"Let's go to a rave."
Characters: Any people with the Uchiha name. Sorry, not this time, Sai♥.
Setting [time/place]: Home sweet home.
Brief summary: Itachi plus boredom and slow relatives. What does that equal? An irritated Itachi. And that's definitely not a good thing.
Rating: Sasuke might curse a bit, who knows. Oh, wait, he barely talks in general. I guess PG.
Itachi's head hurt.
It was a dull, throbbing pain that really wasn't much at all, but it was there, and that's what mattered. He swallowed his glass of water thickly, eyes lingering around the room, searching out any of the house's usual inhabitants. When none seemed to show themselves, Itachi's grip tightened upon the cooled surface of his glass. They had to leave in about five minutes to make the schedule, and if that was missed, Itachi would not be very happy.
"Oi, Sasuke!" he called, narrowing his eyes instinctually in the direction of the stairs that his younger brother had yet to appear on, packed and ready to walk out the door. Shisui and Obito were also missing from the picture, and it was slowly driving Itachi up a nearby wall.
He was packed and ready, one suitcase leaning heavily into his leg and a slightly smaller duffle bag strung over his shoulder, containing the smaller items, while the clothes were folded away in the first bag.
And, steadily, Itachi was growing impatient.
Setting [time/place]: Home sweet home.
Brief summary: Itachi plus boredom and slow relatives. What does that equal? An irritated Itachi. And that's definitely not a good thing.
Rating: Sasuke might curse a bit, who knows. Oh, wait, he barely talks in general. I guess PG.
Itachi's head hurt.
It was a dull, throbbing pain that really wasn't much at all, but it was there, and that's what mattered. He swallowed his glass of water thickly, eyes lingering around the room, searching out any of the house's usual inhabitants. When none seemed to show themselves, Itachi's grip tightened upon the cooled surface of his glass. They had to leave in about five minutes to make the schedule, and if that was missed, Itachi would not be very happy.
"Oi, Sasuke!" he called, narrowing his eyes instinctually in the direction of the stairs that his younger brother had yet to appear on, packed and ready to walk out the door. Shisui and Obito were also missing from the picture, and it was slowly driving Itachi up a nearby wall.
He was packed and ready, one suitcase leaning heavily into his leg and a slightly smaller duffle bag strung over his shoulder, containing the smaller items, while the clothes were folded away in the first bag.
And, steadily, Itachi was growing impatient.