"Am I the only one thinking that was stupidly easy?" No, she's not.
Indra rather thinks it was far too easy as well. It doesn't stop him from prodding the miniature satellite with his foot, frown on his face. He's not a sensor like Asura, cannot tell if the plant bastard is sealed inside or not. But the fact that she's standing and smiling as if she doesn't have a care in the world, as if all is right and just in the world, then Indra supposes it is.
They're in the past, they've reduced two Akatsuki members to smears (of ash or squishy innards, it doesn't matter) and now they've got the plant bastard trapped. It's taken three weeks of determined hunting, two close-calls where Asura had almost had him and then he'd melted into the ground.
That's round about the time Indra'd gotten fed up with it all. This time, he'd used the Rinnegan to lift the ground up and away, leaving it floating while Asura captured her prize. All Indra'd had to do beyond that was help with the sealing thing that Sage had bestowed on them. That and carefully but the ground back. It can't go exactly where he got it given the whole 'torn out the earth, perfect crater below his floating ball of rock and all', but he'd tried. That's the important part.
Well, it's the part that matters to Asura anyway.
"Find the Snake bastard next!" Asura declares, slamming her fist into her palm, grinning all the while.
Indra closes the small distance between them, takes her face between his palm and (after checking that she's totally okay with this via brief eye contact) presses his lips to hers. She kisses back as fiercely as she does anything else. Gentle and subtle are words that Asura may have once had to study the meaning of, but she'd discarded them as soon as she was able. He couldn't care less, more than happy to accept any and all affections she's willing to give him.
Hands sliding down her arms, Indra slips them inwards, fingers at Asura's hips and thumbs brushing the sharp jolt of her hipbones beneath the thick fabric of her pants. Still orange but the colour's growing on him. She's gone back to orange and navy with her new clothes (couldn't exactly keep running around in their Fourth War stuff, what will all the bloodstains and liquified Zetsu splatters on them) and he appreciates that. Navy, after all, is a Uchiha colour.
Asura pulls her head back but not before nibbling at his lips like the little wild-thing that she is, smiling and grinning like she's trying to give him a heart attack. Her hands are on his shoulders, still half-up on her tip-toes so they're the same height. As if she needs to make herself any bigger, as if she's not the thing his entire world revolves around. His sunshine, his central point, his gravitational pull.
God, how has he gotten so lucky?
"Dealt with a rabbit, so it's onto snakes next, is it?" Indra asks, hands still at her hips and he doesn't want to move any time soon, not if he can help it. Surely, they can take a break, go find somewhere to bunker down for a few days (weeks, months) and pretend they're the only to beings that exist?
"Yep, sounds about right, 'ttebayo!" Asura removes herself from his grip, grabbing one of his hands before they can retreat to his side as she marches for the edge of the ball. All the while, Indra's Sharingan whirls into the Rinnegan. He's not really tested the whole 'other dimensions' aspect of the Rinnegan beyond confirming he can do it. The realm that Zetsu's destined for he'd picked well in advance. That awful acid one that Kaguya had tried throwing them into. He's toxic enough that he'll probably feel right at home there.
Dumping the big, sealed rock into the other dimension, Indra allows his eyes to fade to black, trusting Asura to lead him where they need to go.
"Wha- hey! You ninja bastards have destroyed me farmland!"
Well shit.
.
Though it makes little sense to him why they have to help (little does this upstart, redneck farmer know but they just saved every occupant of the world, including his ungrateful ass), Indra sticks around as Asura does her best to return their battlefield to something resembling a field.
The farmer spends the entire time yelling at him, predominately because he's not lifting a finger to help. But if Indra helps, the farmer will yell at Asura and then Indra will either a. want to gut him, or b. actually gut him. Option a. leaves him unsatisfied, but option b. would mean getting the Asura 'I'm disappointed in you' pout. And probably a lecture. Ergo, it's easier for him to get shouted at as Asura fixes things. Besides, Indra's not a fixer, he destroys stuff and he does it well. Why bother changing that?
He does listen long enough for the farmer to mention how field hands are disappearing a few towns over. They're near Grass Country, aren't they? Which probably means it's Orochimaru.
When it comes to the snake Sanin, Indra doesn't exactly have mixed feelings. True, the man trained him. But it was with every intention of taking over his body at a later date. It'd been a chaotic relationship that Itachi (the alive one) had put to rest just before his own death. True, Indra had brought the bastard back during the Fourth War, but that had been the end of their association as far as he was aware.
Now though, he knows the snake Sanin will make a move for Itachi's Sharingan if he senses a mote of weakness. And he can't let a threat to his bother stand… and there's his younger self too. The actual Sasuke of this time. He should probably put a bit of effort into looking out for him too; it'll be a bit odd if he worried for the missing nin brother and not the 'innocent' one.
"All done!" Asura bounces over, throwing her arm across his shoulders and Indra wraps and arm around her waist in return. "So, Orochimaru next?"
"Orochimaru next."