#crowzoned

[rockgator]

"YUU---!" the boy comes runnin', almost tripping over his own two feet! so excited mikaela hasn't been in a long, long time and it sure shows! "---CHAN!" He leaps, he jumps, he flies --- right on to Yuichiro's back. "Guess! Guess what!"

The young male groaned as Mika tackled him, he did this all the time. Well, he hadn’t in a bit for some reason - but he was now doing it again apparently. 

He sighed heavily, secretly glad Mika was happy, but he would never show it.

“What is it, Mika?”

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[masshirohebi-moved]

[ inbox call! ] "Nobody could have replaced you. I don't know where I've lost you, but I did." It's been quite some time since their last shared moments, Itachis trust stood unwavered but still --- there's the anxiety-inducing feeling of uncertainty. That hole in his stomach had grown in their presence, aching slightly. Would it get worse?

“Nobodycould have replaced you.”A kind sentiment, if one was to read it on surface level. But their own mind isquick to twist words, to distort them. The serpent has become awfully good attaking something beautiful, and then dissecting it until it is no longer quiteas pretty. Like stripping the petals off a rose, so does the viper render themans words ugly and mangled. He could not replace them, no. But did he reallywant to? Did he want anyone who was anything like them?If someone lost a venomous snake who had taken refuge in their garden, the lastthing you can expect to hear is how that person went to then replace such apest. It was considered a good loss, wasn’t it? It was considered a lucky loss.There was relief in the absence of such a cruel creature. Being unique, being a person that was so different from the rest, that theycould not be replaced… well, it just didn’t mean they were anything worthkeeping. Now perhaps the man meant no such thing with his kind words, butperhaps he did. And the snake was always one to bite first. Golden eyes watchthe Uchiha, watch as he approaches.He’s been gone for so long. They have to wonder if the man merely finds them when he wants them, then conveniently loses them again when he grows bored. Only for the cycle to continue. They won’t be played for a fool however, even if their smile reflects none of these ill thoughts. 

“Lost me?” they repeat, their expression remaining an unsettling passive, “I’ve been in hiding my dear, not that such information should be very new, you’re a missing nin yourself, you know this game as well as I. But I was not under the impression I could ever out run someone such as the Uchiha prodigy.”They walk to him now, a slender hand placed on his arm as if it were nothing short of a warm greeting, “it makes me think you weren’t trying awfully hard to find me at all. No matter love, welcome back.”

[mindwalkerninja]

"You seem troubled," quietly he speaks so, for her ears only. the room's crowded with people and in between the mass of young adults Itachi sits there wondering where he's gone wrong in his life to deserve this: the smoke of cigarettes circling through the thick air and the smell of alcohol lingering. "Want some fresh air?"

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She was an open book- Ino knew that- however to have her emotions unmasked this easily was disconcerting. She hadn’t even realised that someone had even bothered to look for her in the midst of so much frivolity going on (Naruto and Kiba were loudly debating who would be the better Hokage).

When she glanced up to the owner of the voice, she was unsurprised. It was Sasuke’s older brother - seated not too far from where she had been chewing on her lower lip.

The florist tried to offer him a smile, but it fell short. She simply settled for a nod and rose from her seat.

“Fresh air would be great,” she confessed.

Ino felt sick.

The kind of sick that could not be cured by healing jutsu or medicine.

Confident as she was in her skill and prowess as a shinobi, her upbringing had some major faults in it too. Her father had indulged and sheltered her far too much and it was why she was facing this crisis right now.

 She had returned from a mission where her team had encountered some Sound Shinobi. One of her enemies had perished in an unfortunate way.

By the hands of their comrade. Whilst Ino had been inside their body.

She could still feel the myriad of the emotions of the dying kunoichi’s thoughts. Betrayal, anger… loathing…

The feeling still wouldn’t leave her. Maybe I’m losing my mind…

“Itachi-San… how far would you go for your village? To fulfill the mission?”

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[nezumivc103221]

"Hey. You come here often?" Good, classic. Not much thought put into that line, but it /was/ meant as a flirt. If speech can't tell, perhaps Mikaela's smile could, and his hand close to the other man's as he sits down next to him. "I'm Mikaela." And I'm thirsty beyond imagination.

Nezumi rapped his nails on the bar. In his other hand a glass was lazily sliding against the sleek surface, drawing circles that left a trail of wet on the marble. He was bored, had been for a while, days and days of boredom. He had a steady job. He had people to call if he wanted fun. He was in the middle of a pretty good book with an interesting plot. He had a decent enough landlord ( for once ) and yet he still sat here—bored out of his mind.

Humans are never satisfied. It was true, humans strived in difficult conditions and unfulfilled wishes. Humans loved to climb and fight and struggle and achieve. Humans—

“—hey,” Nezumi caught himself answering habitually, his body running on autopilot, but the presence of another still tore him out of the endless stream of thoughts about humanity and its desires, and he shifted his eyes towards the man who was held accountable for that.

“I’m Nezumi,” he replied, factual and simple, he blinked and as he did his gaze took in the other’s appearance.

Not a muscle in Nezumi’s expression shifted, but his eyes still changed, a flicker of recognition and knowing. “ … what do you want?” he asked and it was blatantly clear that what he was expecting was brutal honesty without any threat of backlash on Nezumi’s end.

He wasn’t here to laugh or reject. He just wanted to know.

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