[Itachi had felt this brewing all day, which is why the windows of the house were covered to the best of his ability and the cats had long since been relocated to the basement.
There were safer places than this, but he needed to be sure he could be found.
What little there was of the garden had been stowed away that morning when his bond with the filial spirit of water had caused a tingle down the back of his neck. Sight is the only sense Itachi lacks, and he makes up for it in every other way possible.
He listens on the journal for warnings, ready to give his own if they don't come about, but only as a last resort.]
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There were safer places than this, but he needed to be sure he could be found.
What little there was of the garden had been stowed away that morning when his bond with the filial spirit of water had caused a tingle down the back of his neck. Sight is the only sense Itachi lacks, and he makes up for it in every other way possible.
He listens on the journal for warnings, ready to give his own if they don't come about, but only as a last resort.]