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  <title>[003]</title>
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  <description>[is out and about on his own for the first time in a while after making contact with Shisui, telling him that they couldn&apos;t see each other again. everything looked to be panning out and he understood until he was pulled aside unexpectedly by him, having to listen to him plead about the mistakes he was making and that he could protect him. it was never the point of protection for him but for Sasuke and his parents. the imprompt meeting didn&apos;t end too well, including a well timed punch to Shisui&apos;s jaw and him running away before he could make sense of what just happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seemed to have gotten away for him but without his mind being in the correct place, he literally walked into the wrong person, a wrong person who had a group of followers with him. street punks, dealers, gang members, small wannabes compared to what he dealt with. there was enough of them there to blindside him, each of them taking swings at his body, to the face, boots to his stomach and head after he was down. he wasn&apos;t going down without a fight, a few rounds back standing up, a couple of them running away in pain but ultimately, he was left lying there, battered and bleeding after they had got bored and left. i wonder if there is a nice, caring rookie officer who would want to walk by and help out?]</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 30 Aug 2010 10:57:48 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>[all has been quiet, a little too quiet if you asked him but it was Itachi&apos;s place to listen and do, &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; 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.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[has been laying low just in case recently, business came first and then straight back but some people weren&apos;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&apos;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.]</description>
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  <description>[for the past week, he has been trailing this guy, just watching him learning the routine. his work, where he lives, what he does in his free time, some of it was already known as passed on by Madara, now just getting the finer points of it. there wasn&apos;t much that this guy did for fun, quite an easy job.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mm. Hm. I understand. [hangs up his cell and puts it back into his pocket. looks like the watching is finished with the request coming through to strike. quietly watches for the man to come out of work, ready and waiting to follow.]</description>
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