[all has been quiet, a little too quiet if you asked him but it was Itachi's place to listen and do, not to ask questions. whatever Madara had planned, he was keeping quiet about it, not even filling him in which was rare. the truth could have been that he was sitting back and bidding his time, waiting it out before something was unleashed... or his level of trust towards him could have lowered for some reason. there was only one thing that came to mind and that was his secret meetings with a familiar face from the past. Itachi was alway careful. always! he never let his guard down.]

[has been laying low just in case recently, business came first and then straight back but some people weren't getting the idea. feels the vibration in his pocket of his phone, excusing himself silently with only a bow of his head to the people in the room, upstairs to the roof, shivering from the stiff breeze that traveled all the way up his spine. flicking the phone out, Itachi looks at the message that was sent, sighing softly and deleting it without answering. should go back inside but doesn't want to be around those people down there so instead, he jumps up onto the side of the building and sits, looking down at the ground. one slight startled movement was all it would take to bring him to his death.]