Sasuke stood motionless before the creation of an exceptional new Jutsu, certainly promising even against an Otsutsuki after receiving a few more adjustments... although, that was not the reason that kept him from moving and continuing to reflect.

There was a sense of accomplishment and perhaps even happiness with what he did, where these emotions manifested not only tied to hate, but were about his family, specifically his mother, suppressed for almost ten years, and resurfaced in a way beyond expectation.

The effects it had on him even now were enough to confuse him, but seeing it affect the people of this foreign world, however...didn't help.

While he wasn't paying attention to what was around him but to the enemy ahead, his eyes had significant range and field of vision, begrudgingly showing him much of what happened.

Those willing to die in a losing fight had been in shock for something other than the extermination of the threat to their lives and home. One could say it was because of the absurd method used to do it, certainly exceeding the limit of what the people of this world were capable of, but the reason was another.

The influence of being exposed to his benevolent Aura, for lack of a better term, was what really affected everyone on a deeply emotional level.

To have people crying and exuding positive emotions right after being plunged into fear and despair by him was...confusing.

Even seeing it with his own eyes, he couldn't believe that his loving feelings for his mother had managed to move these people in a way that he hadn't allowed himself to show.

That feeling of guilt might have finally stopped bothering him with the present result, but Sasuke couldn't relax with the conflict resurfacing within him.

Never had he imagined that he would be able to let something other than habitual hatred consume him and...not feel weak about it. Obviously, he wouldn't say he got stronger either, but strangely, he would say that even his vision was sharper and that was part of what confused him.

His visual prowess and power had matured through the years with nothing but pain and suffering, hatred and resentment, so having his eyes, which belonged to Itachi previously and must have developed the same way as his own or any other Uchiha's in history, and Chakra reacting for something different didn't feel natural.

Something to consider later, Sasuke knew that this wasn't the best time to reflect, noting that the state of shock of those around was wearing off with the fact that the darkness about to befall them was gone and there was nothing left but metal stars as far as the eye could see as proof that it was all real. Time to...

He couldn't finish his thoughts, interrupted by the sudden eruption of celebration over the unexpected victory by these people.

"Wow!" was resounding non-stop, where cheers were raised by the fact that their lives were no longer in danger!

"We are saved!"

"Vale is safe!"

"Ha, hah! I'll be able to go back to my family!"

Phrases of the sort echoed on and on, and Sasuke couldn't move, watching the whole thing with the understanding that maybe he had done something really good...right after he had screwed up so badly.

Just cleaning up my mess, he reminded himself what this was all really about, once again deciding to leave, especially when a celebration he had no right or desire to attend was going on, but his involuntary presence was remembered by those who had stopped in their tracks to approach him earlier and hear things that increased his discomfort.

"It was him, he saved us!" that man who had helped him make his documents at the police station, shouted such words with an impossibly large smile, barely able to hold back tears of happiness. "I... I'll be able to go home!" he lost the fight against his emotions, as did many others, and gave in to the crying provided by the relief of no longer being in danger and thanked between sobs, "Th-thank you... thank you so much!"

Don't thank me. Sasuke shuddered as his body stiffened, having to take a deep breath as he shook his head in denial. He couldn't accept these words of gratitude, or rather, he refused to do so regardless of the motive. Not when I am the one who caused all this.

If they knew the truth, they would have different reactions; they would show what he really expected with cold and sad eyes, resentful words on hurt faces... it would be what he deserved and desired.

Rejection was a familiar and comfortable feeling, where acceptance and gratitude...didn't feel right and almost hurt.

"Magnificent!" another man snapped him out of his thoughts, this one slightly older, short, and chubby, laughing loudly as he rested over his shoulder a battle ax that didn't get a chance to taste of battle and stroked his whitish mustache. "Definitely the work of a true Huntsman! I dare even say it was the deed of a hero!"

This time, Sasuke had his fists clenched to match his growing discomfort and frustration.

I am not a hero. The memory of the fight on the bridge where his body first moved on its own and sacrificed itself for Naruto was there to try to counteract him. No, I never was. As he did that, he also put his fist through the chest of his only friend as he smiled. I never will be. That was the truth and he couldn't accept the words used, but this time in a different way. He wasn't angry as he should have been, even more so for his personal opinion of the term used. No, it was almost the opposite. He...felt unworthy? What is happening to me?

Sasuke stroked his face, unable to understand what was wrong with him; why things that would make him laugh like a maniac or boil with rage at any other time were not having the expected effect and immediately assumed it had something to do with him allowing himself to feel something...positive.

However, before he could come to a conclusion, again something he didn't expect to hear was said by the crowd in festive celebration, where they were clamoring for him and calling him... Shadow?

Uchiha Sasuke was just called Kage?!

Well, it was Moonlight Shadow, actually, but still.

Even though he was sure that no one there understood what such a term meant and the weight it contained for him, it still shook him to levels he couldn't even begin to describe.

"Indeed, Professor Port." someone fast and skilled enough to get through the crowd like a snake, get close to the watchtower he stood on and made him shift the focus of the internal conflict that was beginning to consume him. "Superhuman skills and prowess that could only be described as..." this green-haired man kept a safe distance, pausing in his analysis to adjust his glasses so that it was possible to see his eyes glowing in a way that only Orochimaru could compare and finish almost as if questioning him directly to add fuel to the chaos in his mind, "divine, don't you think?"

Such a claim gained his attention and Sasuke was more than tempted to question this man thoroughly if there was any knowledge about divine entities kept secret in this world, but the attention on him was beyond what was considered bearable and this was definitely not the place to have a conversation.

I suppose kidnapping him would be a bad idea too, Sasuke had enough trouble for one night, plus he wasn't in a proper mental state for questioning, therefore restraining himself from doing anything that didn't include disappearing from there and with reason by having more of those metal things in the sky getting close enough to put lights on him. At least no one can see my face.

A very welcome comfort given the hell that awaited him otherwise.

With that in mind, two fingers formed a seal and Sasuke disappeared amidst leaves and reappeared on the edge of one of the tallest buildings in Vale, finally being able to sit down and concentrate on getting his mind in order.

"What a day." It didn't matter whether it was on this day the first time he put his Eternal Mangekyou into use and reveled in its power or obtained the Rinnegan to climb to the top of the world as the strongest. No, all that... the power itself could barely make up for the turbulence that followed from the moment he left Obito's hideout with the goal of killing Naruto. "Seeing Itachi die a second time, accepting that Konoha itself is not worthy of my hatred for the actions of some, and dying at the hands of Madara only to discover that I'm the reincarnation of the rejected son of the Sage of the Six Paths..."

To him, this all really sounded like the description of a bad day.

Even more, he was just called Kage by these people! It didn't matter if the meaning was different or if there was no meaning at all, it was still odd.

Sasuke wanted to laugh, but all of the above was just a mere piece of a whole.

There was much more going on, and he didn't want to think about it anymore, only,

"This conflicting, incessant feeling," Sasuke had his hands before his eyes, again trying to understand what was happening to him and realizing something as he literally saw the flow of his Chakra, now much more... clear, though it was still purple, maybe even light, yet powerful as it should be and coming to an absurd conclusion that really made him laugh, almost as if he was mocking himself."I... am I more sensitive, emotive even?"

That explained everything and what he needed to do to get back to normal.

Just as Sasuke had made this change out of sheer necessity, he could easily reverse this problem.

As much as, for a moment, allowing himself to feel the suppressed love for his mother was a good thing, happy even, Sasuke couldn't have those emotions influencing him. In fact, he shouldn't have any emotions at all, including hate, since none of it was helping what he needed most; to have a calm mind.

So he did what he was more than used to doing and began to suppress everything but on a deeper level.

Closing his eyes, Sasuke regulated his breathing and entered a meditative state. The last time he had done something like this was during his training with Orochimaru. Living in the same cave as that disgusting serpent made anyone, even him, disturbed, and meditating was a necessity to put his mind in order, contain the ever-boiling emotions, as well as suppress the desire to rid the world of cancer that his sick mentor represented.

It could be said that meditation was one of the reasons he was still alive. Otherwise, he would have faced Orochimaru before the time and paid the price for such recklessness.

Therefore, he allowed his Chakra to course through his veins once again without restriction, following the flow of his breath as his mind focused. Deep inside, a lifetime of memories formed a chaotic, shattering spiral that accurately reflected himself as a person. Each of these fragments of his being was bound with emotions of all kinds, however...almost all of them were negative, hate being the most common and familiar, where the only difference was in the intensity of this emotion that was a major part of him. Putting these pieces together, he cut himself as he experienced it all; almost reliving it as the day it happened and beginning to repress it in a battle to keep himself in control... although, it was impossible to do so completely and not show signs of weakness with the trembling of his body and the falling of a few tears from his eyes.

His life was mostly painful and to make this unquestionable truth worse, inside him there were also the memories given by Itachi about the life he lived to show that they were brothers in more than just blood.

Therefore, for the sake of what he was trying to achieve at this moment, Sasuke would disregard the one other unquestionable truth about Itachi being partly responsible for his pain and move on.

As painful, sad, and hopeless as his life had been, Sasuke decided that he would accept it all and would no longer try to discard the past or force himself to forget any of it; of his life and the events that had shaped the person he had become. However, he would also accept the fact that it was time to stop letting the past dictate who he would be in the future.

Whatever the ambition and decision; the dream he would try to fulfill after getting the knowledge and answers he so desired, reflect on it until he was sure of the decision made, he was sure that this time it would be something that was no longer in the past.

The more his mind and determination strengthened, the deeper he plunged into the spiral of chaos and relived what was needed, not to discard or forget but to suppress e contain. Thus, more and more his Chakra oscillated in face of the darkness found with each step taken and persevered to keep walking a tenuous line that could only be described as neutral. As a result, he could feel his power weakening, especially compared to the peak reached during the extermination of those Grimm.

Without a strong emotion as a base, it was clear that something like that would happen, but it didn't matter. If a fight where all his power and more was needed came to happen, regardless of the emotion, he would simply bring it up as he always did and even dive into it to drown himself if he had to.

For now, however, no more hate or love influencing him.

From that moment on, Sasuke wanted to be able to think logically and rationally, for only then would the answers he so desperately desired come to him. Otherwise, there was a great chance that he would destroy everything around him to the point of being unable to rebuild it later, and that couldn't happen.

With that in mind, he also decided to contain his Chakra until it reached a level similar to that of those girls he had interacted with over the past few hours, thus ensuring that he would go unnoticed without being considered an anomaly... even greater, given his eyes.

This way, Sasuke reached the end of all this turmoil as he tamed the inner chaos and was left with a feeling that could only be described as emptiness inside him... very similar to what he felt after realizing that nightmare where his family had been killed by his brother was real.

"Ha, hah..." a dull laugh came from his lips as he opened his eyes and gazed again in front of the moonlight. "It seems that suppressing everything is simply impossible." Sighing, he focused on his hand and the Chakra running through his veins. As expected, it still had the purple color, but it was definitely lighter... as well as weaker, but that was irrelevant, even more so when the solution was simple. "Well, at least it worked... kind of."

That would have to do.

Even more, this change would have to be put to the test when, to his surprise, four familiar Auras were approaching him.

His meditation had been too deep for him not to notice them until they were seconds away from him.

That aside, what were the chances? All four of these girls were ones with whom he had significant interaction since arriving in this world...except for the faunus girl whose name he didn't know, and the almost sexual teasing he did with her, but she kind of deserved it...maybe? A mistake brought on by his emotions and hormones? At least it was far less significant than what happened later, but it still didn't change the fact that these girls were getting close and he didn't know what to do.

Should I just leave? That would be the easiest solution, he knew. Ruby and Yang messed with him in a bad way. The faunus girl was complicated and there was the princess. I need to talk to Weiss.

Regardless of everything that happened and his little episode of anger followed by the extermination of those Grimm, Sasuke still wanted to and would get into Beacon. That Academy was the best opportunity he had at the moment to get the knowledge and answers that he wanted so badly and for that he needed the promised recommendation.

Really, walking in line almost isn't worth the effort. If there was a bright side to being a criminal, for Sasuke, it would be that nothing mattered but his goals and any means to achieve them was valid within the limits of his own moral code. Yet, here I am playing by the rules.

A necessary complication to prove that he was indeed disregarding his past actions and trying a different path even before he had gone through all that emotional turmoil.

This being clarified, white and black, red and yellow emerged from opposite sides on the roof of this building to prove that this night was far from over.

A minor chapter, I know, but I wanted Sasuke to focus on the changes that have occurred, both around and with him.

Next month marks one year since I started this story that was supposed to be a rewrite, so considering that I am five chapters ahead on P t r & on, I will post one more next week.

So three chapters next month here on the 8th, 15th, and 31st, and two on P t r & on, on the 15th and 31st.

Review or I won't post shit, muahahahahaha!

Until the next one.