Uchiha Sasuke (
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He's a wanderer.
Ever since the traumatic day when everything was taken from him, he's been a wanderer. Nothing more, nothing less. A shinobi? Only in the barest terms. A crimson band of cloth covers the ruin of his sockets, hiding the shame from the world; his memories of receiving basic medical care from a civilian village are fogged by the fever that ravaged him during those days.
Ever since then, he's wandered. Slowly learning to survive, slowly adapting, he now moves with some trace of his old grace and confidence, as though he has some perception of the world beyond the reach of his hands. The snakes have taught him, and experience, the slow and bitter sensei, has taught him.
But he will never again be what he once was.
He's entering another village, he knows that; where it is, what its name is, he doesn't know. Doesn't entirely care. Perhaps they'll feed him, perhaps he can trade some manual labor for a few coins, and then move on again. That's all he can hope for anymore.
Ever since the traumatic day when everything was taken from him, he's been a wanderer. Nothing more, nothing less. A shinobi? Only in the barest terms. A crimson band of cloth covers the ruin of his sockets, hiding the shame from the world; his memories of receiving basic medical care from a civilian village are fogged by the fever that ravaged him during those days.
Ever since then, he's wandered. Slowly learning to survive, slowly adapting, he now moves with some trace of his old grace and confidence, as though he has some perception of the world beyond the reach of his hands. The snakes have taught him, and experience, the slow and bitter sensei, has taught him.
But he will never again be what he once was.
He's entering another village, he knows that; where it is, what its name is, he doesn't know. Doesn't entirely care. Perhaps they'll feed him, perhaps he can trade some manual labor for a few coins, and then move on again. That's all he can hope for anymore.
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"darn!" came the hiss as the paper unstuck... and then a groan as it flew in the wind... and landed near someone with... a headband hiding his eyes? He went over to retrieve the paper and looked up.
"Hello mister!" came an overly happy chirpy voice.
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He considered ignoring, walking by, but he was disoriented, unsure. So instead, he paused. "Child. What village is this?"
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"Is there anyone who would pay for work, or trade for food and supplies?" That was all he needed, really, and then he would move on. There was nowhere to stop for him, not anymore.
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What to do, what to do? "Y'missed the caravans that came by too, maybe they woulda liked tradin..."
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Well. It was a place to start. "Bring me to him, then." A pause, and he added, "...What is your name, child?"
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"I'm Sasuke~" it truly -was-a happy chirp more than anything. "Uchiha Sasuke or at least.. guess I should say the youngest of'ems.. s'gettin kinda confusin" he groaned lightly.
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No. It couldn't be. He was Uchiha Sasuke. This child couldn't be...
"What do you mean?" he gritted out of a suddenly-tight throat. "Explain yourself, boy."
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A word that was bitter ashes in his mouth, in his mind. The Niisan who'd all too clearly only left him alive as spare parts was here, and Sasuke could take back what was rightfully his...
... But wait. If they were from different times, different places...
No, he wanted to say. None of it makes sense. But admitting ignorance choked in his throat, and the idea that a child could lecture him on such things was worse.
"Yes," he said instead. "It does."
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"Say, say!" he asked, full of childish enthusiasm. "Who're you?" it might have been the dreaded question.
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And yet... and yet, to lie troubled him. Perhaps this one could be saved...
When he spoke, his voice held a dark, sharp note. Pain. "Uchiha Sasuke."
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Uchiha Sasuke.
The concept of future selves was something he had become familiar with here, but to see such a thing? See himself, his future self... like this?
He wanted to ask what happened, but decided against it. He could change nothing. All he could do...
"....say..." his voice was a tiny broken chirp. "...can I hug you?" Normally he didn't ask and just did it, but...
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And yet, instead of 'no,' he found himself saying, "If you want." Not quite a welcome, but not a rebuff either. This child would have a long life of backs turned on him, Sasuke told himself.
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This was himself... from the future. He had been told that bad things happened to him, and he had met his 13-year old self first. He did not look that bad off, and even taught him a jutsu. He had his girl-self too, and she might have been somewhat grumpy, but still...
Why did this future self make him feel so cold inside? He wasn't even sure what that feeling was. He valiantly tried to stop tears, squeezing his eyes shut. He wasn't going to cry. He wasn't! Why would he do that?
Probably because he felt a huge lump in his throat as he wondered just what was in store for him once he disappeared from here... and went back to where he had gotten torn from.
"I dun' wanna go back" he whimpered in a shaky voice.
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Tiny arms gripped with a fierce despair, as if he would fall into a deep, endless dark pit if he let go.
There were so many thoughts running through his mind, and he was too young to even comprehend some of what flashed by. He could ask why, could ask how... but instead he remained silent, light sniffles escaping him.
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After all, what more than this did he have to look forward to?
But he didn't push the boy away, didn't try to reject the innocent attempt at connection. A touch was... rare, was perhaps something a little special. Something to be treasured. One hand came to rest lightly between the child's shoulderblades, a tentative attempt at comfort.
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That hand upon his small back did little to stop the sniffling. He was oh so bravely trying to not cry at the overwhelmingly strange, alien feeling in his little chest.
He tried to speak, but when just a broken whimper got out, he gave up on the attempt. Whatever words he may have been able to form at the moment might have been worse than silence. For now, he hugged his future self a fraction tighter as his body trembled.
What he had here... in his hands... was the future...
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Finally, though, his stomach growled, reminding him how long it had been since he'd eaten. He would need to find some kind of food... and some way to pay for it.
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"If there is something that needs doing, I can still work in exchange for food," he added. No charity, no pity, should be spent on him. He was not disabled, not helpless. Just... blind.
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Insane, he decided to himself. I've gone insane. Perhaps he was still wandering in the wilderness somewhere, his fever unchecked, hallucinating as he died by degrees.
If so, then what difference did anything make? It wasn't as though anyone cared about him anymore. He might as well go along with the hallucination until it faded.
That said, though, he still had his pride. "I don't want to rely on anyone's generosity," he said simply. "I'm old enough to take care of myself."
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