[Early one morning, mid-month, Itachi wakes up in a bed he doesn’t know, in a world he doesn’t recognize. The alien fear that seizes him is terrifying. He’s quick to calm it down, walking himself through the mental paces of a young shinobi’s training—he needs to investigate his surroundings and piece together what’s happened.
Still, the sole thought of Where’s Sasuke? screams louder than the rest. He can’t fully relax, going through the apartment with a rapidly rising sense of dread only to have none of his questions answered. The clothes are too big for him. The weapons are familiar, but he can’t carry them all, so he straps a few kunai to his leg with a makeshift holster instead. There’s a foreign ring on a long, black tether near the bed, ‘vermillion’; he doesn’t know what it means, so he leaves it there.
Hunger eventually drives him outside after finding little of substance in too-tall cabinets (he’d had to climb up on the counter to reach). The city is dazzling and disorienting to an eight-year-old who has never seen even the world outside his own village. Yet he navigates unfamiliar streets with determination, intact hitai-ate gleaming silver in the daylight, tiny height easily swallowed by afternoon crowds.
It’s only by random chance that Itachi decides to approach Yuta, choosing randomly—someone who appears more familiar than the individuals with strange, brightly colored features.]
Excuse me. [Polite, quiet, well-spoken despite his age.] Can you tell me where we are?
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Still, the sole thought of Where’s Sasuke? screams louder than the rest. He can’t fully relax, going through the apartment with a rapidly rising sense of dread only to have none of his questions answered. The clothes are too big for him. The weapons are familiar, but he can’t carry them all, so he straps a few kunai to his leg with a makeshift holster instead. There’s a foreign ring on a long, black tether near the bed, ‘vermillion’; he doesn’t know what it means, so he leaves it there.
Hunger eventually drives him outside after finding little of substance in too-tall cabinets (he’d had to climb up on the counter to reach). The city is dazzling and disorienting to an eight-year-old who has never seen even the world outside his own village. Yet he navigates unfamiliar streets with determination, intact hitai-ate gleaming silver in the daylight, tiny height easily swallowed by afternoon crowds.
It’s only by random chance that Itachi decides to approach Yuta, choosing randomly—someone who appears more familiar than the individuals with strange, brightly colored features.]
Excuse me. [Polite, quiet, well-spoken despite his age.] Can you tell me where we are?