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Fingers tipped in black skimmed along the edges of each scroll, the dull thud of his sandals against the wooden floor seemed to echo. He had always found comfort in the heady scent of parchment and drying ink, it brought him back to memories he had long thought lost. Since childhood, he had sought out the comfort that came from books and scrolls, no matter how rough life had become. Legends of the oldest times, he learned plenty from what had been found in Konoha, but since joining the Akatsuki he had discovered so many more topics.
It was because of his younger brother he ended up here now, buried away, hidden from the world of ninja. His steps came to a sudden halt, eyes slanted down to the book in his hand. The spine rested in his palm, his eyes scanned over mentioned legend. "The History of the Shikon No Tama" each word fell off his tongue easily, the emotionless intone not seeming to make anyone else flinch, most of them were use it. Nimble fingers pressed the book closed, setting it aside to free up his hands, he wanted to know more about this, the basics given in the book were minimal, unsatisfactory. Plucking scroll after scroll from the shelves, he inspected each one, skimming words to ensure that they were about the Shikon.
Book forgotten, Itachi Uchiha silently left the collection of books, nodding silently to Hidan who had allowed him access to the wealth of knowledge. Wandering through the halls to his own solitary chamber, he carefully aligned the scrolls on his dresser. Selecting the first, he found a comfortable spot in the window sill, prying loose the bindings. In the lazy heat of a quiet summer afternoon, the elder of the Uchiha brothers sought his comfort in the knowledge the scroll held.
