Sandaime & Yondaime! [PLOT]

[Ikeda Sasuke]

→ "Disgusting."

It tasted like complete garbage as it caressed his sensitive noise and taste buds with its putrid smells and rancid aftertaste respectively. If it wasn't for his insistence on not making a huge scene, there was nothing more in the world that he wanted to do than to spit this food in the chefs face. One would ask what he was eating that would bring on such strong disgust, and that was simple: Ramen. It was a ramen shop he commonly ventured towards to try new things, and as of yet, out of hundreds of different types of ramens, he has not found a single ramen that tasted good to him, and as always during his daily routine, he had prayed, take one or two sips, pushed it aside, place his cash on the table, and walk away.

This was like all routines before, and he was now at the last step of walking away, the chef's eye of curiosity and perhaps a slight hint of hatred as Sasuke would taste a majority of his ramen everyday yet each day called them disgusting.

He donned on his hat to block the sun's burning light, readjusted the blanket along his back to straighten it, and walked through the shopping district of Sunagakure, where traders from all over would set up their bazaar and sell whatever they could in this desolate land - his homeland.

→ "Where do you think we should go?." He said, staring at the sunny skies that scorched the sand beneath his feet, he could feel the heat simmering under his sandals and the sweat of his feet dripping like rain - an ordinary day in Sunagakure, however especially hot. His lack of focus as he walked caused him to slowly bump into an individual which sent him a bit back almost losing his balance, but his shinobi training allowed him to stand his ground and quickly regain it. His posture returned to normal as he scanned the person with his gold-brownish orbs.

→ "...."

[Dialogue Color]: B87333
[Dialogue Text]: TROCHUT
[Word Count]: 333
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[Sabakuhana Tomohiko]

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[Ikeda Sasuke]

The collision of just a moment ago had a faint pain tinge that remained on his shoulder for some unknown reason. It felt like walking into a mud-wall. Disgusting. Who could feel like a mud-wall, and how was that even possible? His gold-brownish orbs held its apathetic glare as it scanned the individual who seemed to have landed on his rear from the supposed collision of a mud-wall like human, and from the looks of his appearance - it fits. His entire attire was ordinarily and expressive of being a bundle of simpleness yet complexity of the mind - what that means. His mind was really contemplating and relating the contradictions of contradictions of things that exist in the world.

Whatever was the case, the person seemed to be unharmed and got up rather quickly to apologize - as he should - despite Sasuke being equally blameable, but Sasuke wasn't one for apologizing and he wasn't going to do it now, especially to some random chatter box kid. He didn't even try to follow the words that came from his lips at an exceedingly fast pace, no, he didn't care in the slightest, and when he realized the utter amount of time wasting this was, he spoke,

→ "Shut up." His incessant chatter only brought irritation to Sasuke's mental mind, and he wanted this little meeting to be over and move on with his originally thought out plans. That was, until the boy begun to turn red and begin to have a face of sadness, bearing hidden tears ready to burst at any moment, and at that moment Sasuke just stared with his indifferent glare. His eyes shifted to the left,

→ "Kind of obvious, don't you think?" He said with what would seem to be random words with no real purpose, but it did have some. He turned his eyes back to the teary eyed scarf-wearing boy with big baby eyes.

→ "Stop crying like a baby bitch. I don't have time for this." His words were filled with indifference, this boys tears, his clothes, his existence, his entirety, everything, he didn't care nor had any reason to care other than he being an incessant chatter box with the inability to hold in his tears. His eyes shifted to the left once again,


→ "Was I?" Turning back to, what did he call himself? Tomoshiba? Tomohitsu? Tomo? Well, tomo was the only thing he remembered from his name so Tomo would be what he would call him from now on. Turning his eyes back to Tomo,

→ "Tomo, how about we find that lizard?" His eyes still remained indifferent and his tone were as if he was forced to offer his help, albeit it'll be a very miniscule amount of help, and if Tomo had any ounce of sense, he should refuse his proposal making him happy and it happy that he at least asked - win vs win.



[Dialogue Color]: B87333
[Dialogue Text]: TROCHUT
[Word Count]: 483
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