Danzo lunged forward, fingers spread and reaching straight for Itachi's face, his mouth open and his teeth gleaming a sickly white in the sun.
He looked like an old dog struggling to bite someone!
Two Water-and-Fire Staffs crossed in front of him.
The staves stood side by side, their copper-capped ends flashing gold in the sunlight as they caught him squarely between chest and shoulders.
He slammed into them with a dull thud and bounced backward, landing on his back on the wooden platform and kicking up a little dust.
"Uchiha Itachi!"
"You unfilial wretch!"
Danzo roared with gut-wrenching fury, every word steeped in hatred that seemed to seep from his bones.
"You..."
Bang!
The Gavel slammed onto the desk, louder and heavier than before, like a muffled thunderclap rolling across the platform.
Yongye's voice rang out from behind the desk, hard and brooking no argument.
"Gag him!"
"One more outburst, and he gets a hundred blows from the Execution Rod!"
Danzo fell silent.
His mouth was still open, the last sound of "you" caught in his throat, but he could not force out another word.
His single eye shifted from Itachi's face to the one behind the desk. The anger in it gave way to fear, and fear to a cringing terror.
Danzo feared this Uchiha devil to the marrow of his bones!
He began to tremble, the shaking spreading from his fingers to his wrists, up his arms, and into his shoulders.
Then he opened his mouth of his own accord and lifted his chin slightly, exposing yellowed teeth and dark red gums.
A Security Force member crouched, pulled a piece of coarse cloth from his waist, wadded it up, and stuffed it into Danzo's mouth.
The cloth filled Danzo's mouth, choking back every scream and curse. His