wretchedblood-uchihaâ:
konohasuchihaâ:
âWho cares what some stupid lady thinks? Adults arenât trustworthy anyway.â And they werenât. No one had tried to find Itachi, and no one had truly tried to help him. Sure they gave Naruto food, but Sasuke had all the money of his clan to survive on and had been forced to figure out survival on his own. What did he care how they saw him anyway?
âYea! Who cares what some stupid lady thinks!â He spat at her loudly as he walked out.
He frowned though as he walked out. On of the mysteries he was determined to solve was why everyone hated or feared him. It made no sense. He was just a regular kid!
If he was going to be hokage..he needed people to look up to him. Not hate and fear him.
âCome on..letâs go..Iâm all healed anywaysâ
Sasuke stood to follow the blond out of the room. He paused at the door shooting a harsh glare back at the woman. He didnât spit, but he hardly had to. Such a cold look from a young child had to be unsettling. He turned back to Naruto the glare gone to be replaced by an impassive but slightly confused look. âI thought you cared.â

















