@fowleyes​  {  kakashi  }.

he  feels  dizzy.  it’s  unfortunately  a  very  familiar  feeling  --  waking  up  while  suffering  from  chakra  exhaustion.  his  body  feels  heavy  ,  his  mind  sluggish.  he’s  not  --  for  the  first  few  seconds  ,  he  doesn’t  quite  remember  what  could  have  caused  his  state  ,  and  then  the  memory  hits.  

(  crow  had  been  hit  with  a  lucky  blow  ,  and  one  of  their  opponents  had  been  about  to  kill  him  ,  and  fox  was  too  far  ,  and  kakashi  wasn’t  going  to  let  another  one  of  his  comrades  die  ,  and  obito’s  eye  grew  painful  and  he  could  feel  it  spin  as  the  shinobi  who  had  been  about  to  kill  itachi’s  arms  gush  out  in  a  haze  of  blood.  the  last  thing  kakashi  had  seen  was  the  blood  splashing  on  crow’s  mask  before  his  vision  became  black  ).  

...  it’s  unlikely  that  they  were  captured  as  he’s  pretty  sure  their  opponents  wanted  to  kill  them.  so  ,  after  kakashi  passed  out  ,  itachi  must  have  killed  the  rest  of  their  opponents.  he  opens  his  eye  and  sees  itachi  sitting  down  beside  him  ,  eyes  steady  on  kakashi’s  face.  kakashi  lets  out  a  breath  before  fox  orders  ,  ‘  sitrep.  ’  (  whatever  question  that  itachi  wants  to  ask  from  his  expression  can  wait  until  crow  reports  ).

❝ Oh? If you're going to keep following me, the least you can do. . .is a better job.❞ The man's tone was devoid of irritation. Curiosity lighting black irises as he stared at nothing yet fully aware of his surroundings. A Sage was always in tune with the nature around him -- the animals of the wood had stopped their moving about. From the feel of this person's chakra, they were not to be taken lightly but neither was he. The Second experiment, an Inner member and one of the top three strongest of Kara. It seemed Konohagakure had some. . .surprising shinobi. Why had he come back? It's as if. . .something tied him, his soul, to this place.

@fowleyes | sc.

TARGET   :   UCHIHA, ITACHI. LOCATION   :   @fowleyes​​​​​ ASSIGNMENT   :   otherwise prompted. ENCRYPTED   :    setting prompt : 041.   the street of an unfamiliar city at night .

        she has some level of trust in itachi, though she can’t explain why - something about him just feels easy to trust, like he knows what he’s doing. she’s confident he couldn’t hurt her, less confident that he wouldn’t try. she imagines if push came to shove, she may not be the top of his priority list. that’s fine.

      she follows him willingly, goes where he goes and heeds when he calls and for one reason or another, that subdued loyalty has brought them to these city streets. well - lit, populated, even and yet, there is still an uneasy shiver down her spine, like something about this city and its inhabitants aren’t quite right. her home possessed so sight like this, this bustling night time, these open late businesses and all the people coming and going and coming again. everywhere she’d ever been, settled down in had been quiet. nothing good had ever come of quiet, but she doesn’t feel that this liveliness is any better.

      ❝   when did you say we’d be done with this, again?   ❞

“ my mind is made up. ”

"Come on Itachi, you know I don't want to fight you. " Though Kakashi forces his voice to remain impossibly relaxed, he still feels his heart beat flutter with a burning irregularity. It threatens to burst from his ribcage & roll around in the dirt, squelching in its desperate, pathetic little way as it tried to get away from the situation as quickly as possible. When Kakashi had heard of what Itachi had done, he had insisted upon pursuing his former teammate. He didn't know that he could talk him down from whatever had passed him to wipe out his clan, but Kakashi thought that he at least knew his capabilities well enough to stand a chance. Kakashi wonders, briefly, if Fugaku's blood is still under Itachi's fingernails. ( why does his stomach turn at the idea? )

He had stumbled upon him near the edge of the land of fire, when Kakashi was beginning to fear that he may have been too late. He wonders, vaguely, if Itachi had allowed him to find him.... if there was some kind of plea for peace, somewhere deep inside of him. Maybe he regretted what he did. The desire to come home could be tempting, regardless of what that meant. It was a silly sentiment, a testament to idealism but.... Kakashi did not want to see Itachi go, regardless of his sins. still, he had never guessed the boy would raise a hand against his clansmen. He was prepared to fight if Itachi raised a hand to him, as well. he stretches casually, though his hand lingers close to his anbu-appointed blade. It was a graceful weapon, but totally unlike the ones his father had made. still, it would have to do.

He releases a breath he didn't know he was holding, gaze unwavering. Sharingan already activated, he doesn't think this is going to end well. He keeps his voice terribly cold, " But I will if that's what I have to do. "

undertale starters! || @fowleyes

the boss has been shuffling them all across the map, from country to country and hideout to hideout; it's almost time to put the BIG PLAN in motion, and deidara gets the impression the old guard is in a hurry to tie up any loose ends before things are set in motion. sasori hasn't said as much, but he's pretty sure they've visited several haunts and spies that aren't actually strictly akatsuki business.

which is why it's almost startling to come across itachi in a base deidara had thought otherwise abandoned. he hides his surprise beneath his cloak collar, but his one visible eye narrows in suspicion.

" what are you doing here? " / @fowleyes

@fowleyes | starter.

Porcelain mask sits on the side of his head, not properly covering his face as it was supposed to but that was his own doings that left it this way of course. Feet kick from where he sits on this branch over the head of another, violet eyes staring down at the black cloak with those red clouds. Call it a burst of nostalgia that led him to conversation first before a fight ( it was inevitable they'd have to fight as he was anbu and the uchiha was missing - nin ).

❝ You're really living this missing - nin lifestyle up huh, Uchiha Itachi ? ❞ He had been concealing his chakra before speaking but there was no doubt in his mind that the other prodigy who had once been anbu as well had noticed his presence well before he'd spoken up.

❝ Leaving a mess in your wake, kinda not fair y'know. We have to clean up messes that are made. ❞ Is he speaking of the massacre, is he speaking of any current messes being made by the uchiha or is he perhaps just speaking of the uchiha himself ? Well, that was up to Itachi to decide.

plotted starter // @fowleyes​

The mission was simple, albeit dangerous — track down the Akatsuki to gain intelligence on the organization shrouded in mystery. She was well aware of the risks the mission posed and of just how strong the members of the clouded organization were. She had first had experience going toe-to-toe with a member, and fighting another was something she had wanted to avoid if possible. The smell of smoke and blood prompted her to stop; the carnage etched into the earth indicated a battle. Emerald orbs cautiously glanced around the battlefield, looking for any signs of life and signs of danger. 

She watched a figure falling to its knees from a distance, coughing violently; the haze and smoke made it unclear who it was. Without so much as an ounce of hesitation, she quickly made her way to the individual, her hand stopping short of his shoulders — Uchiha Itachi. He was the last person she expected to see, especially in such a weakened state. Her brow furrowed slightly, studying him for a moment as she thought about what to do. With him like this, she could easily bring him back to the village and hand him off to the authorities. However, the very thought of that went against the creed she lived by — that of a medical ninja. 

With gritted teeth, she finally squatted down beside him, her gaze softening as she gently placed her hand on her shoulder. She knew her actions' risks, but she couldn't let him suffer like this; she had the necessary skills to at least try and do something. ❝ Why — why don't you let me help you? ❞ She inquired hesitantly, activating her medical ninjutsu as a gesture to show that she meant him no harm or ill will.

She had no idea what was wrong with him and wouldn't get a good sense of what was going on internally until she was given permission to start healing him. She could tell that the fight didn't cause this; the symptoms did not align with those battle injuries. While some of the injuries could be attributed to his fight, she knew the coughing-up blood was entirely separate. Does the Akatsuki not have medical treatment available? It was a question that crossed her mind, and she didn't dare to ask.

❝ Please allow me to treat you; you need immediate medical treatment in your condition! ❞ She knew she didn't need her to tell him that; she couldn't even begin to imagine how long he had been suffering like this. There was part of her that briefly wondered if she would be labeled a traitor for treating him as opposed to bringing him into the village. However, in good faith, she knew she couldn't do that — she had to treat him.

Even with all of her training, she had never seen a condition like his before. Worry creased her brow as she drew her hands closer to him, hovering over his back. Her eyes widened, sensing the damage to his lungs. For things to be this bad, he had to have been sick for years. While she wasn't certain what caused his illness or if she had the necessary skills to even make a difference, she was bound and determined to at least attempt. 

Once more, she found hesitation gripping her throat, uncertain of what to say — uncertain of what she could and should say to him. ❝ Can you tell me when this all started? ❞ She inquired after a moment, finally beginning to attempt to treat him. If nothing else, she suspected she could get him to a position where he could walk and function normally again for a while at least.

Life is born & life dies .

Life gathers together ... like a flock .

@ FOWLEYES    independent / selective / mutuals - only UCHIHA ITACHI from kishimoto's NARUTO series . 

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Okay! So I hate C-rank monsters!

Oh god, and I need at least A-rank in order to even have a chance at getting S-rank chests...

At least this map, which has rank E-B monsters, may net me some metal slime gear in the lower levels (C and B levels can spawn A-rank chests)

A drawing that I had done long ago

My DA:

https://www.deviantart.com/zygarde-879

" I am not a courageous man, I don't have any big lasting plans. " Kakashi speaks casually, gaze heavy as he works on fastening the armor on his forearm. Kakashi was born & bred to deal in death, he had given up on the idea of shining any light into the shadows of Konoha. He was much more comfortable hiding in the darkness, where no one could see him. It wasn't like he could change anything; that much had become clear by the incessant cycle of death that plagued his life. Itachi was wise, with ideology beyond his years. Kakashi had left thoughts of a better future behind him long ago. Kakashi may have lost the will the change but Itachi still had the power to walk any path he chose.

There was still darkness in Itachi that existed inside every shinobi, but he was stronger than the weight on his shoulders. He pushes a breath through his teeth. Kakashi doesn't often like to admit to his shortcomings; they were ugly, terrible things that taunted him. Where he fell short, he often found a flicker of hope when he looked at Itachi. Kakashi mused, at times, that Itachi may make a good Hokage one day. If he survived the journey of growing up, that is. He wasn't sure why he had been entrusted with such a valuable life. His team was capable, yes, but they were kids. There were young lives in his hands now & the thought was terrifying beyond all else.

Perhaps that was why it was so hard to look at Itachi now, as they readied themselves for another mission. Any day could be the day they died; it was difficult to look to the future," I'm too cowardly to take a stand, I wanna keep my nose clean. "

@fowleyes || brave as a noun.

okay real thoughts,

we know fowleye is the eyes, excalipurr is the arm, nemean is the head, and sir sanguinus is the blood.

i think it’s a fair assumption equinox is the legs/feet.

what the hell are the others?

This grotto has an A-rank chest (and possibly one more)! This was all worth it.

Also, Fowleye was particularly easy this time. He never cast Disruptive Wave, plus I (currently a Gladiator) got my Coup de Grâce, raising my tension up to 50, and then, wielding the flametang boomerang, I used Firebird Throw (a fire-based attack that hits 7 times), and even though the first hit missed, I still dealt a little over 2300 damage to him. And then he ended up killing himself with his own spell reflected back at him lmaooo he really is just a powered-up Elusid