Jan. 10th, 2013

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[ It smells like metal, an old wood polish he remembers from his childhood, and something else entirely unrecognizable to him. He'd know. He's taking stock. And for all his lessons in blending into the background and keeping himself unnoticed, his own sweat- and blood-stained clothing makes him feel that he's tainting every overly smooth surface that he touches.

Sasuke's not too exhausted to panic but he is too analytical to immediately rebel, keeping his mouth shut and his eyes open throughout the introductory video. He even peacefully accepts the items handed out to him while his head pounds behind an otherwise emotionless exterior, duffle bag swung over his shoulder as he eyes the other equally dazed arrivals.

This isn't a genjutsu and it isn't a dream; he's never seen anything like this place nor does he have the ability to imagine it. It's only when he's herded into the hallway with the rest of them that he dissents, slipping away from the group when he finally does see something familiar.
]

Suigetsu.

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