There was no feeling like the one where a Bijuu was breathing down your neck.
The first, stupidest thing Sasuke did was admire how great the Niibi looked, even for a cat. It was fucking gorgeous, honestly, with its blue fiery fur and its heterochromic eyes and its lithe physique and its fishy breath - wait, what?
Sasuke decided he didn't want to be close enough to a Bijuu to find out what its breath smelt like, and yet, he was. The Niibi bared its fangs at Sasuke, a metre away from him. Sasuke was about to pull out whatever powerful jutsu he could when Yugito calmly walked in front of him, looked the Niibi in the eye and folded her arms.
"Calm down, Matatabi," she spoke softly. The monster cat seemed more confused, but laid down in front of Yugito calmly. Mito scrambled to ready her equipment, going either unnoticed or ignored by the Bijuu. Yugito sat herself down cross-legged in front of Matatabi, which is when Sasuke realised that he was huddled against the cave wall like a damn coward. He walked over to Mito, pretending to look over her stuff.
"Okay," Yugito breathed, hoping Matatabi would follow.
"What do you want, you fat bitch?" Matatabi roared. Yugito bit back an insult. Sasuke and Mito were weirdly startled. That was unexpected.
"I'm going to seal you into me," Yugito stated bluntly. Matatabi blinked.
"Okay," the Niibi replied almost immediately. "I don't really have a choice, do I? You and your dumbass time travel," she rolled her eyes. So she already knew, having went from raging and batshit crazy to calm and collected in a heartbeat.
"You're really okay with this?" Obviously, Bijuu valued their freedom and were scandalised at the thought of being sealed into a pathetic mortal, but Matatabi seemed to be thankfully complacent. She had no idea what she would've done if Matatabi decided to lash out with full ferocity.
"Let's just say that there's something in it for me," the Niibi ominously whispered, causing Sasuke a minute amount of frustration. Yet another question he'd probably never know the answer to.
Mito walked over to Yugito, tiptoeing around the Niibi. She began drawing a seal on top of her existing seal with a small pot of Yugito's blood. The Niibi liquefied into boiling, blue chakra, getting sucked into the now glowing seal. It didn't protest. In fact, it even seemed happy.
And that was it. Sasuke thought this was terribly anti-climactic.
"Wait, so you're going to return me?" Mito asked, looking at Sasuke. Her hair was out, so she had a striking resemblance to Kushina, although widely different personalities. Sasuke nodded.
"Are you sure I can't stay for another couple of days?" Mito turned to Yugito, pouting. He rolled his eyes. Apparently, she viewed his kidnapping her as more of a holiday than a kidnapping.
"Fine. You can stay for a week," he replied. Mito brightened, embracing Yugito tightly, muttering several thanks. She started blabbing to Yugito, who presumably listened. Sasuke tuned her out.
The Niibi thing was taken care of. But Sasuke refused to grow lax. There were still unanswered questions, such as the mystery man (or woman) who gave out time seals for free in the future. He couldn't shake the repetitive feeling that some other time-traveling fucker was here. He had to trust his gut with this one, and couldn't take the risk. Sasuke formulated a plan to take care of that as well, though it was a bit of a hit or miss.
"I'm going to take a shower," Mito announced, wandering off merrily. That was lucky. He grabbed Yugito's wrist before she wandered off too, sending a series of chakra pulses in Morse code. We need to talk.
She was all ears. He leant into her ear, keeping his voice as quiet as possible.
"It's unfounded, but I get the feeling we're not the only time-travelers in this period," Sasuke whispered. Yugito seemed stuck in a loop of frustration and shock.
"Therefore," his expression shifted from wary to smug, "I'm going to announce ourselves." With that, he walked off, leaving Yugito to assemble the metaphorical puzzle pieces.
Sasuke doodled a telephone and a slice of pizza on a piece of paper, followed by the coordinates at the bottom. Ordinary folk didn't know what pizza nor a phone was, and they couldn't read coordinates, but somebody from the present/future would know and hopefully, he'd pique their curiosity.
There was a chance that the time traveller would recognise the meaning and attack him, in which case they'd announce themselves anyway. Somebody harmless would either approach or avoid him, and an enemy would either attack or approach. In order to ascertain any rogue time travellers he may or may not have dredged up, he'd make his job easier by announcing himself first - as in, set up a beartrap for any enemies dumb enough to approach.
Yugito lightly kicked the door open, hands in pockets.
"Sup. We're making chocolate fondue and churros." She glanced at his doodle. "I can't say it's your brightest idea, but do you need anything?"
"A printer," he murmured. He needed at least a thousand copies of this.
"That hasn't been invented yet," Yugito replied, leaning against the wall coolly. He stared at her expectantly. She squirmed under his expectant gaze, sighing.
"You want me to invent the printer? Fine," she grumbled, snatching the paper and storming off. Happily, Sasuke skipped off to go help Mito with those churros.
Two hours later, Yugito strolled in, biting down hard on a chocolate-covered churro.
"Done," she announced, proudly sitting down and setting down roughly 1,200 copies of his doodle.
"Thanks." He had to admit it was rather impressive that she actually knew the makings of a printer. Of all the people to time travel with him, he couldn't be more glad. Hopefully, she was the only other time traveller here, though Sasuke knew that was too coincidental and wishful thinking.
Sasuke finished off his churros and Shunshined towards the nearest towns, carrying the papers. God, this was old-fashioned and embarrassing enough that he had to use a Henge. He was sticking up posters like an idiot. An old man, probably 70 or so, sauntered up to him, squinting at the 'poster'.
"A job advertisement?"
"No," he snapped, rather rudely, before clearing his throat and reeling himself in. "Well, sort of. Only those who understand the meaning may apply." He stalked off before more old people came to pester him.
Sasuke roamed a 2000-mile radius, staying up until 5am to embarrassingly hang up posters. In the modern day, all he'd have to do was yell and someone would document it down. But no, not here. In the Warring States Era, they hang up posters.
Omake
Note: Sorry for this chapter. I hate it, everything sucks here, but bear with me. It sets up an interesting plot point. Anyway, here's an omake to make up for this horrendously bad chapter.
"Whatever shall we do today, Kabuto?" Orochimaru put his hands on his hips, glancing around his laboratory for things to do.
"Well," Kabuto started, pulling out the book of forbidden jutsu, "We could experiment with the Edo Tensei a little."
He pushed up his glasses so they glinted, "By my calculations, we've gathered enough knowledge for a practical testing." Orochimaru patted Kabuto on the head.
"Good job, Kabuto. The equipment is all set up, I'm sure."
Orochimaru opened his closet, revealing seven perfect pieces of sacrificial material. He dragged a skeleton towards the centre of his laboratory. The next step was to give the dead a gift - aka an incentive for their souls to visit - so Orochimaru tossed a glittery purple backpack on the skeleton.
The Edo Tensei jutsu required an extensive sequence of hand signs, so Kabuto and Orochimaru chanted together until a brilliant white light blinded them. It was working! They were doing something! Orochimaru wondered what sort of shinobi he had summoned - an S-rank nukenin, a Tsuchikage, an ANBU captain or perhaps a kekkei genkai user?
It was a little girl, wearing a pink shirt, orange shorts and the purple backpack. The outfit choice itself was hideous.
"Hola, soy Dora! What's your name?" She waved at them.
"I am Orochimaru," he proudly announced, "and I-"
"It's nice to meet you!" She grinned at having interrupted him. "It looks like we've been kidnapped!" Dora proclaimed with a giant smile on her face, "Do you know how to get out of here?"
Kabuto leant in towards him, whispering. "Orochimaru-sama, who is she talking to?" Orochimaru crossed his arms angrily.
"Did this dumb bitch just interrupt me?"
Dora continued to stare unblinkingly at the wall, "That's correct! The door!" She went up to the door and tugged on the handle. Well, Orochimaru did lock it very tightly.
"Oh no! This door is locked." Her smile widened. "Say it with me. Open, door! Open!" She paused. "Again!" She chanted again.
It opened. Orochimaru was regretting his life decisions. Dora paused, waving at nobody, and walked through, somehow avoiding the traps. He followed her outside. Clearly, this girl was very skilled, albeit disturbed, and highly trained.
"We need to find a lake. Do you know where the lake is?" She went still and unblinking.
"It's right behind you, idiot," Orochimaru said. This girl was dumb.
"Thank you! We need to build a boat to get out of here. Can you help me build a boat?" Orochimaru wondered what the fuck this girl was doing. Although, he wouldn't really be losing anything if he let her wander away.
"Go that way," he pointed towards Iwa's general direction, "Everyone is so friendly there." He might as well be an asshole. A boat appeared out of nothing, and Dora got in and began rowing towards Iwa.
Hehe. That's what little kids get for interrupting Orochimaru.