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feelgoodmods (feelgoodmods) wrote, @ 2009-06-03 14:25:00

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Uchiha Itachi [Part 08] uchihaitachi 2009-06-19 12:33 pm UTC (link)

One of the first quirky traits of Itachi's that you may pick up is that he has an unbelievable sweet tooth. He adores sweets and feels unbelievably happy when he is able to get some, not that he is stuffing down on them 24/7. He has control just like any other food and won't regularly go and buy it but there are times where he has the most extraordinary cravings for it, like a pregnant woman who wants to eat those funky combination of sweet foods with whatever they can get their hands on. Sure, this is not exactly normal for someone and it came with an actual reason, later found out in the recent years of his life. The start of it was traced back to when he was born, starting with the irritable baby who cried for no reason. The remedy was shoving him to the teat and letting him drink. Moving further through childhood came the times when he would come back from being out with his father feeling really sick, light headed, dizzy, shaking, and of course Mikoto would usher him down to the table and give him some juice for some rest with the explanation that he would feel better afterward. Periods like this moved through his life where he would feel ill and then after getting something to eat or drink the symptoms would go away. It should have been clear to what he had only that it took one diligent doctor who ran 101 tests on him after he passed out during a morning run to determine exactly what the cause was. Itachi has hypoglycemia, a condition where too much insulin is released into his body lowering his blood sugar levels to the point where it starts to mess with the body if not taken care of so if he randomly asks you out of nowhere for a strawberry custard tart while shaking like a druggie from withdrawal then make sure you get him one before he passes out. There aren't many things that he likes as he has not had the chance to experience most things in life to make the decision of that but there is a few that he enjoys such as finding quiet places to read or be alone with his thoughts, curling up in a window seat watching the rain, studying and learning more about English and American culture. One thing also comes to mind on something that he like... sort of... well, it was something that helped contributed to his job and that is cappuccino art. It all started during his morning routine of bringing wake up coffee to Madara to which either in his hangover or some other hate for the morning, he said it was not cute enough. Strange, very strange so he had researched into coffee and what could be classified as cute, coming across the art form and presenting it for him. The response was better than before so the rest was history. Now Madara and Izuna have their own personalized coffee made for them each morning by him. Also because of this skill he has gathered a legion of fan girls who come by and order coffee and sweets from the cafe, for what reason he doesn't know why they come around so he just ignores them. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

Uchiha Itachi [Part 09] uchihaitachi 2009-06-19 12:34 pm UTC (link)

Sample Post: First Person The first time I had been inside the building I wanted to know what was on the roof. It was not like it was forbidden, just never explored. The more times I walked past the door that lead up there the more I wished to see for myself, even if there was nothing, I had to know. It took a while to bring myself to do it, eventually I folded, opening the door up to the pitch darkness of night moving forth into unknown territory, unsure of what would be there or if it was safe. Lights brightly mapped out the way to the center for something I did not know, something else that I should concern myself with just that it was there for a reason. Taking that first step out into the open I had been hit with a fero...phero... heavy wind that almost knocked me off my feet, like a wind tunnel blowing straight through free from other obstacles that would come from standing below. My footing was discovered before long back steady again, slowly pacing around in circles once I had made my way out to the middle, looking at the cityscape around. It was breathtaking. The lights, the colors, never have I seen such beauty of the city, appearing nothing like this below. No cars, no people, besides the howls of the wind passing by, it was almost silent. A dangerous move I know it was but yet I wanted to get closer, to the edge of the building I went finding the edge of the wall to sit on. It was quite a jump up but yet I made it with ease, sitting up higher than the world looking down upon them all. Not a person could be seen in the dead of night, too high to make out the figure, to small to care. Cars were only a blurry along the streets reflecting the colors of the neon signs, life moved by fast as I seemingly stood still and that was when I wondered. Looking out towards the horizon my thoughts turned to him. What would he be thinking if he was up here by my side enjoying the view? Would it feel so lonely? Would he have even care to lay his eyes on this? All I wish to know if he is alive, if he is dead, something to give the answers to the endless questions I have ask myself time and time again. If we did meet again would he recognize me or would be know me? Have we changed? I have read that people believe that if you have a bond with someone so strong that you will know inside, feel them, understand when they are in pain or happy without being face to face. If they are gone, you will feel the hole inside. It will tear at your soul, your heart, an eternal emptiness that can not be filled. I hate to say this but I do not know if I can continue searching for you endlessly, wondering if I am one step behind, too late, many times we could have crossed paths and did not notice. This is why I have not moved from here since, I an content to where I am. My life has taken direction towards the future just I had hoped, just as I hope that yours has finally done the same. Yet I will still be waiting here for you, up high watching so... だから,　サスケに早く帰ってください。 (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

Uchiha Itachi [Part 10] uchihaitachi 2009-06-19 12:35 pm UTC (link)

Third Person 3.30PM. This was the time of day when everything got severely busy. There was a normal flow of people through the day coming in for their breaks to get whatever drink or snack panged them at the time, serving them quickly and efficiently to see them on their way and keep the grumbles to a minimum. Mornings were also on the high impact times for the missed breakfast and the pick me up caffeine hit to see them through to the next break, this time they were usually whiny when it took too long to get their drinks out, telling him that he was wasting their valuable time by standing around for that couple of minutes while the milk heated, the coffee was brewed and the sugar was added. The portable lid placed on top of the cups would save them from a mess down their shirt after running into someone or not paying attention while they were slurping should have been at least waited for but even that was too long. When they did split it, he could expect them back later on yelling for the mess that he created and should have been doing a better job by offering the lid in the first place. This was probably why he did not understand people well. To say one then and then take it back, it was confusing as all hell but after a couple of minutes of yelling without any response in return, facial movement or otherwise, they tend to give up and then go along with their day. At least he could say this time of the day was less stressful, however, more strange. Majority of the people lining up at the counters were young teenage girls fresh from school wanting to lavish themselves in the speciality of the place, and that wasn't just the coffee. Milk down into the cup swirling it around to make the white foam centered and focused in the middle of the cup, out with a toothpick crinkling the scowl of concentration across his brow. There was more people here today than usual, seemingly increasing in numbers every day with more people packing the place out so time was of the essence. Stick dipped into the creamy soft fluffy foam and pushed outwards to start the template of what he was designing, moved around into the darker liquid floating on top making the patterns that were slowly starting to form a figure. When you were in deep thought you could easily block out what was being said behind you, talk of every day conversation, what teacher said what, scandal of x person and another cause making out and so forth. It was only when he heard the comments of the guy behind the counter that his ears perked up, homing in on what was being said. ...What about his butt? They would like to do what to it? They say that the average male thinks about sex every few seconds but what came out of these girls mouths could easily put them to shame. What was so fascinating about it? It was a padded space for you to sit on. It proved no other useful function except for squeezing apparently because they were saying something about wanting to test the firmness of it. And then it just went downhill from there. Most people would have went enough was enough and then gave the vulgar girls a piece of their mind, maybe throw the coffee at them and hope it scolded them, then laughed at him but not Itachi. The job was finished professionally as if it was any other customer in store, taking the cup back to the bench, pushing it over to their direction with the bear face as specifically ordered, looking... no, it was more of a dead stare straight at the girl waiting for her to take her beverage and leave. She asked for his name. He stared. She wanted to know if he spoke. He stared. Twenty questions soon grew tired for her and she finally took her leave with the coffee, bring the next batch of orders and teenage girls up to the counter. "So, are you single?" "............." Maybe he should change his job description to janitor. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	ACCEPTED!! feelgoodmods 2009-06-19 10:19 pm UTC (link)
	I was one of those girls. (Reply to this)(Parent)

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