A sound comes from his throat. It's a hum, low, full of intrigue. He wonders how many events have changed. . . and how many have stayed the same.
"Nevermind that," he says, not keen on sharing sins of his past. "You should be careful; snakes are not to be trusted."
her green hues watched as he inspected her for a curse mark . just how much did he know anyways ? " he did … it`s on my back . " she flatly admits . " and it`s irritating to have . how do you know about the curse mark ? "
Her childish remarks are ignored— instead, he continues to insist, to find out more about this Sakura, about the daughter of the snake.
"Did he give you a curse mark?" Sasuke questions, inspecting her neck from his position, failing to see anything. "Doesn't look like it."
* 💢 " why you —— " her lips pull into a slight snarl , looking at what seemed to be some sasuke from another universe . " what`s with the shady getup ? you look even more glum than before ! "
Traversing realities is one thing; moving back in time is another. Having been found by @kotomindset, Sasuke —about fifteen years older than the boy Shisui knows— tenses up.
This was not supposed to happen.
"You were not supposed to see me."
"I see. . ."
A world that is not his own; a world where the snake's appreciate was not himself, but @snakefluenced.
Sasuke observes, expressionless; right eye, unobscured by hair, showing a glimmer of curiosity.
". . . Snake skin is not a good look on you."
"We're past those petty squabbles."
He steps closer, flicking the blond's forehead with sole index. Right hand soon sliding underneath the dark cloak around his frame.
"Focus. You sense them too, don't you?" Getting closer, ten— nay, twenty rogue ninjas, gunning for them.
The rain isn't letting up.
A downpour — any person, traveller or otherwise, hidden within inns or their own personal homes. Not Sasuke.
He advances, relentless, as relentless as the rain from above; step by heavy step, as though he's headed for something.