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 Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2009 5:12 pm
[[ Realleh? ... I think not. D<
It's fine. I'm sure I've done that to you A LOT. 'specially with Nami. xDD ]]
Hisoka definitely knew what was happening by this point. He didn't want to know, but he did anyways. So, this was how the Uchiha clan perished. Hisoka had gotten a good look at every corpse, and just now he'd gotten an even better look at two more. Apparently, they were more important than the ones lying outside.
The boy in the corner caught Hisoka's attention, mainly because he was alive. He vaguely recognized the boy, but he'd left the village long ago. Hisoka never bothered to find out why, though.
'Are you - -' Hisoka realized mid-sentence that it'd be a moot point trying to talk to him, and shortly after realized he couldn't even talk. What the hell was this?!
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Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2009 5:35 pm
[[Better than me.. I'd just not post at all. xD
Haha! Nami's got her own case.. d:]]
The young Itachi turned to face where both Itachi and Hisoka stood. A smear of blood across his cheek blended right in with his lifeless eyes. Itachi controlled his younger version to walk towards Hisoka and away from the whimpering little boy. He wiped the blood off his face with a finger, staring at it for only a moment. Teenaged Itachi's eyes were then suddenly filled with intensity. He titled his head in a mock, his voice sounding much more innocent than his actions said, "Would you like to die?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2009 5:52 pm
[[ Nice way to hold up. xD
True, true. For most of my characters, I try to aim around anything that may be confusing, but for Nami, I just... don't. Ya know what I thought as I read your post? Soon as younger Ita-san started towards mah person, I just went, "Oh..." and then he talked, and I added, "Oh, wow..." rather shakily, actually. xD ... I think I'd die as soon as he looked at me that way. No need to ask if it were me and not Hisoka.]]
Hisoka didn't think he was able to be seen, so of course, this caught him extremely off guard. He would've taken a step back and ran if he could've. A shaky breath forced its way out of his lungs. He quickly shook his head left and right. Sure, he was older than this Uchiha by quite the bit, but did that stop anyone outside from being slaughtered?
No.
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Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2009 6:15 pm
[[I'm ingenious~<3
It's just the way Nami is. I wouldn't ask you to change her into someone that made sense most of the time. xD
I know, right? Whenever I imagine Itachi, it's always my Itachi. This emo, depressed, murder Itachi doesn't really exist in my mind. >///<]]
[I'm tired of putting young Itachi. I'ma just call him Itachi. If I switch back to 20 year old Itachi I shall state it so. xD]]
Itachi held out his finger, wiping his blood stained finger down Hisoka's face. His finger didn't shake with fear or nervousness. He simply did it like a daily action. Itachi held a kunai in his other hand and held it out for Hisoka to see. The one he held had yet to be used so it was freshly sharpened. A simple p***k could cause a small wound. Itachi stepped forward a bit, the kunai only millimeters away from Hisoka's neck. "It isn't your choice." He smirked evilly, the same smirk Itachi [older] used earlier.
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Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2009 6:26 pm
[[ GENIUS, UNITE. -holds out mah fist, clad in an extremely cheap Spiderman ring-
Good, then you don't mind her being as so. xD
I have two Itachi's in my head. The one that's like that -points to your last two posts- {because there's not a name for it, so I call it 'THAT'} and then yours. C: ... Quite frankly, I love them both... Dunno why for this last one ya have goin', but I just DO.]]
Hisoka tried to move with every fiber of his being, and it still proved useless. The blood, when it made contact with his face, only made his nose feel even more raped from the stench. He flinched at the kunai, but still couldn't move the way that would matter.
He knew it wasn't his choice, but his mind was too far off to really take notice of the fact. How could anyone not wilt at just the eyes of the Uchiha? Surely not just Hisoka would crumble.
He swallowed, and he faintly was able to notice how loud it probably sounded. Did Itachi hear it as loudly as he did? Or was it Hisoka's heart that had made that noise? If so, Itachi surely had to hear it... it was so loud.
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Posted: Mon Oct 26, 2009 6:52 pm
[[Psst.. I have a cheapo Spiderman ring.. from a Chucky Cheese type arcade. :U
Last one is creepy.. Scary.. make me pee in my pants kind of scary. D;]]
[[Here comes my stalling... Oooh. There it went. xD
Shall I just KILL him now? I've had the urge to kill him for a while..]]
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Posted: Mon Oct 26, 2009 8:03 pm
[[ Chucky Cheese! I used to go there for all'a my birthdays. xD
Mhmm. Kill him as you see fit... just make it amazing and scareh and Itachi-ful. <3 ]]
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Posted: Mon Oct 26, 2009 9:01 pm
[[Lucky you! I've only been there twice. Once here when they still had one and then once in Cali. :]
'UH.. my stab stab might come in handy just about now, huh? It isn't very creative but... I'm not a creative person. D;]]
Itachi smiled at Hisoka's fear. Oh how good it felt to 'cause fear in people's lives. Those bastards deserved it. Itachi took an inch of a step forward, the kunai causing the skin to dent [couldn't think of the word] not yet breaking Hisoka's skin. His movements were quick as he pulled the kunai down, slowly, causing only the faintest red mark on his skin to his heart. The blood would be rushing to the surface, ready to heal whatever wound was on its way. That was the problem. A problem Itachi could easily fix.
[[I'ma post better tomorrow when I'm on my PC. I hate being on the laptop. Feels weird. D;]]
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Posted: Mon Oct 26, 2009 9:17 pm
[[ It's not so great. Every time I went there I always played the same game. The one where you're standing on the weird platform and there's buttons in the floor you have to step on when they light up. The theme for the game was spiders, so you stepped on buttons that were supposed to be the thorax of a spider. C:
Stabs are great. ;D ]]
Hisoka closed his eyes tightly, so tight he was sure it probably wasn't healthy. It hurt. He didn't like that, at all. He was sure if he could've moved, he still wouldn't have been able to. He was completely terrified, and the newly inflicted wound didn't help he calm down in the least. If anything, it would've made moving even harder, simply because he would fear of accidentally pressing the kunai even more deeply into his skin.
[[ Alright~ :3 ]]
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Posted: Tue Oct 27, 2009 7:04 pm
[[I remember that game! It was my favorite! It's the only one I can remember actually. -___-;;
As you can tell.. I'm still not very good at this. D;]]
Itachi smiled at Hisoka's actions. What would closing his eyes do? Nothing. He pulled out a few sebon, poking at spots on Hisoka's skin. Walking around him in circles like prey and predator. Itachi threw one, slicing Hisoka's neck. A deep and long cut. He chuckled as the blood stained the freshly furnished wooden floor. Itachi's parents had only had it installed a few weeks before. He stared down at the ground then towards Hisoka. "Do you favor symmetry?"
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Posted: Tue Oct 27, 2009 7:30 pm
[[ Really? Cool~ I was figurin' you'd have no idea what I was talking about... it was a great game. <3
I still disagree. > n >;; ]]
This was a cruel, harsh treatment. It was slow, and exceedingly painful, and he could tell the boy was enjoying it deeply. Once the needle-like weapon pierced his skin, Hisoka could've screamed. He could've. But, unfortunately, the only way to help withstand pain had been taken from him. He couldn't do s**t.
He managed a quiet groan, though. But, he didn't count it; his throat did it on it's own as the blood was forced out. He then tried to glare over at the Uchiha, ignoring his damned question. Hisoka spit blood out of his mouth, finding the taste horrid and disgusting, just like his torturer.
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Posted: Tue Oct 27, 2009 7:40 pm
[['Tis one of my only memories of the place. xD I played it once and went off to try some other games, but when I wanted to go back I couldn't find it. Dx
Suuuure...]]
Itachi arched an eyebrow, extending a sebon in hand. The sebon was one Itachi himself had created; another reason to be praised. The weapon was made just out of Itachi's boredom, no other special reason or special kind of secrets did it behold. There was one though, Itachi had long since forgotten about it. "No answer. Wrong." He threw the sebon, hitting the other side of his neck. The older Itachi didn't really find it amusing enough to just watch; he wanted to hear. Taking off the invisible chains off Hisoka, the game began again. It'd be much more fun. Hisoka wouldn't be able to leave the room unless Itachi decided it. Teen aged Itachi walked over, grabbing a fistful of Hisoka's hair, tugging on it, "Answer."
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Posted: Tue Oct 27, 2009 8:03 pm
[[ Chucky Cheese was like a maze full'a games, wasn't it? I always got lost up until I was, like, 9 and I could remember things. xD
YOU LIE.
A strangled sound left Hisoka, which only startled him more. Again, his eyes closed as he attempted to rid himself of the view he was given. He swallowed down what he assumed was nothing but blood; saliva had stopped being produced long ago due to the fact that he was utterly traumatized.
"I don't...- -" Another low gurgling sound made its way up his throat, but by swallowing down the blood before it made its way up stopped it from being heard. "I don't much care for it." He spoke a bit more clearly now, though it was extremely forced out that way.
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Posted: Tue Oct 27, 2009 8:08 pm
[[I wish to go to Chucky Cheese once more. o;
Are you sure it's me?]]
Itachi brushed a strand of dark black hair out of his face with the kunai. There were only traces of blood on the kunai so he wouldn't get dirty. Much. Itachi walked once around Hisoka, taking his sweet time. He had time. Unlike the night when it all actually happened, ANBU were on the prowl. Itachi put a hand on Hisoka's shoulder, only to kick him over. Slightly bending over to look at his, hopefully fear-struck, face, Itachi smiled, "Wrong answer."
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Posted: Tue Oct 27, 2009 8:29 pm
[[ I haven't been there in so long, it'd be great to go again. Memories~
I'm positive it's not me lying. = w=
... I want Kool-Aid.]]
Hisoka murmured a groan into the tainted wood known to be the floor. He had counted on his knees to hold him up, but they simply caved in. He failed to be able to sit up again so soon, so he just turned his head towards Itachi, mustering up the best glare he could. Or, worst glare, if you wish.
"And the... right answer?" What was it? 'Yes, he did like symmetry'? Surely it wasn't as simple as that for such an idiotic question.
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