April 17, 2016

Pinwheels

I slowly leaned over the figure slumped against the dungeon wall, and blew a small puff of air. Itachi's bangs fluttered above his face daintily. I smirked. Puff. Puff. He stayed sound asleep as I played with his silky locks, his brow furrowing with the tickle of each breath. Cute. But while that was fun and all, I started to get impatient.

Extending one slim finger towards the shinobi's nose, I gently rested it upon the tip. A mischievous grin spread across my face. And then, I charged my finger with a C-rank raiton jutsu.

"Augh!" The missing nin shot up, jerking against the binds as his eyelids flared open to reveal a violent ruby sharigan. I withdrew my finger hastily. His vision sharply came into focus, and I stepped back.

Itachi's doujutsu flickered, then abruptly cut off, leaving the boy with a smashing headache. I'm guessing that's when he realized his chakra was zapped.

"Who are you?" His voice was gritty and raspy, most likely from waking up so suddenly. Or maybe from the chakra-draining venom I forced down his throat while he was sleeping. Ha. Itachi swallowed thickly, then continued to interrogate me. "And where am I?"

Priorities, boy. You'd think ninja would first ask where their chakra, their hope of escaping, has gone before guessing who's lovely home they're in and who's the generous host. Is this what Konoha teaches their shinobi?

However, I grin, baring my incisors in maybe a tad bit more threatening manner than necessary, and lean against the cold stone wall. "Akane, remember? I'm your new partner."

I could see the slight glow as he checked his chakra reserves. I don't think he'd be happy with what little's left.

Surely enough, his face contorts into a frown, although for Uchiha, that's their everyday face. So I guess his expression hardly changed at all.

"Then why am I bound? And in here?"

"You used to be in your bedroom. Then Leader-sama decided that you might be melodramatic during introductions," his lip twitched downwards, "so we moved you down here. And gave you sedatives."

"Why though? For introductions?" I sighed impatiently, then activated my three tomoe sharigan. "This look familiar?"

Itachi stiffened. He look like an Uchiha popsicle for a second, frozen in place with disbelief or something alike, then flailed a little before gaining composure. "You're an Uchiha? But… how?"

"That story's for another day. But just so you know," I winked one ruby eye in exaggeration, "I'm the real deal." He scowled.

"But anyways, enough about me." I crossed my arms and leaned in closer, making him blink uncomfortably, "I need to know about you. Affinity, sharigan, and other abilities you didn't use in the spar."

Itachi seemed to think about it, but started talking. 'Good boy.'

"My main affinity is katon, but I know several B-rank raiton and doton. I have the Mangekyou, but I have not trained with it, and I know basic iryo ninjutsu."

'He's decent,' I mused, before pulling out a uniform and handing it to him. "Okay, that's it. You can go put this on." I used a seal to undo the chains.

Itachi looked faintly surprised, but complied obediently.

"'Kay, well, I need to go report. Behave."

"That will not be necessary." Pain passed through the doorway, strolling into the dungeon. "The introductions went well?"

"Geez, knock next time, Dad," I joked before hitting him on the shoulder, just hard enough to remind him that I'm a kunoichi, and we don't react well to surprises. "But yeah, they did. He has basic iryo ninjutsu, which should come in handy."

"Dad?"

"..."

We both ignored the shinobi in the corner.