted him on the head. x3]]
"Anyone would be better off without this thing." Itachi activated his Mangekyo stage of the sharingan, staring straight at Hisoka. He wanted to see the fear, he wanted to hear it when Hisoka first realized Itachi wasn't kidding around. The sharingan was not something to be messed with and not many people knew that now a days.
Itachi stared at Hisoka straight in the eyes, waiting for him to make eye contact with him. Once he did, his sanity was as good as done.
Aimi's footsteps were heavy as she left the marketplace. She shouldn't had gone to meet the man in the first place. A pure b*****d he was. She flinched a little with each step, the feel of her bruises coming into effect. The bags she carried were only filled with more vegetables Aimi needed to complete the meal and for future use. There was more than enough meat for the next week. The money in her pocket she had 'earned' weighed more than the bags being carried by her arms that were about to fall off. [Not literally..] The weight of the money pulled hard against her heart, almost as if a string was directly connected to it. Was she really going to live on like this?
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