Post by Uchiha Itachi on Apr 27, 2010 15:13:23 GMT -8
Itachi wandered into the empty base, an emotionless facade upon his face. This base had been the first he stayed at when he affiliated himself with Akatsuki. It had been long abandoned since then. It was possible that the base is still in use; most likely for secret meetings or for a source of shelter after long missions. There were still many other bases in hiding.
After sensing for any chakra signatures, Itachi knew that this base was completely deserted. All that remained were a few worn out scrolls, webs, and dust that accumulated over the long period of time. Very few furniture was ever lying around but the rooms, most likely, were still intact. He found his room easily. It had been the furthest from the other Akatsuki because he had been a new member and of course he was a very young member who appreciated privacy; Madara allowed him that much.
The room was a dull grey. The thin blanket that covered the bed against the wall was unwrinkled but faded. The desk was covered in a thin layer of dust and on the floor, rested the dried and slightly faded bloody shoe prints that belonged to his younger self the night of the massacre. Frowning slightly at the sight of it, he averted his gaze and walked over to the bed instead, where he lied down and stared up at the ceiling. To the side of him, on the wall, were the tic marks he made using his kunai during his long sleepless nights. He pressed a finger to them and felt the indent as cold memories flooded his mind; memories he quickly suppressed.
Though the base was empty, aside from himself being there, there was still a genjutsu placed on it. Akatsuki were no idiots. Whether the base was abandoned or not, the genjutsu placed on it years ago was still active and would stay active for a long time. Any one who found their way in here had to be someone who had knowledge of genjutsu; not to mention the base was completely camouflaged on the outside.
After sensing for any chakra signatures, Itachi knew that this base was completely deserted. All that remained were a few worn out scrolls, webs, and dust that accumulated over the long period of time. Very few furniture was ever lying around but the rooms, most likely, were still intact. He found his room easily. It had been the furthest from the other Akatsuki because he had been a new member and of course he was a very young member who appreciated privacy; Madara allowed him that much.
The room was a dull grey. The thin blanket that covered the bed against the wall was unwrinkled but faded. The desk was covered in a thin layer of dust and on the floor, rested the dried and slightly faded bloody shoe prints that belonged to his younger self the night of the massacre. Frowning slightly at the sight of it, he averted his gaze and walked over to the bed instead, where he lied down and stared up at the ceiling. To the side of him, on the wall, were the tic marks he made using his kunai during his long sleepless nights. He pressed a finger to them and felt the indent as cold memories flooded his mind; memories he quickly suppressed.
Though the base was empty, aside from himself being there, there was still a genjutsu placed on it. Akatsuki were no idiots. Whether the base was abandoned or not, the genjutsu placed on it years ago was still active and would stay active for a long time. Any one who found their way in here had to be someone who had knowledge of genjutsu; not to mention the base was completely camouflaged on the outside.