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He had not taken time to investigate the slight change embracing the stranger’s face before he had turned away. Eyes did not quickly forget what they saw, and as he quietly stepped with his eyes stretching out across the scenery before him, he could just as easily see the fine appearance of shock found on the still picture of a behemoth face in his mind. The other knew something that Itachi didn’t, and it was soon made clear by the same voice. The Lykoi’s pace slowed down to a natural halt. How could he walk away with a question of such a nature hanging in the air between them? The young male tilted his head slightly as gaze slowly fell to the ground, watching memories with the sickly sweet odour of wet red.
”You insinuate that he is no more,” the quiet voice mused, wondering if his father’s subordinates had been so quick to accept their leader’s disappearance. Itachi knew truly little of the man that had started life inside his mother, but he had learned much using his name only. The young man turned, lifting to again settle on the face of the strange man dressed in metal, on top of a horse. The rabbit’s blood was cool now, and beyond his focus he could hear the soft sound of heavy drops against the forest floor. A shame. But the older brute had obtained what he wanted; the flawed hybrid’s quiet attention.
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