since time is so short, jump with confusion
Characters: Naruto & Sasuke
Location: some hole in the wall Restaurant around Death City
Rating: PG, language
Time: Nov 20, late evening
Description: returning to Death City has been something of a whirlwind, and Sasuke seeks out a place of familiarity.
This all still felt like a slap in the face to Sasuke, like he'd been thrown unbidden to the wolves without any intel or previous warning that anything like this would happen. It was much like the first time, though sometimes Sasuke had trouble recalling his first days in Death City. The only difference was that he remembered this place now, and all the bonds he'd made felt twisted and skewed by what he'd returned to in his own world. The path of revenge he'd studiously decided upon. For a while, the only way he'd been able to cope was thinking all of this had been a dream. The people he'd met. The reforged relationship he'd made with Naruto and Itachi.
And yet still he bandaged his left shoulder to hide the memory scarred there from Orochimaru, whether it had really been there or not. Coming back to familiar faces, warmth and forgiveness for disappearing when it was hardly something he deserved- Sasuke was unsettled. That, and he hadn't been around so many people for years. His home had been a moving hole in the ground and hard faces. Everything now- was so normal.
Staying in the apartment with Saralegui wasn't an option tonight. Instead, Sasuke took to the streets. Perhaps to reacquaint himself with the place, perhaps seeking solitude. Either way, he found himself on the street of that restaurant anyone with sense would pass right by. He recalled Naruto raving about it, years ago, and before he'd fully decided on it he walked through the propped door into the badly-lit single room.
Location: some hole in the wall Restaurant around Death City
Rating: PG, language
Time: Nov 20, late evening
Description: returning to Death City has been something of a whirlwind, and Sasuke seeks out a place of familiarity.
This all still felt like a slap in the face to Sasuke, like he'd been thrown unbidden to the wolves without any intel or previous warning that anything like this would happen. It was much like the first time, though sometimes Sasuke had trouble recalling his first days in Death City. The only difference was that he remembered this place now, and all the bonds he'd made felt twisted and skewed by what he'd returned to in his own world. The path of revenge he'd studiously decided upon. For a while, the only way he'd been able to cope was thinking all of this had been a dream. The people he'd met. The reforged relationship he'd made with Naruto and Itachi.
And yet still he bandaged his left shoulder to hide the memory scarred there from Orochimaru, whether it had really been there or not. Coming back to familiar faces, warmth and forgiveness for disappearing when it was hardly something he deserved- Sasuke was unsettled. That, and he hadn't been around so many people for years. His home had been a moving hole in the ground and hard faces. Everything now- was so normal.
Staying in the apartment with Saralegui wasn't an option tonight. Instead, Sasuke took to the streets. Perhaps to reacquaint himself with the place, perhaps seeking solitude. Either way, he found himself on the street of that restaurant anyone with sense would pass right by. He recalled Naruto raving about it, years ago, and before he'd fully decided on it he walked through the propped door into the badly-lit single room.