Kakuzu was busy snickering as Itachi grabbed the letter before it could burn with the crazed cultist and Kisame slammed the man into the wall with a water jutsu.
“Sorry,” he said, laughing.
“I guess I over did it.”
Pein sighed and turned to Konan.
“And this is why we don’t have full meetings in person.”
“What does Hari say?” asked the blue-haired woman.
Itachi skimmed the writing.
It was definitely his son’s and had all the proper signs to show it wasn’t under duress and even the one that they’d post-hypnotically implanted to make sure of mental control.
So he was paranoid.
He was also alive and liked his son to stay that way too.
His face, normally expressionless, somehow shut down anyway.
“Hn.”
“That’s not an answer.”
Itachi turned to Kakuzu.
“I shall get the easiest part out of the way first.
‘Ha ha’.”
Kakuzu blinked.
“What?”
“My son asked me to tell you that.”
Kisame poked Itachi’s shoulder.
“Gonna need a little more there.”
“He said that it was because he has several metric tonnes of pure gold.”
Kakuzu’s eye twitched.
“If you weren’t going to seal me into that jar of yours, I would seriously consider killing your son, Itachi.” He dodged the fireball that flew across the table.
“Warning acknowledged.”
“Indeed.” Itachi looked over at where a soaked, charred Hidan was working his way back to the table by dragging himself.
It appeared that the burns had done damage to his nerves and so it might be a while before he was back on his feet.
“My son also wished me to convey that he got his first kill when he was an infant.” He glanced down at the page again.
“He estimates that it was an A or S-ranked ninja involved in a country-wide guerrilla campaign.”
“What the fuck!” snarled the struggling immortal.
“That is so not fair!
I call bullshit!”
“Leader-sama,” continued Itachi.
“When you next see Tobi, please inform him that my son has decided that his method of being polite is highly amusing.”
“Heaven help us all,” muttered Kisame.
“Also, Leader-sama, he mentions that his Defense instructor has something that he thinks might be a soul attached to the back of his head.
He enquires if that was what you encountered when he was young.”
“Yes.
That’s not supposed to be possible.” He paused.
“Leave it to your son to find a second example of it, then.” He paused a second time.
“You should probably tell him to look into that.
It could be bad.”
Itachi sighed and closed his eyes a moment.
“My son says he keeps meaning to and gets distracted.”
“Dear gods,” muttered Kakuzu.
“It really is another Tobi.”
“We’re going to go insane, yeah?” Deidara muttered.
“Indeed.” Sasori looked at his annoying partner.
“Though I am unsure that some of us are able to still go insane.”
“What are you implying, yeah?” hissed the blond.
“Kisame,” Itachi went on, “apparently the woman who kept looking at you really did wish to eat you.
She transforms herself into a cat.”
“No wonder Samehada kept telling me to hit her .
.
.”
“And my son says he made a friend.”
“Yeah?” Kisame raised an eyebrow.
“Actually, he says that she spends time with him because people think they are friends and since they hate him, they won’t spend time with her.”
“Close enough.”
Itachi sighed again.
“Not really.”
“Hey, it’s more than I had!”
“Because,” said Kakuzu, “you’re a fish-freak and a violent maniac?”
Dumbledore rose and fired off a concussive hex that shook many first years from their seats and knocked the cutlery from the tables.
It also cut through the sudden panic.
“As tempting as it is to send the students to their common rooms, I suspect that sending two houses to the dungeon where the Troll is might be bad.” He smiled.
“So instead, the Professors will be heading out hunting.” He pointed at most of the senior staff and they trouped off in groups of two.
“If the rest of you would continue eating, there’s no reason to worry.” He sat down and proceeded to dig into a plate of ham and turkey with gusto.
“That could be a problem,” murmured Hari.
“What?” Pansy was looking at him with a certain growing dread that this was going to be bad.
“The Troll has headed down the second floor corridor.”
“And?”
“Well, the teachers are headed for the dungeon for the moment.”
“Yes?”
“Okay.”
“Granger appears to be inside it, sobbing.”
“Still not seeing the problem here.”
“Well, I figure it might be a good deed for the year if I keep her from dying.
She annoys me, but if I killed everything that merely annoyed me .
.
.” Hari rose.
“Who wants to come?”
His friends looked at each other.
Daphne decided to answer for them.
“None of us.
Seriously,” she went on.
“We’ll let Dumbledore—” she ignored Pansy’s pout “—know that the Troll is upstairs so you’ll have backup.
We’re not crazy, Hari.” She turned to Pansy.
“We don’t have to like the man to be aware he’s a massively powerful wizard charged with our safety—no matter how lax he seems.”
Hari nodded.
As unadventurous as it was, they were remarkably sensible civilians.
Uncle Kakuzu told stories of ripping off heads of those civilians who decided to ‘help’.
“Fair enough.
I’m not sure what backup I need, but eh.” He paused.
“I notice none of you are trying to dissuade me.”
“Hari,” said Blaise calmly, “you’re insane.
You might be our friend, but there’s nothing we can do to stop you.
Besides, the Headmaster made it clear there’s even a grave out back for people who get themselves killed, so it’s not like the school isn’t prepared.”
“That said,” interjected Tracy, “please don’t die.”
“If he did, it’d make our lives a little less crazy,” muttered Pansy.
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