[It's near the end of class, and Itachi can tell he's losing his students's interest ( Read more... )

[Ah, morning in Mayfield ( Read more... )

[He has been thinking about this very hard for a few days, now.

He eats mechanically, not tasting the food on his lips. His sleep is fitful and he dreams about a world he firmly believes he will never see again. His lessonplans are neglected; he can't seem to concentrate on such mundane things.]
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[It's Christmas Day!

In the kitchen at 1251 Williams, a lovely couple is bustling around making a fabulous Christmas dinner! Cranberry sauce is on the stove bubbling away, the lovely mother and wife is layering pie crust for her famous apple pies, and the doting husband is chopping sweet potatoes. Ahh, domestic bliss.]

Dear, would you please ( Read more... )

[Those who live on Williams Rd may see a man leaving his house shortly after returning home from work, carrying a bag and his school stuff ( Read more... )

[There is no frame of reference for this sort of thing in the ninja world. None at all. Gunpowder is only used for exploding tags and bombs. Guns are nonexistent. We fight with blades, with wire, with summoned creatures, with fists or with illusion. We do not fight with guns ( Read more... )

[It's like a horrible nightmare, and Itachi is hoping he will wake up soon ( Read more... )

[Some of the high schoolers may notice something a bit odd about their physics teacher ( Read more... )

[There's a stack of papers next to a thick textbook, but Itachi's not paying much attention to it; bad teacher, ignoring your students homework that they slaved over for so long! But he'll grade it later, probably stay up for it. Right now, he has more pressing worries on his mind ( Read more... )

[Itachi is sitting on the bumper of the family car, facing the house. One hand idly dribbles a familiar basketball, and the other holds the mysterious card from a few days ago ( Read more... )