Sasuke smirked to himself as he sat alone to wait for Kakashi to come. Naruto and Sakura were off somewhere, which was of no concern to him. He had his own entertainment, after all, to occupy himself while waiting.

He froze when he noticed the distinct lack of his shoujo manga on his person. Apparently, in his rush to escape his fangirls, he'd left his manga behind!

"Fuck," he muttered out loud, letting the English word ring out the room. Except for the moment he'd let it slip, Naruto had come in. He would have never expected what came next.

Sasuke's eyes widened when he noticed himself pinned against the wall, Naruto's hand on his neck. Is this what a reverse kabedon was like? It might as well have been a scene from one of his mangas.

"You!" Naruto growled. Sasuke wasn't too sure about how he felt about this situation. Naruto heavily resembled her father after all, who in his opinion was the most attractive kage in history. But his heart dropped when he heard the next words.

"Does the word Kaguya ring a bell in your head?" she snarled. She hadn't used English, but Sasuke was stunned. Someone else in the world who'd been transmigrated?

He wondered what would happen if he called her crazy and that he had no idea what she was talking about. Would that be a safer option? Then he decided that he wanted to stay alive, thank you very much.

It was inevitable, anyway, that he'd have to get involved with the main events. Being the secondary protagonist and Indra's reincarnation (if that was still true) would force him to.

It was then when Sakura came into the room, skipping in with a stick of dango. He mentally groaned. Naruto had stepped back by the time she entered, but the damage was done. Sakura had seen both him and Naruto in that heavily compromising position.

Would she scream? Accuse them of improper behavior? Attack Naruto?

"Fuck me," Sakura said, wonderingly. In English.

Of course, Sasuke thought. It would be Team 7, the most central characters of the story, which would all have been reincarnated. Because, why not?

The… British, he presumed, accent in her voice was unmistakable. He and Naruto almost clashed heads with how quickly they turned towards Sakura, who was… sporting a huge nosebleed. Great.

Then again, Sasuke couldn't say that he wouldn't do the same in her position.

Naruto seemed lost, for lack of a word, as her gaze darted between the two of them. Sakura covered up her nose, as she pressed her scarf on top of the blood.

"And I just bought this yesterday," she grumbled, back in Japanese.

At this point, Sasuke was very concerned for Naruto's mental state. She looked like a computer that had crashed.

"Hey," he said, waving his hand in front of her eyes, "Are you okay?"

She turned towards him with the most deadpan expression on her face.

"Tell me," she said, low and quiet, "if I look okay."

Yeah, that's fair, Sasuke thought.

"I have no fucking idea what's going on," Naruto said.

"Does anyone?" Sasuke asked, quirking an eyebrow.

Sakura seemed to have recovered from her unexpected nosebleed. She looked like she'd managed to come to the same conclusion as them.

"Let me tell you guys something," Sakura said. "You'll thank me later."

"Why not?" Naruto said, with a bite to her voice. Sasuke was very concerned for Sakura's wellbeing. He didn't think Naruto could tolerate much more.

"I don't think I can lose my mind any more than I already have."

Leaning in close, Sakura whispered, "Believe in Kishimoto."

She could clearly see the incredulity on their faces.

Naruto looked absolutely, positively murderous. She had a death grip on a kunai handle, and she was clearly trying to contain herself.

Sakura looked unabashed. "That's how I coped with this!" she said, flinging her arm around to gesture to Konoha.

Sasuke deeply wished that he had her ability to not give a shit.

I wish I brought my manga, he despaired. He still wanted to find out the resolution of the final battle between Himiko and Izumi.

"Well," a voice says, scaring the shit out of the three of them. Sasuke wanted to sink into a non-existent couch as he sees Kakashi process the scene he's stumbled upon.

He could only watch on the side as he watched one of the main events of the anime commence.

Sasuke couldn't really blame Kakashi for the way his eyebrows crease as he looks at them.

"My first impression of you is…" Sasuke closed his eyes, "that you're going to be a handful."

Sasuke deeply pitied their new sensei. You don't know the half of it.