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KAMEN RIDER OOO.
A sound comes from his throat. It's a hum, low, full of intrigue. He wonders how many events have changed. . . and how many have stayed the same.
"Nevermind that," he says, not keen on sharing sins of his past. "You should be careful; snakes are not to be trusted."
Her childish remarks are ignored— instead, he continues to insist, to find out more about this Sakura, about the daughter of the snake.
"Did he give you a curse mark?" Sasuke questions, inspecting her neck from his position, failing to see anything. "Doesn't look like it."
Traversing realities is one thing; moving back in time is another. Having been found by @kotomindset, Sasuke —about fifteen years older than the boy Shisui knows— tenses up.
This was not supposed to happen.
"You were not supposed to see me."
"I see. . ."
A world that is not his own; a world where the snake's appreciate was not himself, but @snakefluenced.
Sasuke observes, expressionless; right eye, unobscured by hair, showing a glimmer of curiosity.
". . . Snake skin is not a good look on you."





















