[05] boy you'll be the death of me

[thethundersaid]

Who: Sasuke & Friends Former Acquaintances, limited one-afternoon engagement. (Sakura & Naruto.)
Where: Isla Empieza (starting at the marketplace)
When: Backdated to February 11th.
What: Sasuke 'fesses up his identity at some point and now is the hour of reckoning.
Warnings: Probably not too violent.
Style: Whatever! Anything! Go wild.
Status: Openish. (Drop me a line so we can sort timeline if you want in!)

Somehow, he hadn't expected Sakura's name to turn up in the journal. Given who else from his world was also here, he likely should have: there was clearly neither rhyme nor reason as to who was pulled from where and when, though if Davy Jones was trying to pick people out for power, he was certainly raking through Sasuke's world thoroughly.

His frame was tense as he stalked through Empieza toward the fountain to meet Sakura, ignoring the way the locals still gave him apprehensive looks and surreptitiously left a space around him even in the marketplace.

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[slugly]

This leaves Sakura with Naruto, which is't necessarily a bad thing. In fact, it's probably good in this case because he keeps her mind off the anxiousness of seeing Sasuke again and not knowing what it's going to be like. Without the war, without the need for teamwork and fighting together she wasn't sure where they stood.

Naruto's presence made it easier, as it always did nowadays.

She finishes up with the journal and then closes it carefully, thoughts plaguing her mind with the sort of information she got out of it. Some of it was useless; some of it was just downright baffling; all of it irritated her. She's left as lost and confused as she had been when she first arrived here. At least she doesn't have to worry about Naruto.

Or does she?

When the crowd clears and Sasuke appears Sakura glances up and sucks in a breath, holding it. While she was apprehensive, she was still relieved and glad that he was okay too. She stands up quickly when he's close and is unsure what to do with her hands so she holds her journal tight at her side.