Sasuke. / starter plotted
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While Konoha may have once been their home, now it is the furthest thing from it. The eyes that greet the Sannin are brimming with disdain, fear and instinctive aversion. As if they are a wolf walking amid sheep, every member of this town knowing better than to trust their wicked smile, seeing only teeth that had once sunk in to the throats of Konoha residents just like them. But they are not here because they want to be, they are here because they have an order, because the subject at hand has roped them in.
Their students daughter, their sons best friend. How can the serpent not step forward when no other medic within Konoha’s hospital could come up with an answer for the two kunoichi’s treatments? Their steps are silent, wraithlike as they sweep in ethereal grace through white pristine halls. Only for their golden eyes sharp like a serpents to find their way to a dark and tall figure in the room.
They greet Sasuke with no smile, for they know his mood must be grave with his wife and daughter in such critical care. They can not offer him sympathy, it isn’t in them to pity others, even under such dire circumstances. The basic etiquette of not offering some cruel joke the most they can bring to the table. And how it had taken many years to learn to behave better than twisted humor. How their dear friend Tsunade, former dear friend, had never tolerated their poor coping mechanism toward tragedy. Particularly on the eve of her brothers passing.
“You needn’t explain their conditions. I have read the report thoroughly.”
While the serpent may not be reliable when it came to appropriate behaviours, they were reliable in their work. Competent, experienced and fully capable of getting any job done as efficiently as possible. A truly ambitious nature. They let that be the first words they speak to him, to remind him he needn’t worry about their presence here, that they were currently as asset, not a threat.
“How are you handling it, my dear?” they ask, and even now their voice can not carry true concern, too foreign a concept to them. Their question is of a curious nature, though perhaps it ought to be merit enough that their curiosities had finally ventured to less selfish places, and extended to the emotional states of others. Progress, day by day.
