Finding Orochimaru again is so much easier once Tobi-Obito-Swirlface isn't catatonic anymore.
Whistling, Indra kneels down to inspect the second sealing rock that he and Asura have created, poking the orb. He ignores Swirlface (until he picks a fucking name, that's the one Indra's gonna use, maybe even after he's picked one too) scuttling back from the both of them, too busy focusing on Asura's delightful little happy dance. She's an awful dancer; no control in her hips and her arms are just, flailing. Like a fish on land. Or a fox in the air.
Pushing down the snicker, Indra leans against Orochimaru's new prison (it's for the best, bastard snake can't go after Itachi in there; he's gaining a new found appreciation for eternally trapping their enemies, maybe that's what he should do to Danzō, but with added genjutsu). If he stands here like a lovestruck fool and watches her... well, Swirlface hasn't got any room to judge, given how he responded to his love life. If Indra wants to stand here admiring Asura for all of time, he'd like to see the bastard that tries to stop him succeed.
"We have so got this world saving thing in the bag, 'ttebayo!" Pumping the air with her fist, Asura twists on her heels to look at him, still grinning from ear to ear as she leans forwards, as if she's about to share a person secret of grave importance. "We make the best team, ya know?" Daring him to disagree.
Indra closes the distance between them with three quick steps, catching her hands in his. He swings them side to side, motion gentle, entranced by those blue blue blue eyes. He imagines them in a pale face, framed by spiky black hair, pictures them swirling red with black tomes. A future running around after brats that are half Asura sounds ideal.
"The best team," Indra agrees softly, leaning forwards to rest his forehead against hers. The metal plate of the Leaf band greets his heated skin (too many fire jutsus in the past five minutes) but Indra doesn't care. The way her cheeks are flushing is much more appealing to focus on.
"You're going soft, Bastard," Asura hisses, squeezing his hands with force but not enough to really cause damage.
"Only for you."
"Man, you know our ancestors would be spitting on you if they could, right, Indra?" Swirly-faced fucker. Indra will kick him. In a moment. Once he's done holding Asura's hands.
He'll never be done holding Asura's hands.
Quick break, kick ass, then back to hand holding.
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"So, where now?"
They're sitting at a nearby inn; people had stared when the three of them walked in which, yeah, understandable. Indra's probably the most normal looking out of the three of them; Asura' bright and blonde and walking sunshine, Swirl-face is exactly that, swirly in the face and looks more than worn for wear. Which leaves Indra as the normal one. Probably classified as 'the pretty one' to these people because they don't have superior eyes and cannot see that Asura's the most beautiful thing in the world.
"I, I don't know. We could hunt the rest of the Akatsuki that aren't any good, but that's a lot easier now-"
"Given that I can just drop the two of you off to wreak havoc when needed," Swirl-face finishes, tone dipping into that 'unbelievable, how is this reality' tone near the end. Indra doesn't blame him. Not every day you end up recruited by two people blessed with god-like powers (Indra'd say thank you to the Sage, but it's his fuck up with the original Indra that started this whole mess, so he will offer no gratitudes on that front) to work as their literal taxi to take them to their ass beating locations.
Heh. He hopes Swirl-face has realised this is going to be his life for the foreseeable future.
"Danzō next," Indra grumbles, arms folding across his chest, leaning against the wall to his back as his eyes slip closed. His tea steams on the table, too hot yet to drink (yes, he blows fire from his mouth; doesn't mean he wants to scold his tongue if he can avoid it).
"Right! We can go see the little versions of us too!" Asura hammers her open palm against the table, the slap ringing out as the cups rattle. Nothing spills and their food arrives a moment later as Asura continues, "I think I'll be able to see the whole 'good looking Sasuke' thing now."
At that, he does slip an eye open, assessing the blonde. "What's that supposed to me?"
"All those girls saying you were pretty and good looking when we were in the academy; I never saw it!"
"That's because you were too busy focusing on how strong I was," Indra teases, picking up his chopsticks and breaking them apart. The tomato is the first thing he goes for; old habits die hard.
"Damn right I was! You were my goal to surpass! My rival to beat… All I wanted was you to acknowledge me."
Indra knocks a foot against hers under the table, drawing Asura's gaze up to his.
"I could never ignore you."
"Aaaand we need to get back to Konoha quickly," Swirl-face interrupts, raking a hand through his hair as he shakes his head. "I have never felt more like a third wheel than I do right now."
"Then piss off for a bit and come back later," Indra snaps, waving one hand in the other's direction, as if he can physically bat him away. That, or disperse him like a cloud of smoke.
There's a lot to be said for Swirl-face's Mangekyō Sharingan, given he disappears a moment later, taking his breakfast with him.
Indra eyes the empty seat for a moment and then throws the asshole right out of his mind, turning his whole focus back on Asura. Her brows are scrunched as she eyes the empty seat, but she turns her attentions back on him soon enough.
"What are we doing, Indra?"
"I'm trying to make it obvious I don't want anyone else but you. A rival, friend, wife, as long as you don't leave me." He won't be able to handle her leaving, he'll end up protecting her from the shadows for the rest of his days.
"A-a wife?!" Asura chokes, lips parted in that delightful little 'o' of surprise. Indra watches her splutter, limbs flailing again before she points one slender finger his way, nail brushing the very edge of his nose. "Damn it, Bastard! You're supposed to date someone before you marry them!"
"And when have we ever done what we're supposed to?" It slips out without meaning but Indra takes it in his stride, continuing before Asura can start spluttering again, "let's date first then."
"Fine! We're dating!"
At that point, the rest of the patrons at the inn begin an enthusiastic, if stunned applause. Asura turns very red indeed and Indra chooses to muffle his laughter instead of glaring at them all.
He's dating Asura. She hadn't shot the idea of marriage down.
Today is a good day.