Fixing It

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Sasuke didn't sleep a wink that last night. He'd attempted to shut his eyes, but he felt internally restless. He walked down the side of the street as the sun rose over the village, bringing in an orange haze. Looking ahead, that haziness made the world seem like a foggy memory of his past. There was a warmth in the village, a constant feeling of safety now, which was something he briefly recalled feeling as a kid. As Sasuke continued on towards the Hokage Mansion, his mission report in hand, he watched as villagers opened up their shops for the morning rush. Every single one of them had their routine and were content in it. He felt droplets of jealousy creep into his mind yet again. Part of him was wishing he could live a simple life for only a day. He wanted to remember what it was like... However, his fate was read differently. His life was all but meant to be simplistic.

Upon arriving at the Hokage Mansion, Sasuke dusted himself off and looked over the mission report one last time, making sure everything was there and it didn't sound too... Strung together. He was distracted by other things while he was writing it the last night and he didn't want the entire report to come off in any bit unprofessional. Even though there wasn't much to report, he needed to be as detailed as possible. It seemed as though this artifact had more importance than was initially let on.

He walked into the Mansion and headed up the stairs to the long stretch of hallway, leading to the Hokage's office. Sasuke was hoping Kakashi would be in this early in the morning. Even though he tended to be less than punctual, which was constantly frustrating, but he never tried to get too worked up about it. Hopefully, as the Hokage, Kakashi turned up his professionalism a notch. Sasuke reached the office door and gave it a swift knock, knock. He heard a chair shift on the other side and a clearing of the throat, followed by a weighted...

"Come on in..." Kakashi's voice.

Sasuke did just that. He opened the door and saw Kakashi, sitting up in his chair, but looking rather exhausted. His clothing was creased and not sitting on him well, plus he had a multitude of papers strung out across his desk. He must've been up all night.

Sasuke shut the office door behind him and approached the front of the desk, handing the mission report over to Kakashi, who took it and skimmed through briefly.

"So, nothing showed up?" Kakashi asked, rather disappointed.

Sasuke's eyes scanned the floor for a moment, in his own disappointment, but then looked up to Kakashi again. "No."

Kakashi sighed, placing the paperwork down. "Hm, well that's gonna be tough."

"Tough?"

Kakashi looked to Sasuke. "We weren't able to get much of a read on the artifact brought to us a week ago. It seems to be completely foreign due to the wear of the stone itself... And the imagery has never been seen before, which, unfortunately, leads me to believe it's not of this world."

"Like celestial?" Sasuke questioned.

Kakashi shrugged. "After briefing the other Great Nations, we're certain this symbol and writing doesn't belong to any known clan from any registered village. So..."

Sasuke pieced together what Kakashi was referencing. He knew, during the Fourth Shinobi War, Kaguya and her Otsutsuki Clan were from another world or planet and invaded Earth in search of chakra. And after their defeat of Kaguya, Sasuke felt that the entire Otsutsuki war wasn't over, even if the battle between them and Kaguya was. A Clan doesn't only consist of one person though... Unless you're Sasuke, but he was sure there were more beings like her out in the spacial plains somewhere. Which meant more of them would come to exploit Earth and its chakra.

"I'm following." Sasuke confirmed to Kakashi.

Kakashi dug through the piles of paper on his desk and pulled out one that had an image of some sort on it. He handed it to Sasuke, who looked it over as he further explained. The image was of a crescent moon and a sun and there was some writing towards the bottom that was unrecognizable.

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