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Itachi had learned that enemies were easier to gather than friends, and had adjusted his overall perspective of his surrounding to include a higher level of self preservation. Nothing should have become of this coincidental meeting, but as her voice breathed his name into the sweet air, he felt his body stiffen just slightly as it reached his hybrid ears. Red eyes tainted by a sunset’s lilac blush lifted to the departing back of the woman. Her attention seemed to have abandoned him already, and he wondered if there would be a day where a stranger would insert a dagger into her back and paint the ivory coat moist and red.
He turned around, though did not step after her. The scene was quiet, and unless she was dimmer than he anticipated, she would hear and heed his words. Perhaps she thought she knew him, but she didn’t, and he did not know her. Either way, Anathema was a closed off chapter. ”It would be wise of you to forget that name.” It was a warning. Itachi could afford to take chances, though he was a careful evil that preferred to remain invisible if possible. He did not value life as common moral demanded, and would not struggle against the choice of ending her if he thought it could be to his advantage.
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