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Who: Jason Todd (jaytodd) and Sakura Haruno (sucker_punches)
When: June 20th, afternoon-ish
Where: Dismas
Format: Prose
What: Sakura's searching for an errant teammate and meets someone else.
Warnings: Angst. Others tba?
Sakura had always disliked it in Dismas. She didn't like all the unsavory creeps that whistled at her, but more than that, she didn't like the fact that she couldn't break wandering hands with a flick of her wrist down there. She didn't doubt that she could handle herself against most threats, but being without her chakra was a little like suddenly being without sight in one eye, or maybe both; a whole sense she was used to relying on, suddenly removed from her.
She only went down when she absolutely had to, and this? This certainly qualified as had to. Because Sasuke hadn't been home for days. Hours. Minutes. Seconds, each increment ratcheting the numbers preceding the units up exponentially, and every moment she spent without a word from him they grew.
Every time he left the apartment used to be a cause to worry for her, but now she trusted him to give at least some kind of explanation for his absence. (Even if that explanation is a slashed hitai-ate.)
Sakura had nothing from him. Still.
So she was looking.
Why Sasuke would be down here, she had no clue. He had no use for bars and casinos and brothels. But she had already checked all the places she expected to find him; it was time to move on to the unexpected.
When: June 20th, afternoon-ish
Where: Dismas
Format: Prose
What: Sakura's searching for an errant teammate and meets someone else.
Warnings: Angst. Others tba?
Sakura had always disliked it in Dismas. She didn't like all the unsavory creeps that whistled at her, but more than that, she didn't like the fact that she couldn't break wandering hands with a flick of her wrist down there. She didn't doubt that she could handle herself against most threats, but being without her chakra was a little like suddenly being without sight in one eye, or maybe both; a whole sense she was used to relying on, suddenly removed from her.
She only went down when she absolutely had to, and this? This certainly qualified as had to. Because Sasuke hadn't been home for days. Hours. Minutes. Seconds, each increment ratcheting the numbers preceding the units up exponentially, and every moment she spent without a word from him they grew.
Every time he left the apartment used to be a cause to worry for her, but now she trusted him to give at least some kind of explanation for his absence. (Even if that explanation is a slashed hitai-ate.)
Sakura had nothing from him. Still.
So she was looking.
Why Sasuke would be down here, she had no clue. He had no use for bars and casinos and brothels. But she had already checked all the places she expected to find him; it was time to move on to the unexpected.