Nikushimi

"Itachi-san, the Kyuubi brat is pretty anxious for a beating. Shall I give him one?"

"No. If it is a fight with me he wants, it is a fight with me he will get. There's no need to create any trouble right now."

The Uchiha's eyes did not wander, remaining locked on Naruto for the duration of their confrontation. That particular confrontation lasted only until he and Kisame were approached by a woman, whose eyes were bandaged over. Kisame in particular was surprised by her request, and turned to face her with a scowl of mild irritation.

"You don't honestly expect me to-"

"Kisame. Do it." Itachi ordered placidly, nodding for him to obey. "I'd better add my name as well."

This was all that needed to be said. The blue swordsman turned and strolled over to the sign up scroll with his partner, the latter of whom picked up the pen and jotted his name down neatly. Upon casting a cursory glance at the roster, he immediately noticed the name of Jiraiya, barely legible and practically screaming for attention. It was in stark contrast to the Uchiha's modest signature, and, he thought, in shameful taste for a shinobi of such reputation. When he was finished, he moved out of the way, handing off the writing instrument to Kisame. The sharp-toothed Akatsuki bent forward and pressed the tip to the paper, glancing back over his shoulder at Galatea.

"What did you say your name was?" he asked with odd politeness, though he frowned as he saw her blindfold again, "And are you sure you wanna do this, in your condition?"

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Bow to the King.