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His cave remained empty and naked in the scarce light of sparkling flames. The songbird would die here, and he was the one that had forced her into the cage and closed the door. But this place had never been his; not really. It wasn’t hers either, and for the first time, another creature’s opinion had managed to creep beneath his skin and grant him a new infection that could seethe and burn beyond the flesh. But he belonged to no place, and the silvery shaded bird would soon be able to spread her wings again and fly far away from this place. She belonged with the sun and would wither in cruel darkness.
The flawed child of Inferni turned away from the sleeping girl and paced out of his dwelling on soundless feet. But he had no urge to wander far from her, for a light sense of paranoia clung to him like a lover would, and there were canines within these tunnels that he did not trust. This girl did not belong here, and it was only a matter of time before someone would speak up. Itachi would await their reaction and act accordingly. While he was not a physically impressive male, his mind knew determination well. He was a lonesome child wandering in the direction he pleased, but armed with devotion he would never stop.
He took a seat outside the mouth of his cave. Sunset eyes closed off from the world, but the dark underground had improved other, vital senses to be more aware of what happened around him.
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