[ Silence lingers for a moment before the subtle clearing of a throat. Even after that there is a few long moments of more silence before he finally speaks. ]

Things have been calm, as of late. The silence almost makes me miss my usual company back at home.

Almost.

Sasuke, are you still here?

[ A small, thoughtful 'Hm' before there is more silence and the feed cuts ]

[The recording clicks on, and there is a small, but prominent clearing of his throat before Itachi speaks, only with a small, mild roughness with the usually smooth voice]

Shishou. I have a mild problem.

[There is silence then the very begining of a deep cough, but it's barely there before the feed cuts.]

Madara. I would like to speak with you.

Another interruption, another drawback. So carefully planed, so easily ignored.

There is little I can do, I suppose. As of now it is nothing left to do but wait. I imagine eight years is long enough, but there is little harm in just a little longer.

More importantly though a greater deal of my concentration will be put forth into adjusting to life in this new place.

Like the way I play Itachi? Don't like the way I play him?

Tell me here what I'm doing wrong (or right)! Concrit please, and suggestions would be good.

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