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 Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2007 9:23 am
Itachi heard Kisame finish his shower. He stiffened slightly and closed his eyes. He tilted his head downward seconds before Kisame left the bathroom and sat next to him. What was he going to say? Give him a ninja to torture, he could do it. Give him some sort of killing mission, he could do it. Tell him to deal with his feelings, well...not so much. Itachi tilted his head upwards again and laid backwards on Kisame's bed. How to go about this was one of two things that were running through his head. The other was how it would turn out.
"Kisame..."he paused, not knowing what exactly to say next. He took a breath and kept talking, "I know I haven't been acting like myself lately and there is an explanation to that." 'I just have to figure it out first.'."I want to tell you but I don't know how I would say it." After that, Itachi stayed silent, staring at Kisame's bed post. Would that be enough to suffice or would he need to explain more of what he didn't understand?
Shino seemed to almost be falling into a trance. Why was this other man so...intoxicating? Shino swallowed another lump in his throat. He couldn't seem to control himself anymore. This was so confusing. He really needed to learn how to handle himself in these kinds of situations. He felt Zetsu shift then stop. Then he heard Kiba's voice. His vision snapped over to the other male. He stood there for a couple of seconds before looking away, hiding himself behind a part of Zetsu's cloak. This was so embarrassing. He took a breath then came back up to look at the other male.
"Yeah, I'm fine." He forced his voice to stop shaking when he made the comment. Could Kiba see that he was so frazzled? Part of Shino wanted to break away from Zetsu and run to the aid of his comrade. The other just wanted the boy who jumped to conclusions to leave him alone. As soon as he thought that, part of him protested. But he wasn't going to be mean. Not right now. He was exhausting his 'use of emotion reserves'. Shino quietly held his breath. Kiba may have been a little thick, but he didn't think that the other would buy what he said. Now he wanted to see what the other would say.
((>_< I'm sorry. I didn't notice the post. I think Shino has a problem on his hands. Yup yup. 3nodding ))
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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2007 9:32 am
Kisame watched as Itachi lay back, and then looked to the floor when the other male started talking. Before he knew what he was doing, he had the Uchiha's hand in his own, and was kissing the back of it. "Let me know when you figure out how." came a murmur from the blue male before he got up and disappeared into the bathroom. There was where he came to realization as to what he just did, and started banging his head on the wall for a few moments.
After composing himself a little, and gaining a sore forehead, Kisame dried off completely and got dressed. He folded up Itachi's clothes, as well, and set them on the toilet-cover that the Uchiha'd been sitting on. Dressed, and a bit more mellow then less than an hour ago, he froze up at the door, not sure if he should leave the bathroom, or just to remained holed up there for a bit, in case the other male was pissed off at him for the kiss on the back of the hand. It wasn't like he did it on his lips... That would've been too weird.
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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2007 9:45 am
Itachi was about to say something else when he felt Kisame's lips on the back of his hand. Then something happened that he never thought could. His heart skipped a beat. What was happening? He sat up as soon as Kisame left the room. He looked at the closed door of the bathroom and wondered what he would do when Kisame came out. Would he just blurt out what he was thinking, the jumbled mess that it was? Or would he just sit there and let yet another opportunity to pass up the chance to tell Kisame something personal? There had already been so many times when he could have. Itachi touched his hand gently before he stood up. He had entirely forgotten that he was only in a towel, but he ignored that fact at the moment. He walked to the door and knocked lightly.
"Kisame? Kisame are you listening? Don't leave the bathroom. Just listen through the door. I can barely do this as is." he paused and took a deep breath, "You just make me so damn nervous." he mumbled before attempting to continue on with his train of thought, "I really don't know how to say anything like this to you, but I may as well try. Kisame, I trust you, okay? I..." Itachi gripped the edge of his towel and sank to the ground. This wasn't how it was supposed to happen. He wasn't supposed to be so emotional. It was supposed to be a quick thing that he could get off of his chest. He mentally kicked himself for that thought. Of course something like this would be emotional. It was an emotion he had never felt before so why wouldn't it be emotional? He stared at the carpet, not knowing if Kisame was confused, disgusted, happy...or whatever other emotion he may be feeling right now.
((o.0 Don't you hate it when you are role playing and a song comes on that matches the role play perfectly. Its so creepy. But awesome. That's happening to me right now. >_<))
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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2007 10:07 am
There came a familiar thunk as Kisame sat down and leaned against the door a bit as he remained in the bathroom, like asked. He was a bit confused, and yet, in some way, he partially understood what Itachi was having the difficulty to say. "I... Trust you too, Itachi." Came a murmur from the other side of the door after they'd sat in silence for a little while. The blue man scratched his head, odd, confusing things of his own whirring through his head.
Emotions... Things Itachi seemed to have issues with, Kisame thought. He always had, and the shark-male found it amusing. Sometimes, though, he found it to be annoying. Other times... well. The larger male was a bit shocked with the range of emotions Itachi had been showing since the Uchiha walked up to his table in the kitchen, even if he'd hoped something like that would happen for a while...
(( don't you hate it when your music program doesn't want to work? gonk ))
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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2007 10:16 am
((Gah! That drives me nuts! You just want to listen to some music but nothing seems to want to play/load.))
Itachi looked at the door. He was relived and scared at the same time. He touched the door carefully then pulled away. What was he going to do now? Why had he started being so emotional today? He woke up feeling funny but he didn't think that would be this. Itachi looked down at himself. The most he could say was what he did. He wanted to say so much more, but it was almost as if his body wouldn't allow him to do so. His mind wanted him to, but his body rejected it. Itachi stood up and put his hand on the knob.
"Kisame, can I come in?" he asked quietly. He wanted to see the expression on Kisame's face. He wanted to be able to read the other's body language as well as here his words. He felt like a coward hiding behind a door the way he was. If there was one thing he never wanted to be, it was a coward.
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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2007 10:25 am
There came a sound of shifting as Kisame moved away from the door. "Yeah." he replied to Itachi's question, standing up and dusting off his rear. He leaned against a wall a little, eyes watching the door, a glint in them telling the world that he was thinking on something, even if he was paying attention to the world around him and not zoning out. His forhead looked a little raw, though it was almost completely back to it's normal blue-ness.
Glancing in the mirror across from him for a moment, Kisame reminded himself to hit the back of his head instead of the front, next time. It would probably hurt more, and wouldn't have a visible mark. He looked back to the door to watch Itachi come in.
((I'm gonna try re-booting my computer, and see if that'll work....
*goes insane without music* ))
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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2007 12:33 pm
Itachi pushed open the door and slipped inside. He looked over at Kisame, who was leaning against the wall, and frowned. He walked over and reached up, gingerly touching Kisame's hand. For what seemed like only a second, a glint of concern shown in his normally emotionless eyes. But that disappeared quickly. Itachi shook his head slowly.
"Why did you do that to yourself?" Kisame worried about him all the time. Now it was his turn. Even if he tried to hide it, he was concerned about Kisame's behavior. Why would he bash his forehead, most likely on the wall? He shook his head and grabbed a towel. He got the tip wet in cold water and reached up, dabbing at the red area,"Hopefully you won't get a bump. That would just look ridiculous."
((Okay. Good luck with your music issue.))
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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2007 12:48 pm
((rebooting worked biggrin ))
Kisame made a grunt, watching Itachi examine his forehead. When the the damp towel applied pressure, he flinched a little. "I don't know..." he murmured in response, almost looking cross-eyed as he looked to the towel, and then to the Uchiha. "Seemed like a good idea at the time..." Yeah, hopefully he wouldn't get a bump... then, he'd look like some demented unicorn, colored blue and with shark gills, eyes, and teeth.
After a few moments, Kisame reached up and stopped Itachi's hand, gently moving it away from his stinging forehead. "It's fine, really." he grunted, letting off a small sigh.
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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2007 2:40 pm
Blond hair stuck onto the tan face as blue eyes slowly opened up. The azure orbs took in the brightly colored room and winced. Sun filtered in through a French door and lit up the orange and blue room. Orange walls, with blue trim, Uzumaki Naruto's room was just like his old outfit, bright and sunny just like the teen who woke up in it.
Groggily the bot stood up and saw he wasn't wearing anything but his boxers. With a flush he moved over to the closet and opened it. Where were his clothes?! He ruffled through all the pieces of clothing and saw a few things like his outfit just...smaller, skimpier. He pulled on a tight black Tee and a tight pair of orange pants, slipping his sandles on his feet he yawned and moved towards the bathroom to wash his face and then he would go find something to eat.
Until he was fully awake, which wouldn't be until he had food inside of him, he wouldn't even notice the room or anything else, much less think about it at all.
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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2007 2:45 pm
Haku looked down at his adjusted clothes, then back up at the Momochi, a grin on his face. "I feel like a little kid again. Reminds me when you first took me in and I didn't have any of my own clothes." He followed behind the older man like always, his thoughts lost in old memories.
Kiba closed the distance between then, gave Zetsu a look, then took Shinos arm and tugged him away from the other male. "Good, then you won't mind coming with me and finishing the important conversation we were having.
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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2007 2:54 pm
"We had to sew up the neck in the shirt I had you wear, a little, otherwise it slid off your shoulders." Zabuza murmured. Then, they wound up getting the boy his first outfit, which he quickly grew out of. How many outfits had the boy grown out of since he found him? The older male had lost count, as the smaller male had grown quickly. He would never be his height, but the Momochi suspected that the teen would be at a reasonable height, when he was done growing.
Winding up at the kitchen, Zabuza glanced around. There were sounds of a TV coming from a doorway leading to another room, but the television was loud enough that the duo couldn't hear much of anything else, and vice versa. The Momochi wandered over to drawers and began searching through them. He was right, though. There was a drawer full of sharp knives, and even something to sharpen them even more, on. The question as to 'why?' hung in the air, but he ignored it, mostly.
If they took away their weapons, why leave perfectly useful knives in the kitchen drawer? Were they expected to just use them on food?
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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2007 3:25 pm
"Maybe whoever put us here wants us all to try and get along? Or maybe they didn't think we'd think of using regular knives as weapons." Haku also started going through drawers and was happy to find barbecue skewers that were just a little longer than his senbon. They were metal but not too strong, still they'd do damage. He slipped them into his pants until he needed them, hoping he wouldn't. "What now, Zabuza-san? If we can get outside, we should be able to escape."
Takeshi had been wandering the halls, at one point accidentally walking in on a couple making out on the couch before quickly retreating, but now he just sat in one of the rooms, a small theater, trying to figure out what the hell he was going to do. He was trapped in a house and board out of his mind. He was beginning to think about going to jump someone just so he could fight. He smiled as he remembered the promised fight with his 'father' when they got out of this place. Until then, he'd just warm up on the others. With that decided, the younger Momochi got up off the couch and left the room, looking for a target.
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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2007 3:36 pm
"I don't think they think we are stupid." Zabuza grunted with a sigh. Fishing through the knife selection, he found a decent cleaver-sized one, and seem amused that it even had its' own case. That was pocketed, and the larger male looked around the kitchen once more. "You hungry, Haku? We can grab something to eat, and then start searching. I recall seeing a sign for a garden in one of the hallways."
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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2007 4:19 pm
Hakus eyes lit up at the mention of a garden. "Yes, we should take advantage of the hospitality while we're here. Though I won't be thanking anyone should someone show up claiming they put us here. I'd probably hurt them instead." Well maybe not, but Zabuza would. he thought, then went to poke around in the fridge. "Looks like there's stuff for sandwiches as well as veggies, fruits and some pre-made bento meals." There were also drinks of every variety from ice cold water to hard sake.
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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2007 4:26 pm
(( Mmm.. Sake... I Mean >>; ))
Zabuza wandered over and hovered over Haku a bit. He reached in and his hand hovered over a bottle of sake, before it went over to a beer and grabbed one. Wandering over to the drawers again, he found a bottle opener and opened the bottle before taking a slow chug from it. He didn't drink beer often, or even, rarely still, sake, but when he was in a mood like he was in right then, locked in a house with no idea where they were, having to rescue Haku from a cage while the boy wore a rather reviling outfit, and still more, missing his head-cleaving knife, he needed the buzz.
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