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Who: Sasuke eatmychidori and Naruto fullofmsg
Where: Just outside Latimir
When: After this conversation.
Rating: PG-13ish. Language, blood, violence. Ninja-business.
Summary: Sasuke fled as soon as Sakura untied him, and now he's gotten himself injured again. Oh, and that idiot stole his shirt.
The log:
That idiot. Sasuke clenched his teeth as he reluctantly made his way back to th building-Latimir-. If it weren't for that moron switching their shirts, Sasuke wouldn't be making his way anywhere near his teammate's former teammate's abodes. He wasn't moving slowly by any normal human means. But to him, a well-trained shinobi, it seemed to be a snail's pace. Naruto's jacket rubbed uncomfortably against his bare skin. It was annoying him to no end, but braving the cold or exposing the bruises that littered his chest were much less favorable options.

Avoiding any more monsters on the way was a challenge for the injured Uchiha, but he managed just fine. He had scoured as much of city's boundaries as he could without seriously risking his life. And he had discovered: Nothing. The idea that he would, in fact, be stuck in this place for a substantial amount of time made the Uchiha's blood boil. If he couldn't find an immediate escape, Sasuke was already calculating a plan of action. The Scientists. He could force them to send him home.

Latimir came into view and Sasuke stopped to steel his angry face and zip up the obnoxious orange jacket to hide his fresh injuries. Straightening his walk, to hide the slight limp a badly bruised leg was causing, he made his way mock-leisurely to the front of Sakura's building. Sasuke leaned casually against the wall, trying not to wince at the hard surface connecting with a deep bruise on his back, and crossed his arms. He wanted nothing more than to trade clothing back and leave.

Where was that idiot?