Itachi jolted awake at the sound of the intercom, mentally cursing. Not only did he have Jiraiya's suspicions to deal with now, but he had not discovered much of anything at all last night. Or was it last night? His body felt stiff, as it did on the rare occasion when Itachi had injured himself enough to have to rest for a long period. But he could not recall being injured, and certainly not being knocked unconscious for an extended period of time. Perhaps he had just slept in an incorrect position.
Itachi irritatedly made his way to breakfast, indiscriminately taking a few pieces of sustenance and finding a place to sit away from the others. Irritation was entirely too much of a constant state for him by now. He had been here, what, a week? That was completely unacceptable. He had intended to have found a way to defeat his captors within a span of a couple days. And what had he been doing all this time? Letting himself be led around by the nose during the day and scrambling around like a lost child at night. This was impossible; he was better than this. It was time to take stock and review his position.
Itachi sat there pondering his options, stabbing at his food with slightly excessive force and keeping a constant watch on his surroundings. He did not exactly expect Sasuke to come flying at him with a fork, but he did not really want to be disturbed by anyone just now.
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Itachi jolted awake at the sound of the intercom, mentally cursing. Not only did he have Jiraiya's suspicions to deal with now, but he had not discovered much of anything at all last night. Or was it last night? His body felt stiff, as it did on the rare occasion when Itachi had injured himself enough to have to rest for a long period. But he could not recall being injured, and certainly not being knocked unconscious for an extended period of time. Perhaps he had just slept in an incorrect position.
Itachi irritatedly made his way to breakfast, indiscriminately taking a few pieces of sustenance and finding a place to sit away from the others. Irritation was entirely too much of a constant state for him by now. He had been here, what, a week? That was completely unacceptable. He had intended to have found a way to defeat his captors within a span of a couple days. And what had he been doing all this time? Letting himself be led around by the nose during the day and scrambling around like a lost child at night. This was impossible; he was better than this. It was time to take stock and review his position.
Itachi sat there pondering his options, stabbing at his food with slightly excessive force and keeping a constant watch on his surroundings. He did not exactly expect Sasuke to come flying at him with a fork, but he did not really want to be disturbed by anyone just now.