[For a guy who grew up surrounded by the green of the forest, the world colored in gray was beginning to sound so dull. It was raining, a light drizzle, and Itachi was kneeling before a weed sprouting from a crack on the cold concrete right below a rain gutter on the roof. The poor thing was being beaten down mercilessly until Itachi placed his
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[Yeah, he's still not forgetting about last time.]
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