a hitcher on a road alone and lost
Who: yourhatred, its_troublesome, and possibly savethelastchip
What: Puberty in thirty seconds, or a certain mallynapping result wears off.
When: Thursday night.
Where: Team 10 +/-1 temp headquarters.
Rating: pg-13
It started as an ache in his limbs that made it difficult to sleep. That same ache gradually worsened into a throbbing pain. Then finally, he felt as if his limbs were being torn apart, stretched painfully from his body. His eyes watered, and he bit his lower lip to keep from crying out in pain. No one needed to know. No one should know. That was how it had always been.
How what had always been?
Itachi tore off the clothes he was wearing before his growing body caused them to choke or strangle him. Fingers clawed at the blankets of the bed, the nails of one hand finding the wall and tearing at the paint. But aside from that and his harsh breathing he remained quiet. He didn't scream, he didn't cry out.
His body slowly returned to the age and size it had been before his kidnapping, his hair lengthening and falling untied around his shoulders. The ninja's memories were a jumbled mess - the past week or more, his original childhood, the proper memories that came after. His eyesight left him again, bathing everything in nothingness.
When the transformation was complete, Itachi sat slumped on the bed, panting, his head in one hand, with just enough sense to cover himself partly with the blanket. There was little chance, despite the lack of screams, that the others in the apartment hadn't heard anything.
What: Puberty in thirty seconds, or a certain mallynapping result wears off.
When: Thursday night.
Where: Team 10 +/-1 temp headquarters.
Rating: pg-13
It started as an ache in his limbs that made it difficult to sleep. That same ache gradually worsened into a throbbing pain. Then finally, he felt as if his limbs were being torn apart, stretched painfully from his body. His eyes watered, and he bit his lower lip to keep from crying out in pain. No one needed to know. No one should know. That was how it had always been.
How what had always been?
Itachi tore off the clothes he was wearing before his growing body caused them to choke or strangle him. Fingers clawed at the blankets of the bed, the nails of one hand finding the wall and tearing at the paint. But aside from that and his harsh breathing he remained quiet. He didn't scream, he didn't cry out.
His body slowly returned to the age and size it had been before his kidnapping, his hair lengthening and falling untied around his shoulders. The ninja's memories were a jumbled mess - the past week or more, his original childhood, the proper memories that came after. His eyesight left him again, bathing everything in nothingness.
When the transformation was complete, Itachi sat slumped on the bed, panting, his head in one hand, with just enough sense to cover himself partly with the blanket. There was little chance, despite the lack of screams, that the others in the apartment hadn't heard anything.