[It was troublesome to say the least but Itachi kept a serious face. There was no point letting himself get carried away, too many years of practice made it pausible.
This was merely a house to say the least. It wasn't theirs. It had no marking's of the past, no broken steps where Itachi had stumbled, no blood against the walls where he had accidentally leaned against the wall after murdering his parents. However, he stopped when he realized where their wandering had led them.
It was the room. He stopped on his tracks and stared at the door. It looked just like it. Same design, same structure, even the garden looked similar with the exception of the bird fountain that their mother had placed. He could see it all now.]
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This was merely a house to say the least. It wasn't theirs. It had no marking's of the past, no broken steps where Itachi had stumbled, no blood against the walls where he had accidentally leaned against the wall after murdering his parents. However, he stopped when he realized where their wandering had led them.
It was the room. He stopped on his tracks and stared at the door. It looked just like it. Same design, same structure, even the garden looked similar with the exception of the bird fountain that their mother had placed. He could see it all now.]