"You shall be staying with us for the time being." Fugaku merely states. Sasuke raised his eyebrows.
"Why?" To be quite honest he really didn't want to. The privacy of an own apartment is a luxury he didn't have for the last couple years. Sasuke would like his privacy back please.
"To be quite frank, I don't want to leave you alone in a room with a microwave, or anything technological, without the proper instructions."
"A micro-wave? What does that do?" he damn well knows what it does, Izuna doesn't so he has to act oblivious. A pain in the ass that is. It might be the only negative thing about the disguise he had chosen.
"You'll see."
"Is there anyone else living in your house, aside from you and Itachi?" As if he doesn't know. He is fucking Sasuke!
"There is my second son Sasuke, who looks a surprising lot like you. And my wife Mikoto." Wow what a surprise! It's not as if Naruto is living there.
"Hmm. Is there anything else I should know?"
"Keep those foul words out of your mouth around the kids and especially my wife."
"I understand." Sasuke nods a couple times for good measure. "Women are scary."
"At least you're not stupid." Sasuke might be a lot of things but stupid has never been one of them. At least from what he's aware off.
"I might be ignorant, but stupid? Hell no."
"Good." Fugaku nods in satisfaction and they get on their way back to the house.
"You look like me!" Sasuke's mini-me exclaims as soon as he entered the house.
"I do. You know what that means?" Sasuke whispers in his younger versions ear, loud enough for the other people to hear it as well.
"What?" Littles Sasuke's eyes are full of wonder as he stares up at what would be him in the future. Not that he knew that.
"That you're going to be handsome in the future."
A giant smile formed on little Sasuke's face. "Did you hear that Nii-san?!" He turned to Itachi, eagerly awaiting a response.
"I did. It's great news." Itachi nods along. Like he's some sort of old grandpa listening to their grandchild's stories.
"Please do not feed my son with lies." Fugaku rudely interrupts.
"How dare you? I'll have you know that I was loved by the ladies." A dread of the times. He can only hope that he didn't have to experience the horror known as fangirls anymore.
"Loved by the ladies? Are you sure you don't mean loved the ladies?" Fugaku's eyebrow was raised. Sasuke could barely hold back his laughter.
"Pfft. What are you talking about? I flirted with plenty men as well." Sasuke didn't really care about gender. They were both ugly in their own special way.
"Good for you." And that was the end of that conversation.
"You're boring." Sasuke could only hope to meet someone that would go along with his tangents. Maybe Shisui would?
"Astute observation."
"Fuck you." As soon as that was said Sasuke realized his mistake.
"Who said that?!" A loud voice was heard rumbling from the hallway.
"Shit."
Settling in was a lot easier for Sasuke than it should have been. The explanations on how to use technology where annoying at best, but he had to sit through them. It's the strangest thing to act like a light switch is the most amazing thing ever invented.
But that brings him back to now. He decided that it was best to become a ninja of the village, which leads him to his current problem. As far as he's aware Izuna doesn't use lightning attacks. Sasuke uses them plenty and now the most effective part of his arsenal is not available. Not that he would've been able to use Chidori anyway, it's a technique Kakashi created, Izuna wouldn't know it.
He can get by with his sword skills, that's not the problem. The problem lies in the fact that he hasn't been training his fire techniques as often as he should. Izuna was a master in them, it would be strange if he couldn't do them now. Maybe he can blame it on his eye. It would be a weak excuse, especially since Jiraiya is still around, but it might be his best shot.
To settle on his rank a match would be held, in private. Sasuke knows that on the basis of pure skill he would easily make Jonin rank, but sadly that's not all that's required. Not to mention that he's completely new to them. It's not likely he'll achieve anything beyond Chunin, which funnily enough is higher than what he ever got in the other world.
Yet those are not his only problems. There is also Danzo who decided it would be a good way to spend his time watching him take the test, he must hold back his hate and anger, because Izuna never met the man.
So here he was, in the middle of a field with the world looking at him. He has to fight an opponent, not one he's familiar with, it makes things easier. Reactions are more genuine that way.
The fight wasn't difficult, Sasuke could handle the man easily. He just hoped that no one notices that he uses a modern fighting style, not one of the past, that's more suited for fighting in larger armor.
But he receives no comments on it. Sasuke hoped that would be a good thing. He turns to the spectators, letting his eyes skip over Danzo and his taints. They are obvious now with the rinnegan. He doesn't say anything because he doubts that would go over well.
In the end he's awarded a headband and the proud rank of Chunin. He's free to go on missions now. A part of him thinks it strange that they wouldn't want to test him for a while longer, to prove he's loyal. He doesn't decide to ponder it too long however.
"You're officially a ninja now." Shisui said as he handed Sasuke the headband Sasuke had come to despise. Naruto always carried that thing around like some sort of good luck charm. If anything, it did the exact opposite. Itachi was there too but he didn't say anything.
"I always was one." Izuna truly was. "I could throw a kunai before I could walk. Granted that was Madara-nii's fault but my point is made." Not that he knew that. But hey, it seemed like something Madara would do.
"You have the sharingan?" Itachi asked in that stupid quiet interested voice. It seemed fake in Sasuke's eyes.
"Well duh. How else was my brother supposed to get the eternal mangekyo?" Are these kids stupid or do they not know about clan stories.
"Do you still have it then? The mangekyo?" Shisui was genuinely intrigued. But Sasuke could only feel the headache the conversation was giving him.
"Let me see." What were they? A pair of spoiled children or something? Did he used to be like that? Sasuke could only hope not.
"Woah, they're different from the drawings." And there is plot hole number one in his story. How in the world is he supposed to get his own eyes to match Izuna's.
"These are the eternal mangekyo, of course it would be different from my previous one." Again, a weak excuse. The eternal mangekyo took on a pattern that resembles the combination of the two previous owners. But it's not like those kids should know about that.
"Right, sorry." Itachi sounded way too sincere for the situation. Or maybe that's just his personality.
"But then there is that other weird eye of yours. Still haven't figured out what it is." They wouldn't let that go either, would they?
"Me neither but it can do some crazy things." If Sasuke gets a chance to show off, he'll take it without hesitation.
"Like what?" Shisui gasped as he saw Sasuke disappear. Then he appeared somewhere else entirely. "Woah!"
"What does it do?" Itachi was curious. He always was.
"It's a stronger version of the body replacement technique, to put it simply." Sasuke smirks. He might not remember much of Shisui but the thing he does remember is that the boy loves the idea of teleporting.
"Anything else?"
Was that not enough? How spoiled are these kids? "You'll have to find out." And that left the conversation at that point. Which meant that they had to go on to the next topic.
"How is it? Being back from the dead?" Itachi asked.
How should Sasuke know? He's never been dead before. If they had to ask someone, they should have asked Madara. "That's nothing for you to worry about."
"I think you must miss your family a lot." Itachi said. There is a hint of sadness in his voice. But Sasuke could only resist the urge to roll his eyes at that.
"I do, I can't lie about that. But there is nothing I can do about it. No matter how many you kill, they won't come back. I'm an anomaly. Things change, I just have to adapt." He ends up ranting to let out the pent-up energy that had begun building inside of him.
"How do you do it?" Shisui asked. Being a ninja of such a high rank as them wasn't easy.
"Journaling." Now he's got another chance to show off.
"What?"
"Look, on this page I describe Tobirama's torture in detail, and this page is for colors I could dye his hair." It's a bit of a guilty pleasure for him. He used to have a journal to shit on Kakashi for his shitty teaching methods back in the day. Not that he ever told anyone before.
"It's just a Tobirama hate journal." Shisui pointed out.
Sasuke nodded sagely. "Exactly."
"He won't come back to life either." Itachi felt the need to point out. It might be a logical conclusion but Sasuke knew shit they didn't.
"Who told you that?"
Both boys blinked. "You just did."
"I don't think I heard you." Sasuke was having way too much fun with this. Using his future knowledge to gain an edge on these little kids. Not that they knew that.
"You were the one that told me." Itachi repeated a bit louder, probably thinking that Sasuke was genuine.
"Excuse me what?"
"You were the one that told me that people can't come back to life." Itachi repeated once again.
"I think there might be something stuck in my ear." Sasuke put a finger in his ear to further his point. Itachi took things way too seriously sometimes.
"I said…" Then Shisui cut in to put the boy out of his misery.
"Give up, he's just fooling with you."
"Oh." Sasuke couldn't quite interpret the look on his brother's face. He only knew that it was something hilarious.
Blame him. Taunting Itachi is the best way to spend his time. The kid is just so oblivious to anything remotely normal. As in how normal people hang out, and what they do in their free time. He supposes it makes sense, he always grew up having to do one thing or the other. But that doesn't make it any less funny.
So far, he hadn't been sent on any missions outside the village, he mostly did D-ranks. Only he didn't do them, he let a shadow clone do it. What? He can do it too, it's not a technique exclusive to Naruto. Granted he can't make as many as him but enough to not do the boring work himself. The excuse for Izuna knowing the technique? Sharingan.
Which brings him to the now. There is a clan meeting, with the elders. And if there is anything he knows about elders is that they always nag. Especially on people younger than them. It's like when you grow up you turn into a nagging asshole. He sure hopes he doesn't get to live to become someone like that.
He is lead to a room within one of the large building in the compound. There are a bunch of people sitting there. He would guess a little more than half the adults in the clan, Itachi is there as well. Probably has something to do with learning to lead the clan.
They start discussing something with economics, something that doesn't interest him in the slightest. Budgeting was always a Naruto thing. Mostly because he was poor and Sasuke lived of the inheritance of an entire clan.
It gives him time for his mind to wander. He surely hopes there is no one in this room that's actually old enough to remember the real Izuna. Chances of which are slim, but still there.
"Now onto something a little bit more exciting. The return of one of our own. Izuna." Sasuke heard his father say.
Sasuke holds up his hand, to show that he's there, but doesn't say anything else.
"Isn't there anything you want to say?" One of the elders asked him.
Sasuke shrugged. "These meetings are as boring as ever."
A resounding huff could be heard in the room. Fugaku only sighs. "We don't have any information why he's been brought back, only that he is. Not to mention the strange eye he has."
"Do we have any information on that eye?" Another person cut in.
"I did some digging but was unable to find anything. There was no eye matching that description." Sasuke said. He didn't though.
"That's not entirely true." Fugaku intercepted the conversation.
"What do you mean?"
"I had a talk with the Hokage about it. Apparently, the eye matches a description Jiraiya had left him, of a boy with two such eyes." Huh? What do you know? Maybe his father is actually smart.
"Does he know what they might be?"
"I said it was the rinnegan." A gasp of shock could be heard in the room. "Truly an interesting situation." He smiles his brightest grin, which knowing his father wasn't very bright at all.
"Of course I would get something that great. I'm only the greatest person to have ever lived after all."
"You are still the same." A soft voice of an elderly woman cuts into the conversation.
"Eh?" Sasuke blinked. There was someone old enough to remember the real Izuna. That could fuck up his plans really fast. Not that he had any at this point.
"Do you not remember me?" She spoke. "Tomoko."
Sasuke is silent for a bit. "Eeh?" He acts surprised. The lady would have changed a lot over the years, so he gets to act surprised.
"I still remember all those times you used to flirt with me." There was a sort of wistful smile on her face. Sasuke didn't really get it. He doesn't get romance in the slightest.
"Eh…" This is awkward. And exactly what he was hoping would not happen.
"No comment now?"
"You're old." Pointing out the obvious, something of a bad habit he took over from Suigetsu. If he ever met the guy again he would make sure to hit him on the head.
"Also, still as blunt as ever." At least he did something right.