[ In another situation, Kisame might chuckle at his partner's clear confusion. It is a rare sight, after all. As it is, his brief flicker of amusement shows itself in a quick, thin smile that vanishes as soon as Itachi's gaze drops. Then Itachi is silent, and Kisame watches and waits.
Years ago, Kisame was forced to leap off a cliff while fleeing from a squad of Konoha's Anbu. He had no idea what lay at the bottom, nor could he be sure if he would survive the fall. He feels rather like that now: as though he's stepped off a ledge and is plummeting toward some unknown fate. A bit dramatic, perhaps — but what good has ever come from admitting vulnerability? Kisame can think of only one time such a thing was for the best … and Itachi is not Madara.
"Where is it?" That's too direct a question to avoid, particularly when a lie could fall apart so easily. So Kisame raises his left wrist, then looks down at it, avoiding Itachi's gaze. (Is that cowardly of him? Perhaps. But for once, he doesn't want to meet those eyes.) He slides his right index finger beneath the band of his arm warmer and pulls the fabric up. And there, wrapped carefully around his wrist, is Itachi's necklace. ]
I found it sometime after you vanished. Lucky thing, eh?
[ It's an attempt to explain how he has it without touching on why. Will Itachi let him leave it at that…? He doesn't know, but he offers nothing more.
Kisame keeps his gaze on his work as he gently unfastens the clasp and unwinds the necklace from his wrist. His skin feels oddly bare without it. Ignoring that sensation, he finally looks up and holds the necklace out to his partner. ]
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Years ago, Kisame was forced to leap off a cliff while fleeing from a squad of Konoha's Anbu. He had no idea what lay at the bottom, nor could he be sure if he would survive the fall. He feels rather like that now: as though he's stepped off a ledge and is plummeting toward some unknown fate. A bit dramatic, perhaps — but what good has ever come from admitting vulnerability? Kisame can think of only one time such a thing was for the best … and Itachi is not Madara.
"Where is it?" That's too direct a question to avoid, particularly when a lie could fall apart so easily. So Kisame raises his left wrist, then looks down at it, avoiding Itachi's gaze. (Is that cowardly of him? Perhaps. But for once, he doesn't want to meet those eyes.) He slides his right index finger beneath the band of his arm warmer and pulls the fabric up. And there, wrapped carefully around his wrist, is Itachi's necklace. ]
I found it sometime after you vanished. Lucky thing, eh?
[ It's an attempt to explain how he has it without touching on why. Will Itachi let him leave it at that…? He doesn't know, but he offers nothing more.
Kisame keeps his gaze on his work as he gently unfastens the clasp and unwinds the necklace from his wrist. His skin feels oddly bare without it. Ignoring that sensation, he finally looks up and holds the necklace out to his partner. ]