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Kisame wondered, then, if this was it. If this was just a place one went to after death.

Because surely he was dead. Oh, yes, he'd made sure of that. And yet...strangely enough, he was in tact, and Samehada was on his back like it had never left. He reached back to rest a hand on the sword, but then the sky caught his attention. Slowly, he lowered his hand to his side.

But Kisame didn't often care about beautiful things. Such was the case now, for his attention had turned to the buildings around him, and he realized he was in a completely unfamiliar area.

"...what the hell?"

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"...tcheh." He scoffed, dropping his grip on the blade before turning around to start striding away in the other direction. "Might meet yourself...multiples..." He snorted. Clearly it was time to find someone who knew what they were talking about.

"Mmhmm. You knew an older me Kisame-san. There's a lot more Uchiha here." He didn't bother moving to follow, raising his voice so it would reach the man easily as he moved away. He had, after all, been speaking fairly softly before.

The footsteps halted.

"Uchiha", huh? His head turned, and part of his body with it. His peripherals weren't the best, but that needn't be mentioned. He gave the kid a cool, flat look. Or rather he thought it was cool and flat. He looked overly suspicious with the way his jaw mulled over to the side before righting itself again.

"There are only two, last I heard."

"There is Madara-nii, the versions of myself, the versions of otouto, mother, and Shisui, here." He lifted his chin. "Father was here as well but he's gone again. It is a pleasure to meet you Kisame-san, I am Uchiha Itachi."

The kid looked like Itachi might have as a youth, for certain...

...surely that couldn't be. But the kid carried himself just so. The shape of his face, and those eyes. Kisame studied him for a good long while, and in the meantime thought about what this could mean. The unfortunate part was, Kisame wasn't totally sure what happened after you died, he'd only assumed you disappeared into the nothingness. He crossed his arms, that nearly-threatening grin appearing on his face again.

"I'll tell you what. You show me these 'other versions' of yourself, and we'll see."

He huffed, then blinked once, eyes crimson when they opened again, just a tad exasperated. "I'm not going to bother Ani-chi-sama, he doesn't sleep enough, Ani-chi is recovering from being poisoned, and Ane-chi... You won't hit on her will you? I think she'd he okay to introduce you to if you won't."

"On 'her'? Come on, kid, this is unbelievable enough as it is."

He hummed, then turned in place and headed toward home. "See for yourself then, come on. You don't have to trust me."

Kisame paused for a moment, if only to be defiant, but rolled his eyes and sighed as he followed. There really wasn't much of any other choice here, if he wanted information. He was going to keep on his guard, though.

He didn't look back to him, moving along far more quietly than any child his age had a right to. "Kisame-san, please don't hurt anyone in my home, okay?"

"That depends on if I've got reason to," he retorted, keeping an eye on the brat. He was beginning to feel less inclined to do so, admittedly.

He came to a dead stop then, looking back at him and narrowing his eyes. "You don't have reason to."

"We shall see, when we get there," he replied, also stopped. Itachi this kid might end up being, but this wasn't his partner, regardless. He wasn't going to trust so easily, and not at least entertain the possibility that this was some otherworldly ambush. He had never been here before, he didn't know what was going on.

He stared at him for a beat, then turned to resume walking. "Naruto-chan tends to creep around, don't hurt him, he's just shy."

He merely grunted in reply. Alright, so this was a different world. That meant new terrain, new people, and apparently different and multiple versions of the old ones. Kisame would listen, but he was still prepared for an attack.

There was no attack forthcoming though, and it wasn't long at all before a three story house, patched up and study looking, came into view, Itachi making his way straight to the door, one head tilted as he listened for people. Few would be up though given the late hour.

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