Thread: Bound by Blood (captain levi & Razz)

Itachi wasn't the least bit surprised when Konan appeared seemingly out of nowhere, although to the trained sense, he had sensed even the minute palpitations of her blood coursing through her steadily beating heart. It just took a while to detect where she would physically appear, but her presence, as always, was welcomed. Thank you, Konan, he murmured with a slight bow of his head. Sasuke arrived just in time. That phrase was an understatement because Sasuke had exceeded his expectations by arriving literally just minutes after he was stabbed. He looked upon the spot she had just been after she vanished, mustering up an airy chuckle at what Sasuke considered a predicament. It's not so bad, he assured him in the most brotherly way he knew how, a tone of voice he himself wasn't adjusted to. It was strange being so stoic and callous to the Akatsuki but tender and compassionate to his own brother, although both sides were of the same coin and he only showed he cared in different ways. Itachi then remembered what Sasuke had asked, about how he had felt connected enough to feel the burn of his pain as if they shared one body. The Akatsuki are tethered to each other in similar ways. By feeding on each other for sustenance, we also gain their energy that flows infinitely through us. Depending on how strong that bond is, the more we're able to feel of the other person's emotions... and occasionally pain, he explained. It was a reliable tactic to use when notifying the Akatsuki of imminent danger but it was also a way to truly link souls with the individuals that were of importance. Sasuke, despite being a newborn vampire, was still able to feel Itachi's pain. We're brothers. Even if we weren't vampires, it's natural for us to share our suffering, perhaps not particularly in this way. When the pair approached the manor, Kisame and Deidara greeted them at the entrance. They had only let their guard down after Kisame felt that all was right with Itachi's energy, which meant that the squirt had gotten there in time to execute the older Uchiha's plan seamlessly. Kisame knew, of course, that the whole scene had been for the sole purpose of proving to the Akatsuki and himself that Sasuke's ties with Danzo had been severed completely. It certainly helped to ease the tension in the clan, especially among the few Akatsuki members that believed Sasuke had every intention to turn on them. It would still take some time for some of them to warm up to Sasuke, just like it had taken years for Pain and Hidan to even breathe the same air as Itachi. Sasori? he asked Deidara, ignoring the concerned glances his bloody outfit received. Here, they're medicinal herbs and mushrooms. You know what to do with them. He transferred the satchel of medicines from Sasuke to Deidara, confident that the blonde would be able to heal Sasori in no time at all with the knowledge every Akatsuki had acquired from Itachi's brief lectures on toxicology and basic medicinal procedures. After briefing Kisame on what had happened, he retired to his bedroom with Sasuke. Do you want your own bedroom, Sasuke? he asked purely out of concern that his younger sibling might not like having to be cooped up in the same bedroom as him, although the space was more than accommodating for two people. I can have that arranged for you. None of the Akatsuki spent more than an hour or two to rest, but private bedrooms were certainly useful to have some time alone. Without another word, Itachi pulled the tight black shirt he wore over his head, the sticky residue of his blood clinging to to his perfectly healed skin. Not even a scar was left where he had been speared, but blotches of crimson remained. So, have you decided? he asked, tugging on a new cotton shirt that was a bit more loose than the first one he wore. Your next course of action. Are you planning to stay here, with me?