The boy was laid out on his back and bleeding, clutching his abdomen. There were multiple puncture wounds. The blood had already soaked through his shirt. He wouldn’t die, of course, but it was just the right amount of pain to keep him down for a bit, enough to let him really savor the memory of fingernails as they slid under his skin and pulled. This was all expected.
The girl, however was a slight complication; picking herself off of the ground on shaky feet. She passed a thumb over the longest gash in her thigh, and by the red welt left in its place, Itachi recognized her for a med nin. When she shuddered, her head bobbed slightly, and from the brief flicker of a nearly solid white under her eyelashes he knew she was a Hyuga as well. An unusual combination of attributes, but nothing that couldn’t be easily dealt with. Hyuga were notoriously well known for looking their opponents in the eyes.
Except that she didn’t, not immediately, her attention diverted to the boy behind her. She nearly fell to her knees all over again, a lip trembling and breathing a name in a voice that sounded as fragile as the glass they’d both been thrown through. She was not, Itachi noted, the standard Hyuga fare, which he recalled were bony but well muscled breed (not unlike his own, something that made sense, given their clan’s brief intermingled history), proud and highly excitable. The arrogance usually came off of them in waves. This one was rounded and humbled, fraught with concern, with soft looking hands that clenched as she turned. She kept her nose low, and her bangs cast shadows across her face.
"I can’t let you," she panted, steeling herself all too visibly, fingers interlocked and the veins rising under her eyes. So she intended to make a stand. Somewhat irritating, but predictable. The girl had the sense not to charge him, at least. Itachi approached slowly, letting her take in every step with those eyes of hers, giving her fear a chance to grow. He was not particularly impressed. The Hyuga were obsolete.
"You wish…" he whispered. "To protect him?"
He was a step away from her, and the dread practically hung like a stench in the air. It was something like decay. "Yes." And her voice was choked, but determined. So many were before they died.
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Re: Marina
Date: 2003-08-30 06:59 am (UTC)The girl, however was a slight complication; picking herself off of the ground on shaky feet. She passed a thumb over the longest gash in her thigh, and by the red welt left in its place, Itachi recognized her for a med nin. When she shuddered, her head bobbed slightly, and from the brief flicker of a nearly solid white under her eyelashes he knew she was a Hyuga as well. An unusual combination of attributes, but nothing that couldn’t be easily dealt with. Hyuga were notoriously well known for looking their opponents in the eyes.
Except that she didn’t, not immediately, her attention diverted to the boy behind her. She nearly fell to her knees all over again, a lip trembling and breathing a name in a voice that sounded as fragile as the glass they’d both been thrown through. She was not, Itachi noted, the standard Hyuga fare, which he recalled were bony but well muscled breed (not unlike his own, something that made sense, given their clan’s brief intermingled history), proud and highly excitable. The arrogance usually came off of them in waves. This one was rounded and humbled, fraught with concern, with soft looking hands that clenched as she turned. She kept her nose low, and her bangs cast shadows across her face.
"I can’t let you," she panted, steeling herself all too visibly, fingers interlocked and the veins rising under her eyes. So she intended to make a stand. Somewhat irritating, but predictable. The girl had the sense not to charge him, at least. Itachi approached slowly, letting her take in every step with those eyes of hers, giving her fear a chance to grow. He was not particularly impressed. The Hyuga were obsolete.
"You wish…" he whispered. "To protect him?"
He was a step away from her, and the dread practically hung like a stench in the air. It was something like decay. "Yes." And her voice was choked, but determined. So many were before they died.
"Hm." Itachi said, and reached for her throat.