Well this is interesting.
"Maybe you should prove it, Uchiha. Seems Ino here wouldn’t mind acting the eye-witness."
"I will not dignify that with a response."
Here we have some
dorksweasels playing in the snow.
"Do I look like the sort to shy at difficulties?" he shot back, quirking an eyebrow. All cool and collected, it reminded him of Jugo. Not the familial Jugo who he could poke and prod at with fear of repercussion, heating up the situation— no, this joker was all porcelain and no steel.
Still, he’d heard enough to tempt him further.
"Bazz-B. Sternritter ‘H’." Better to get the introductions out of the way with well and truly. Besides, it was always good to boast.
"Why’d you kill your family?"
Tact was never one of Bazz-B’s strongest suit, and now it was even worse given how his mood had fouled. Better to get to the bottom of things rather quickly though. Prolonged conversation might lead to violence. On his own part of course. He’d sooner force the other to action instead of verbal warfare.
Itachi paused, his dusting of the leather-bound volume postponed.
Rather than offering an answer to the question, he fixed Bazz with an arctic cold stare. That had never been one of his fondest of subjects.
Although with the frequency in which the residents here had chosen to present him with it, it was almost as though they were determined to acclimate him to the change. To speak of it on a regular basis. So far, they hadn’t had much luck on the matter.
Not a single word of it had ever been spoken aloud.
"Is none of your business." And he had been quite willing to maintain a completely civil conversation too. "Keep out of it."
"It’s excellent to hear you’re well," she, well, chirped. If the mass murderer could be polite so could she, dammit, or she would die trying. Possibly very literally. Facing Itachi it was very hard incorporating what she knew he’d done with how he acted. Maybe that was the point, but it honestly seemed he was as put off by this encounter as herself - she supposed most people ran screaming from S-rank nukenin.
Nara Yoshino didn’t run screaming away from anything. Toward now - well her son and husband had enough stories about those situations.
"I hope I’m not interrupting anything?"
"Not at all Itachi-kun," she said, "or do you prefer san, now?” he was certainly older than thirteen - and even at 13 using kun had been a little disingenuous, she’d felt. Needs must, however. Part of her wondered if technically she shouldn’t be using Uchiha-san - but well he’d kind of killed all the other Uchihas, bar his brother, so she doubted he was all that attached to the name. “I was just exploring, getting to know the layout, that sort of thing.”
"… You may address me with either one you prefer- whichever you are more comfortable with, Yoshino-san."
Although -san would be more appropriate. -kun seemed, well… He didn’t know, really. He supposed that after all this time, he was far more accustomed to being referred with an honorific more associated with polite distance than the rest, if not being addressed without a title attached at all.
Itachi waited for a moment longer, undecided on how to proceed from here.
Anything more would only give cause for more cracks to show in their already strained conversation. As such…
"… Well, I suppose I should be on my way. If you require assistance for anything, do make me aware." He paused. No, that didn’t sound quite right; he must have grown a bit too used to exchanging pleasantries here. More could have been said, but rather than uttering any of it, Itachi decided against the notion. He had said enough. "—Till next."
Scoffing, his thumb and forefinger lit on fire as he again lined up a shot at one of the school’s heartthrobs. “That more to your liking?” How often did you take a shot at someone with the intention of being polite? Being cramped was souring his mood, but so did people who acted cool. Bazz-B was about heath through-and-through.
Closing the distance, he sat next to the other, getting a good look at him. “Uchiha Itachi, right?” A big shot among the Shinobi as far as he could tell. The name had brought as much joy as it had fear when he mentioned it to others. And as always, rumours.
"Students, teachers— you. It’s hard being forced into a room with a bunch of punks you don’t like and being expected to play nice." Especially because of a snow he couldn’t melt! That should have been punishment enough. Bazz-B had had years to make friends with his fellow Quincies, and he lived with them. He didn’t care to start with this lost. So, better to make the most of his time here. “Your a bad guy, right? According to the majority?”
Itachi had not answered when the other asked if he preferred the flames over none at all. Instead, he merely raised an eyebrow at the sight; being from a clan that is naturally affiliated with fire-natured chakra, this was not the first time he had witnessed anyone create it on their own.
So he kept silent, slightly wary as the man chose to seat himself beside him. He may not have been as closed off as he had been in the past, but he was still quite careful. Of course- and as the world of Shinigami and the like is filled with multiple complications and conflict, all the more reason to. Therefore, until Itachi knew where his allegiance laid, it would be best to remain cautious at all times.
"… That can be left up to your judgement."
"Although I do suggest you avoid associating yourself with me if you’d prefer not to get involved with any difficulties.
But yes… My name is Uchiha Itachi. And yourself?”
うちはイタチ- Uchiha Itachi
✎:For two confessions from my muse to yours.
"You’d probably get laid a lot easier if you were less of robot, dude. Maybe sleep a little more too, yeah? Bloody zombie-robot-ninja."
★:For my muse’s biggest accomplishment.
"That one is a toss up— getting promoted to Sternritter ‘H’ was a pretty big deal."
"Then again, nullifying that old Captain Commander’s piss weak flames was kind of fun."∞:For something/someone I love infinitely.
"Fire. A burning inferno, reducing everything to ash and then burning even that. There’s nothing a red-hot cinder can’t solve."
—Itachi opened his mouth, not at all appreciative of the remark that Bazz had just made- when he chose to close it instead.
No, no. He was not going to bother arguing with the man.
"… Thank you."
For something/someone I love infinitely.
Did Itachi really have to ask?
For my muse’s biggest accomplishment.
Mastering chakra manipulation.
For two confessions from my muse to yours.
"Itachi…. even when I hated you- I never really hated you. And… although haha and chichi are gone… I’m glad I’m not alone anymore."
For something that keeps my muse calm in a moment of weakness.
Although slightly distracted, he still was paying enough attention to attempt to soothe the child.
Would he really?