"Are you sure you'll be okay, Sasuke?" Itachi asked handing Sasuke the number of the hotel he was staying at. He was going out for work. "I'll be back tomorrow night."
"I'll be fine, don't worry, it's been a week since I got out of the hospital."
"Alright, bye," Itachi saluted stepping out the door.
"See ya."
"Oh, and be careful with those stitches Sasuke! Keep that cast on!"
"Ha, ha, yeah." Sasuke shut the door behind him. What should I do now that Itachi's gone? Sasuke pondered. He could have some real fun if he really wanted too. Now, where would Itachi not want me to go? That was a good place to start. Ha, the back port. The back port was the best place to hang out. It was in the run down and isolated part of the city where no one could bother Sasuke and whoever else was in his "subculture." He decided that waiting for it to be no darker would be too long, so he grabbed a "Motionless in White" sweatshirt and a pack of cigarettes he kept in his closet and set out.
The teens at the back port watched as Sasuke neared. Capri Smith, Gaara's girlfriend of the month, made a comment to Gaara.
"What happen to Sasuke's arm?"
"Don't know, don't care," Gaara replied.
"I heard he got stitches," whispered another.
"how do you know?" Capri asked.
"because, when I was a little kid, I fell down and had to get stitches. I had to get the same thing on my arm."
"But how did he get stitches?"
"Probably cut himself," Gaara finally spoke.
"No way."
"Haven't you heard? Orochimaru is using him for a good fuck," Gaara revealed trying his best to put out a slightly sympathetic voice.
"But—"
"he was already used once by Orochimaru. This is all bad memories for him."
"Ha. Sounds like we could use this for some fun. Hey, you," Capri cried pointing at Jack Dunner.
"What?"
"See Sasuke?"
"Yeah."
"Wanna know what happened to his arm?"
"Uh, sure."
"He got stitches."
"Okay."
"Yeah, but he cut himself too deep. That's why."
"really?"
"yeah. Isn't that totally crazy?"
"Totally."
"Hey, do me a favor."
"What?"
"Go tell, Missy over there. I'd do it myself, but she won't believe me."
"'kay." Thus, began the turmoil.