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[Private]
Hello world, I am dead.
I am watching life go on without me.
I hear it rained that day. How terribly dramatic. Makes up for the lack of weeping at my funeral, though honestly, I am quite proud of a few people there, their reactions, or lack thereof. I am proud of... Sasuke. He was strong. But he could have been stronger. At least he is looking better now than the day I found him. It shows me he will heal no matter what life throws at him. He truly is an Uchiha.
It’s now been two days since the funeral, if you include today. Two days since I was pulled from that silk lined casket. Two days since I was, in a sense, brought back to life.
So this is what it means to be the living dead.
This is what it means to fall and rise from the ashes whence I fell.
I had a very long dream while sleeping; it seemed never ending. On a floating raft made of old wood I stood with my little brother, with Sasuke. It was night, pitch black all around, not one star in the sky. We were drifting on a slow current down a wide river surrounded by black forest, the rope that once tied us to the bank now severed. I held a knife in my hand. My brother’s back was to me; he refused to face me. I told him he had but two choices. He could try to kill me or he could jump into the black water, risk the unknown, and try to swim against the current. And for some time we drifted, and for some time I awaited his answer. I awoke before I received his full answer, but I distinctly recall him calling me by my name, not by the affectionate brotherly term I am so used to hearing him say to me.
Itachi. No longer nii-san.
And I think to myself, ‘But of course. You are dead, Itachi. The dead have no brothers. The dead have no family. The dead do not even have themselves.’
What I do have is... unfinished business.
I suppose that I will haunt this world until I have completed it, or until it completes me.
[/Private]
[Akatsuki]
Day two.
Time flies when you’re having fun, ne?
I have taken up residence down at the harbor in a houseboat along the far end of the docks. The name of the boat is Fenikkusu, or Phoenix in Japanese. To conceal myself I am living in disguise, and also under cover of the alias Yoshida Taki, a photographer and website journalist. I have purchased a new cell phone for contact purposes. The number is as follows: [insert number here]
That said, if I am needed you know where to find me. In the meantime I will be doing whatever I can to dig up any information on Aizen and Gin that is not already known to us. Also, I will see if I can uncover any information on Orihime’s whereabouts.
Deidara, Kisame, if Kurenai should need any assistance with Sasuke or any help for herself, I ask for you to lend her a hand. My mind will be upon other things, and there’s nothing more I can do for either of them now besides.
It seems for now our plan to attack Aizen’s home will be set on the back burner, but in the meantime keep an eye out and keep your guards up.
Deidara, remember what I told you before.
[/Akatsuki]
Hello world, I am dead.
I am watching life go on without me.
I hear it rained that day. How terribly dramatic. Makes up for the lack of weeping at my funeral, though honestly, I am quite proud of a few people there, their reactions, or lack thereof. I am proud of... Sasuke. He was strong. But he could have been stronger. At least he is looking better now than the day I found him. It shows me he will heal no matter what life throws at him. He truly is an Uchiha.
It’s now been two days since the funeral, if you include today. Two days since I was pulled from that silk lined casket. Two days since I was, in a sense, brought back to life.
So this is what it means to be the living dead.
This is what it means to fall and rise from the ashes whence I fell.
I had a very long dream while sleeping; it seemed never ending. On a floating raft made of old wood I stood with my little brother, with Sasuke. It was night, pitch black all around, not one star in the sky. We were drifting on a slow current down a wide river surrounded by black forest, the rope that once tied us to the bank now severed. I held a knife in my hand. My brother’s back was to me; he refused to face me. I told him he had but two choices. He could try to kill me or he could jump into the black water, risk the unknown, and try to swim against the current. And for some time we drifted, and for some time I awaited his answer. I awoke before I received his full answer, but I distinctly recall him calling me by my name, not by the affectionate brotherly term I am so used to hearing him say to me.
Itachi. No longer nii-san.
And I think to myself, ‘But of course. You are dead, Itachi. The dead have no brothers. The dead have no family. The dead do not even have themselves.’
What I do have is... unfinished business.
I suppose that I will haunt this world until I have completed it, or until it completes me.
[/Private]
[Akatsuki]
Day two.
Time flies when you’re having fun, ne?
I have taken up residence down at the harbor in a houseboat along the far end of the docks. The name of the boat is Fenikkusu, or Phoenix in Japanese. To conceal myself I am living in disguise, and also under cover of the alias Yoshida Taki, a photographer and website journalist. I have purchased a new cell phone for contact purposes. The number is as follows: [insert number here]
That said, if I am needed you know where to find me. In the meantime I will be doing whatever I can to dig up any information on Aizen and Gin that is not already known to us. Also, I will see if I can uncover any information on Orihime’s whereabouts.
Deidara, Kisame, if Kurenai should need any assistance with Sasuke or any help for herself, I ask for you to lend her a hand. My mind will be upon other things, and there’s nothing more I can do for either of them now besides.
It seems for now our plan to attack Aizen’s home will be set on the back burner, but in the meantime keep an eye out and keep your guards up.
Deidara, remember what I told you before.
[/Akatsuki]