Itachi had returned back to Konoha by himself, it had been awhile since he had came back, given he massacred his whole family and clan, only sparring Sasuke, his little brother. He was too young to understand, too naive, he just couldn’t kill him as well.

Itachi stepped in a small restaurant downtown, his cold dark eyes scanning the area for a moment before he sat down at a table. He ordered dango and that was about it, maybe having a cup of tea or two, but he wasn’t planning on staying for long, not wanting to blow his coverage as his face was concealed by the shadow casted for his straw hat.

He raised the dango up to his mouth, his teeth sinking into the chewy texture of the dumpling. Though, the sudden sound of the bell ringing at the front doors disturbed his peace for a moment, his eyes looking up through the straw hat to look at whoever came in, a piece of his long black hair falling in front of his face. It wasn’t a very local spot, so it wasn’t often anyone came by, that’s what Itachi liked about the restaurant.