hold down your head now, just let me pass by

[forthevillage]

Who: Itachi and any Rocket at headquarters (sorry it's limited)
Where: Goldenrod City, Team Rocket base
When: November 3rd
Summary: A certain ninja is having a difficult adjustment period, but you can't say he isn't trying.
Rating: PG, most likely.

In one of the lounge areas, a thirteen year old boy with long dark hair was sitting up on an armchair with his legs crossed, reading the manual every Team Rocket member was given when they first arrived. Both of his pokemon were free of their confinements - the lunatone hovering in a circular pattern around the boy while the zubat chewed harmlessly on the pointer finger of Itachi's free hand, as he has it held out for just that purpose as he read.

He hadn't yet changed into the Team Rocket attire, still wearing his ANBU attire, filthy and bloodstained. It was another red and black uniform that he'd expected to be in soon, not that one. His mind had settled into a state of numbness, taking in everything here by necessity rather than interest. He'd chosen to let his scattered thoughts settle on contemplating what made the creatures he'd been given here so docile and willing to follow orders from him. It was better than thinking he might be going mad, as strong of a possibility as that was.

Should anyone pass by him, his eyes would lift from the book and follow then, unabashedly, until they left the room or decided to respond to the attention.

Comments

[forthevillage]

Itachi's lips quirked upward into the slightest of smirks.

"If we are to be working for the same organization, then there is no reason why I shouldn't try to offer you assistance as long as I am available to give it. After all, our general overarching goals should be the same." If he was going to go along with this whole set-up for the time being, anyway.

He couldn't care less for the man in actuality, but he had to make his way in this place somehow.

[crackpotcrocker]

Crocker side-eyes this, more than likely only because his first mission as a Rocket for a lack of a better word didn't go over very well and quite literally blow in his face and in the faces of his teammates.

"That depends only if you're going to do things my way."

[forthevillage]

"Assistance. Not servitude." He made sure that distinction was clear. Itachi had something of a solo mindset, though he did know how to be subservient. He simply didn't owe any allegiance to this man. They were on equal footing.

"I'm offering you a hand if it's needed. I'm sure if the project is yours then it will be done to your specifications." The insistence did beg the next question: "Have you had trouble working with others here before?"

[crackpotcrocker]

Denzel begins to laugh maniacal for a brief moment, "Gee, whatever gave you that idea? Speaking of which that was sarcasm. Yes, his name was Norm and he was a magical genie who I thought was there to help me destory Turner with him."

Crocker lowers his voice and remarks bitterly; "Instead he goes to my moral enemy and wishes me to Mars."

[forthevillage]

"Mars?" Itachi frowned. He was unfamiliar with the galaxy by the standards of Earth as it was usually known. It doesn't matter much, as Crocker's point still got across, but he asked regardless.

"I'm assuming that's a place?" Such knowledge was more interesting than the man's woes.