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He remained motionless as the rude child repeated that they were his. Very well then, perhaps the younger canine was correct in that statement. He could understand the situation from that point of view, for if the protesting child believed that everything he found belonged to him, then it would be no trouble tagging along and continue this silly game. The other’s insistent rudeness made him no less encouraged to lower himself down to childish levels. There was no right or wrong he could defend, but he never sought to justify himself before others. They could see and judge all they wanted, for he was eternally free of guilt and shame.
”Well, now I found them, so they are mine.” he replied, uncaring and unfair. Bending down, he reached for one of the books. Flawed eyes remained with the young one though, for he was curios to see the reaction of the brat now when his treasure was jeopardized. He was always curios to see different minds work and execute actions, for there was so much to see. His position in this pack was set in stone, and though Itachi had yet to break the rules here, it did not necessarily mean that he followed and respected them. Perhaps Itachi had nothing better to do than to ruin the young boy’s day.
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