#thread: control

Tera restlessly paced around Haneul, a crackling of orange pixels trailing behind him. “Are you a fan of adrenaline?” His words snaked out like the discordant bits of data that fell from his body. “It’s excitement, energy; It’s fear. I haven’t played with anyone in ages, do you know how suffocating that is?”

The green tint in his eyes flashed brighter, glowing as his hand clenched.  “Come play my game, I assure you it’ll be fun.” A strand of the pixels trickled down from his closed hand and began moving towards the other. “Your body belongs to me as much as your mind does.”

@ichaichacopynin continued from here. 

It had been quite the battle. He’d never stopped looking for Sasuke and where Orochimaru had taken his student. This time he’d found them and though he managed to hold his own for a time against Orochimaru and Kabuto, he hadn’t expected to feel Chidori’s bite in his own shoulder from his now former student. He’d gotten careless, gotten too fond and trusting of Sasuke as his pupil and team mate. Now they were long gone and he was slowly bleeding out against a massive tree.

Kakashi had started to slowly patch the injury, but it more akin to putting a pebble into a large pothole to fill it as far as treatment came. He stiffened as he heard movement, it was then he saw the Akatsuki cloak and the long raven locks. Itachi? Why was he here…? He thought inwardly, maybe it was bloodloss? Maybe his mind was playing tricks on him. He was starting to feel dizzy, and memories from the past started to bubble up as he remembered his Anbu days with the weasel. “K-Kohei…” He whispered not even really aware of the words that he spoke outload in that moment.

Itachi’s thoughts were with Sasuke--but as he saw him leave the fight, he knew he was okay. He still did want to send a message to Orochimaru--that he could only have Sasuke for so long. He’d seen Kakashi take the hit, and he stayed hidden, waiting for Sasuke to leave the area. He didn’t want to cause another massive scene. He watched Kakashi try to patch the wound in vain and he shook his head. Even he wouldn’t be able to do much for it..but there was a few things he could try..

And thus, he moved over to Kakashi, and he stopped short when he was referred to as..kohei. He hadn’t been referred to like that since he left ANBU, and he moved over to him. He tilted his head to the side and gave him an assessing glance. He would definitely chalk this up to bloodloss--or Itachi hoped he would. “Hatake-taichou, I’m going to try to heal the wound. Don’t move.”

His sharingan spun and his hands glowed green for a few moments before flickering out. It was harder than it looked, and though Itachi had control he wasn’t sure he had the stamina to do more than to stop the bleeding. He could see the would sluggishly closing..and he took a step back. 

     Narcissa knew there wasn’t much she could do for him in the middle of all this, knew she couldn’t save them from the places his decisions had taken them or the consequences they were sure was upon them. But the one thing she knew she could try to do would be to take control just for a little while, to help bring his mind to a place far away from it all; far away from Voldemort, far away from war, far away from anything but the two of them.

The first two days as the new Lord had been spent quietly researching, finding any means of gaining more power, more allies. Dangerous allies who could aid her against the X-Men and any who would stand in her way. A particular incident about an hour away from the Bay had caught her attention. A sudden spike in deaths in an otherwise unassuming small town. The news had no answers and she knew these were no normal murders.                  Not on this scale.                                      Not in this way. Brad had given her use of one of his company vehicles to scope the situation out. Her search leading her to the town of Beacon Hills. Population thirty thousand and dropping. Oh how she could actually help these people while helping herself. There was a strong source of power here. Magical. She could feel it in her bones, calling to her like a Siren. Her feet made little noise, even among the dead leaves and foliage as she made her way through the edge of the town and towards the source she sought. This must have been what was causing the massive deaths. It had to be. It was so strong. So, when she nearly tripped over it, she was shocked to find it was a small clear orb that had a soft glow around it. It sat only a few feet away from the stump of a tree that seemed like a conduit of all sorts of curious power. The vampire leaned over, long fingers grasping the orb in her hand as she brought it to eye level to examine it.

It was strange, to be in a town such as this, it seemed so normal on the surface. Although she knew better than to be fooled by it, she had her own sources. She knew vampires, she knew wolves, but she was always careful to never let them know exactly who she was. She was just an interested party in the supernatural, or that was all anyone ever knew.

She painted sometimes, of what she saw, but she never kept the paintings so to speak, she sold them, but she did not use her name, no, she signed them 'Lily', a short form of her 'Aunt Lilith'. The things she painted were of things no one should know existed. But she covered her tracks, so if anyone inquired who this 'Lily' artist was, they would not find her.