He really should have sat down and let her do this, Itachi thought, but things were really moving to quickly for his muddled brain. Ashiko braided quickly, without pulling on any one or few hairs as some people did. She had a relaxing competence that made Itachi want to relax, even thought he knew he couldn't. Shouldn't.
She could kill him right now.
Itachi flinched as the hair tie snapped. And supressed a laugh that Ashiko would swear like that. She was probably more accomplished than he was.
Itachi smelled the perfume on the tie she'd given him as he pulled the braid over his shoulder. It was neat and even, all the way down. A good braid, but Ashiko had immensely graceful hands, didn't she? It wasn't any wonder her braid had come out even better than Itachi's braids did.
Itachi turned and gave the woman a deep bow. It made him dizzy, and he stayed where he was, uncertain what he wanted to thank her for, and knowing he should thank her for nothing. He should come up with a blade in hand and gut her. Yank her to him and stab her.
"One day...." Itachi stopped not knowing where the nebulous thought was even going as he pulled himself up, taller than her and yet somehow oddly powerless in this moment. He was stripped of his personas, and Uchiha Itachi would never have anything to do with Ashiko, unless to kill her.
Itachi realized he had never said a permanent goodbye to anyone he'd really cared for before. How exactly were you supposed to sum up a farewell like that into a few simple words? The regrets, well wishes, wistfulness of everything.
"Practice your swimming," Itachi said instead of many other things he could have said, wanted to say, didn't dare say. He turned and walked away, grabbing up his pack and settling it on his shoulders. He would be in Konoha in a few days. Oddly, it seemed very far away right now.
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She could kill him right now.
Itachi flinched as the hair tie snapped. And supressed a laugh that Ashiko would swear like that. She was probably more accomplished than he was.
Itachi smelled the perfume on the tie she'd given him as he pulled the braid over his shoulder. It was neat and even, all the way down. A good braid, but Ashiko had immensely graceful hands, didn't she? It wasn't any wonder her braid had come out even better than Itachi's braids did.
Itachi turned and gave the woman a deep bow. It made him dizzy, and he stayed where he was, uncertain what he wanted to thank her for, and knowing he should thank her for nothing. He should come up with a blade in hand and gut her. Yank her to him and stab her.
"One day...." Itachi stopped not knowing where the nebulous thought was even going as he pulled himself up, taller than her and yet somehow oddly powerless in this moment. He was stripped of his personas, and Uchiha Itachi would never have anything to do with Ashiko, unless to kill her.
Itachi realized he had never said a permanent goodbye to anyone he'd really cared for before. How exactly were you supposed to sum up a farewell like that into a few simple words? The regrets, well wishes, wistfulness of everything.
"Practice your swimming," Itachi said instead of many other things he could have said, wanted to say, didn't dare say. He turned and walked away, grabbing up his pack and settling it on his shoulders. He would be in Konoha in a few days. Oddly, it seemed very far away right now.