niteo_logs | There's no motivation

Characters: Nara Shikamaru and OPEN
When: April 11th
Where: Some vague spot in Nesreca that isn't the apartment building. >_>
Rating: PG for possible coarse language.
Summary: Another shinobi arrives and isn't ready to risk the network yet. Help him out?

Shikamaru blinked warily at his surroundings, crouched nervously inside the entrance of a crumbling building, fingers gripping tight to the odd device he’d found stowed away in his pocket. He figured it had to be some sort of communication device, taking the buttons and hole-placements into account, but there was no way he was going to fiddle with unfamiliar equipment just yet. Not when he had no idea who might answer his call.

Because this wasn’t right. This wasn’t Konoha. Not by a long shot.

He’d been walking through the the village, intent on what promised to be an impressive lunch at the Akimichi compound, and then suddenly he was here. Stranded in a decimated city, the ruins of which didn’t resemble Konoha (or any other place he could think of) in the slightest... which he supposed should have been something of a comfort, but the abrupt change in location was doing little to help along such reasonable thinking. Clenched fingers and the quiet mutter of “Kai!” had done nothing to set his situation right, and now he was left with only the desolate landscape stretching out before him and the panicked flurry of his own thoughts.

What was this? Just a dream? It seemed so real, the light spattering of rain against his skin and the sound of gravel crunching beneath his sandals. Was he... going crazy? No, there was no need for that. He had to calm down. He wasn’t dreaming and he wasn’t in Konoha, but as long as he kept thinking rationally, he could find an explanation.

Poking his head out from his impromptu hiding place, he carefully started to edge his way outside, eyes wide and taking in everything even as he reached out hesitantly with his chakra, feeling for any signs of life. Part of him was tempted to try and wait this out. To keep out of sight until he could get his bearings, but if someone had meant to get the drop on him? They would have already.

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Not knowing where you were always put a shinobi at a disadvantage. Even if it wasn't your element, it would be wise to get to know the place; there's bound to be something you could use to your advantage. At least, that is what Shisui was doing: getting a feel for the land. He was hopping about from branch to branch of whatever tree he found. The place was pretty barren anyway, most definitely a ghost town. But it wouldn't hurt to scout around.

...Which is when Shisui notices the chakra, stilling immediately. It didn't feel like either Itachi's or Sasuke's.

So, there was somebody else here from their world.

Crouching on a branch and watching the kid - who seemed no more than two or three years his junior? - Shisui smirks, responding with an equally cautious burst of chakra in Shikamaru's direction.

Shikamaru immediately froze where he stood, only his head moving as he whipped it around to stare in the direction the new burst of chakra had come from. So someone was here. Someone who wanted him to notice their presence. It was... sort of reassuring. If they were purposely giving away their location, then maybe they meant no harm.

But he wasn't ready to break the silence of the desolate landscape just yet. Somewhat hopeful, he sent another small burst of chakra back, turning to be sure that his forehead protector would be plainly visible.

The forehead protector was duly noted. Why the kid wore it around his arm, Shisui could find no logical reason for. Still perched on the tree, he peered through a few branches in front of him to get a better look at the younger nin. Nope, he didn't recognize him at all. A newbie, perhaps. That was enough to pique Shisui's interest.

The next burst of chakra made him smile, and he moved the branches away from his face, revealing himself to the other to give him a moment to take him in before jumping down from that tree.

"It bothers me a little that quite a few of us are here." Shisui tips his head to a side, still curious about the newcomer.

The sight of another Konoha forehead protector was a huge relief, and the boy relaxed just a little when the other nin revealed himself properly. He wasn't alone and, if he was lucky, there would be others like the teen before him who would be able to handle the situation and set things right.

"How many? For how long?"

"Three that I know of." They're all family too, it's like a big family reunion or something, except the ages are all messed up. "I have information that there are at least twenty in all, not all of them shinobi though."

Shisui steps closer till he's just a few feet away from Shikamaru. "We're all not from the same time either. So... I may be way before your time, or after, even if I'm only fifteen here." He's keeping in mind that he was dead to both his cousins.

It's easy to tell that he is Uchiha, though, from the high collared dark blue shirt he's wearing. Right now he is trying to figure out who Shikamaru is.

He studies Shisui carefully as the other draws closer. His likely status as an Uchiha doesn't even seem plausible at first glance (because they're all dead), but the mention of different times kicks that assumption right out the door. If one accepts the concept of differing time lines as fact, of course.

The doubt is plain on his face, but the boy presses on.

"So if we suspend disbelief, I think I'd be from after... Uchiha?"

"Probably." There's a pang of sadness right there that he manages to mask, because he knows what exactly happened after his death. Or well, what was supposed to happen.

"Uchiha Shisui." A smile, and he steps closer, arms crossed in front of his chest. "You?"

He doesn't recognize the name, but just having it made him feel a little more secure. It wasn't terribly logical, but every new bit of information was a comfort.

"Nara Shikamaru."

"Nara?" Shisui glances down at his own shadow, lips curling into a little smirk when he realizes what the other is probably capable of. "Welcome to Nesreca."

Shisui studies the other nin for a while longer before adding: "I just got here about a week ago. Itachi's been here for about the same time, I think. Sasuke's been here for-- a few years." He tips his head again. "Assuming you've heard of them, that is."

Shikamaru can't hold back a small smirk of his own when he sees the other glance down, but it doesn't linger for long with the following information dump.

"... I don't think I know anyone who hasn't." Excluding Naruto, of course, but Naruto was an idiot. "Sasuke was in my class, but Itachi..."

He trails off, anxious and perplexed. How was he supposed to even broach that topic, if at all?

"...Itachi killed off the clan and then left the village as a rouge nin." It is stated monotonously. He'd come to know about it from Itachi himself, and they'd come to expect it as one of the possible outcomes of the sacrifices they made even before the order was dispatched to Itachi, weeks following Shisui's death. He wasn't going to lie, it did bother him that he couldn't save his clan, but he was in the process of accepting it as the best move.

"Sasuke is my cousin." Was. "He was younger to me by seven years, but he's older than I am here, by three."

Now, knowing that Shikamaru was from a future generation, he was itching to ask about Konoha. What was it like, what was it like without the Uchiha, was it peaceful, just like the Shodaime intended it to be? "Konoha, I--" A pause. "Is it better... Without us?"

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vnjkfdv sorry for lateness D: