Hidan. ❜ He would calmly argue in return, reminding the preacher of who he was talking to, for in spite of his many horrific religious-born executions, he had yet to so callously murder his own kin.
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⠀⠀Perhaps the most vexing part about the immortal's charade was how perfectly he had honed his craft of getting underneath the Uchiha's skin, whilst simultaneously 'tip-toeing' around his inviting gaze, which guaranteed more severe consequences the further --
“Pffft— Whatever helps ya’ sleep at night. You give off such Princess energy- Ya’ got th’pretty long hair, Tha’ fluttery lashes, tha’ porcelain skin n’shit. A living, breathing /Princess/..~”
He can’t hide the grin that is permanent stuck on the dumb Immortal’s face- He does—
the presence of the raven.
⠀⠀Perfectly polished nails, which ironically enough matched the immortal's perception of the Uchiha, gently pressed against the kinslayer's temple, rubbing slowly in circular motion as soft lips parted ever so slightly;
⠀⠀❛ 𝑾𝒆𝒓𝒆 royalty, --
the satisfactory result of my mission. ❜ The Uchiha continued as a pale hand extended from within the oversized sleeve of his cloak, revealing bloodied fingers which held onto a scroll containing secretive information regarding Konohagakure's Anbu Black Ops unit.
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⠀⠀Slender digits moved, adjusting the straw hat atop the Uchiha's head only to reveal the blood-red hues, adorned by a three tomoe pattern, which had only moments ago been used to engender the rather convincing, yet harmless illusion. The piercing --
A look that mimicked surprise managed to bypass typically stoic features, eyes widening as the forged crow vanished at its leisure. The lone finger that once could have sworn felt the grasp of seemingly real talons shamefully returned with the others, arm positioning itself
—
time to report back, his absence was only the product of the double agent persona he executed so beautifully — serving as an informant to the Angel's former master.
⠀⠀❛ I apologize for my absence, however, I hope that what I lacked in attendance will be made up for with --
continued. Although he would not admit it, a small part of him did miss the preacher's constant antics. They brought a certain sense of whimsy amongst a rather brooding group of individuals, which the Uchiha had grown accustomed to over the years.
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⠀⠀❛ Princess. . .—❜ The Uchiha repeated in a hushed tone, his brow evidently twitching out of annoyance already. Crimson eyes narrowed, daring the immortal to meet the gaze he so cleverly avoided after that comment.
⠀⠀❛ I highly doubt that. ❜ Itachi --
The Immortal blows /obnoxious/ air kisses the Raven’s way! Careful to lock his gaze on the Uchiha’s nose to avoid.. the /eyes/.
“— What’s with that tone, eh /Princess/..?~ Ain’t ya’ miss me, huh?~ I can tell when yer’ fuckin’ lyin’, Ya’know..~”