Jun 15, 2019 4:46 PM
inanna's ring!sasuke wakes up in narutoverse
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Something small, one bedroom. Easy to maintain. Room for books. Relatively quiet; he doesn't mind walking a while to get to stuff, and that'll make it cheaper anyways.

He doesn't really give any sign of recognizing the man or not.

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He introduces himself as Raido, and doesn't act like he knows Sasuke.

There are two good options for apartments, one nearer the clan compound, the other across town.

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Near is more likely to get him people who already knew Sasuke. But it'll be convenient if he needs to get anything from the compound... Including any clues to this body's life and story. Reluctantly, he chooses the one nearer.

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Raido helps him get set up with the landlady, who peers at Sasuke with some suspicion. The apartment is pre-furnished, which is fortunate because everything in his house is currently under analysis. If he wants anything from there particularly, Raido says the Hokage instructed him to make a note of it and they'll expedite its return.

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Not really anything he can think of specifically. (He never kept journals and doubts this other him did. Books might be interesting, but he won't be able to go through them quickly without acceleration anyways).

"Do you know when I'm going back to the Academy?" he asks, figuring that's the most relevant thing right now.

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No one will expect him back for at least a week. Or if he wanted to return sooner, that would be up to him.

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...A week seems good. (Way too short a mourning period, but what isn't fucked up here.)

Where's the nearest stores? 

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There's a small convenience store on the corner, and the shopping district is that way.

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"Thanks. I guess... I'm probably good for now."

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Raido nods, and departs.

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He'll get essentials, first, because he's actually sensible despite all indications to the contrary -

And then he buys a stack of notebooks and pens. He'll have to figure out creating a spellbook out of proper materials later. 

For now, he works on recreating spells. Utility ones, ones easy to test surreptitiously...

He hasn't gotten anything by the end of the week, but he's made notable progress in the components.

He makes more progress going places and listening. What rumors are there? What do people think is appropriate to talk about when they notice a kid around or not? Are people generally afraid, content, happy?

(This is exhausting so he doesn't do it much. A few decades ago he wouldn't have been able to at all.)

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There's a lot of gossip about the massacre. People are initially sort of morbidly curious about what could have happened. It seems his family was the local police force. When word gets around that it was one of their own who killed the rest, attitudes shift to more of a 'they got what was coming'. His data about what people will and won't talk about around kids are slightly confounded by the fact that when he's noticed, people tend to stop talking. He gets a lot of stares and whispers behind his back about the last Uchiha boy. Other than that, things seem peaceful. No wars or border skirmishes or anything terribly interesting politically.

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Some kind of tension, between the Uchiha and the rest of the village? He knows police aren't looked kindly on everywhere - he can't imagine anyone liking the enforcers of a police state.

He doesn't have to fight to pretend to be bothered by the gossip. This... Is just mean spirited.

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He's not the only target. There's another boy, small and blond, likes to wear screamingly orange outfits, who is, if anything, even worse off. At least the shopkeepers will take Sugira's money.

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He does not approve. At all. He's not really able to figure out why people hate the boy - is he foreign? Did his parents do something? But he doesn't have enough information to go on, and this whole place is worse than the vast majority of frontier planets so the hypothesis space is incredibly broad.

He goes up to the kid one day, just before he's due back at the Academy. His hands are in his pockets, but he's keeping his gaze level and his shoulders from hunching. It's late in the day, and he's tracked the boy down to a now-deserted playground.

"Hey," he says, simply.

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"What do you want?" the boy asks, voice sharp, glancing at Sugira out of the corner of his eye.

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He shrugs. Fatherhood hadn't made him magically good with kids, so, actually, he doesn't really have a plan here, but - "You seemed lonely," he picks out of possibility space.

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The boy narrows his eyes. "None of your business, jerk!"

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...He mishandled that apparently, though it seems like the boy might already know this 'Sasuke.' Awkward.

He steps back a bit, hunches his shoulders, says, "I'm not trying to be a jerk." He shakes his head. "I... Can I sit."

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Some suspicious eyeing, but he nods slowly and scooches over.

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Sugira sits next to him, tilts his head back. "My family died," he says, bluntly. "And people are saying they had it coming. So. You seemed lonely." He shrugs.

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"...Oh." The boy twists fully towards Sugira. "...I'm an orphan, too. I don't know my parents, but maybe people hated them, too." It's one of the many possibilities Naruto's spun through for why everyone hates him. That his parents were assholes is a thought that hurts less than that there's something wrong with him specifically.

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His first thought is: wow this village sucks at taking care of kids.

His second: his wife's going to tease him for adopting yet another child within a week of being in a new world.

Outwardly, he nods, and turns back to the boy. "I'm Uchiha Sasuke," he says, ignoring how it feels a bit weird to be introducing himself under a fake name. He's done it before.

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"Uzumaki Naruto." And then, leaning uncomfortably close because what are boundaries, he says in the grave way of a kid making an observation about the universe, "Your eyes are the same as mine."

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Not the weirdest thing a kid's ever said to him by a long shot, so. He puts a little smile on his face, and says, "Want to come to my place? I can make dinner."

(He's going to need a bigger apartment if the village has this many hated orphans...)

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