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By some standards, the boy’s action had formed him into an adult, and he hungered for that acknowledgement from those around, but never seemed to gain it. Dissatisfaction churned within his pale chest, for patience was hard to obtain for him at such a young age. This alone should reveal to the boy too that he was far from a grown up creature, and the soul needed to mature as well as the physical vessel. His unique tendencies did not make him grander than anyone else, but he thought it should. Itachi had high thoughts of himself, but did not know how to improve his current situation. It was not unbearable the least, but he wanted satisfaction that he not yet could demand from his fellow pack mates. He belonged on the bottom and was expected to eat beetles and stomp his white paws against mud to pass time, but he refused to do so. He would submit to the rules here and try to fit in as they wished him to, but it was not something he did with enthusiasm.
The male before him was everything that the young hybrid was not, and it annoyed him that he would fight a losing battle for his queen’s attention. The woman with the emerald eyes treated him justly, but always seemed to mind his age. Itachi was territorial to a point, and he felt a need to prove himself to all, especially to the males. But again, his youth was a problem and there were no remedies for that except for time itself, but he was unwilling to sit and wait. Yet that was what he would have to do. How could such a young soul be so bitter already at this stage in his life? Gaze remained as the man spoke, and while the line of his mouth lengthened, it remained strictly horizontal without a hint of a curve to display emotion. ”And so you choose to speak those same words without the knowledge of truth?” he asked, voice spilling forth words in a relaxed manner as the boy took his time to fish up a well put together sentence. Childish blabber never got anyone anywhere.
He knew what he saw in the eyes of the adult male, and after a moment more, he did as he should; he allowed his gaze to drop down to ebony paws, barely visible in the dark blushing gray that suffocated this cave. ”Do you think I need to hear it?” It was an honest question, not one distorted by sarcasm or cheekiness. Was it necessary for him to turn his crimson gaze away from dreams and twinkling stones scattered across a sleeping sky? Did it mean nothing because he could not reach them? He sought the male’s opinion on this, and wrapped his tail closer to his body as a breath of chill arrived from the nearby entrance of the cave. The mountain’s underground depths remained temperate though, and he wondered if they would remain a similar temperature in another season where warmth poured from the sky from a strengthened sun.
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