Shisui's head was throbbing.
Groaning, he presses his left hand to his pulsing temple. It feels as if a tiny stone mason was chipping away at the inside of his skull.
He squints, the light pouring into his eyes and sending another spike of pain through his head. Where is he..?
Through the blurry haze of his delirium he can spot the neat furnishings of a living room. Pretty tidy and with the occasional living plant - he certainly isn't home.
He sits up slowly on what he notices is a couch and tries to figure out where he is. He vaguely remembers drinking. The lights of a bar, laughter of lighthearted strangers. But other than that? Blackness.
Great, really. Itachi would beat his ass if he found out he passed out in a street somewhere. His captain would too, for being so reckless. He wasn't usually this dumb. But last night...he needed it.
@kagami--uchiha
