Third person pov

Where Obito was meant to serve his twenty year jail sentence, nobody was sure. At least, none of the time travelers were. The bar-dwellers all seemed to know exactly where to contain him. They dragged the gaping Obito off. The Uchiha looked absolutely mortified, and just as lost as those sitting in the witness pool felt. 

Hidan really didn't care what happened to Obito, as long as he wasn't killing people left and right like he'd done in the war. Now, he was tasked with getting Shisui off of him. It wasn't an easy task, and so far, he'd made little to no progress detaching him. The teen was glued to his side, and absolutely refused to release him. 

"What now?" Tsunade turned to look at Naruto, Sasuke and Shikamaru. Orochimaru was squinting at the crowd in search of Jiraiya. Kakashi was long gone, and Jiraiya had disappeared at some point. He'd fallen bravely, but that didn't change the fact that he'd... you know, fallen. He was nowhere to be seen, and that scared Orochimaru. Suddenly, he was glad everyone thought he had a disease or seven. It had saved him from the swarm of LGBTQ+ members.

"Don't look at me. I still don't know what's happening." Naruto raised his hands as though surrendering.

"Ditto." Shikamaru grumbled. 

"We could, you know, find my brother." Sasuke suggested smartly. This made everyone fall silent. That's right. Obito had left Itachi somewhere. Of course, that somewhere could have been in a grave or something of that sort, but there was still a chance he was alive. His body was at least somewhere, or his ashes. What harm could hunting it down really do, anyway? It's not like they had anything better to do.

"That's a good idea. Speaking of your brother, do we need to be worried about the Akatsuki?" Naruto asked.

"Valid concern." Tsunade seemed to realize. "I can go check it out."

"You're going to go alone? You do realize you'll probably be killed on sight, correct?" Orochimaru reminded. The Akatsuki, although clearly no longer controlled by Obito, weren't good people. Pein probably didn't even know Obito was dead yet, anyway, and was still dead set on completing his evil plans.

"Go with her if you're so worried about it." Shikamaru scoffed, earning a glare from Orochimaru. He'd run away from there. He'd woken up there, in the past, and he'd been in his room in pajamas. He wasn't sure where his normal clothing went, so he threw on some sweat pants, and a hoodie and pulled his hair up and out of the way. There was no way he'd make it back without getting a couple limbs chopped off.

"I'll go. I already know those shitheads anyway, and how leader-s... Pein runs things." Hidan cleared his throat. He'd called Pein "Leader-Sama" for years on end. He supposed it was just habit. He'd have to get out of that. "I'm not a member yet, but those shits have probably been lookin' into me anyway." 

"I'll go with him!" Shisui volunteered, gazing at Hidan with shining eyes. The ex-cultist looked mortified. "He's still recovering."

"Yeah, sure. You guys have fun with that." Naruto waved a hand. "So Danzo is like, completely dead, right?" The blonde turned to looked at Orochimaru and Sasuke. The pair shared a look, thinking back to their badass infiltration during which Sasuke had headbutted a door knob to the ground and burned someone alive.

"Yeah, he's definitely dead." Sasuke nodded in confirmation.

"Well at least we've got that going for us. Now, we need to spread out. Maybe break off into groups or something. Tsunade can go alone. Naruto, you're with me. Sasuke, you're with Orochimaru. I'll keep Naruto on track, you keep Orochimaru on track." Shikamaru demanded.

"Wait, I'm the one being babysitted?!" Orochimaru shrieked. "I'm an adult!" 

"You're also a wuss, and I can't have you licking random people! Do you know how concerning that is?" Sasuke threw his remaining hand in the air, his other stub waving about. Orochimaru frowned. So what? He'd screamed when Danzo had talked, big deal. It had surprised him! 

"Can we just hurry up and go already? I'm tired and Kurama has been laughing and mocking me for the past hour." Naruto frowned. Sasuke patted his back, shaking his head sadly. Sometimes Kurama would find something funny, and then suddenly everything was funny! It was a horrifying cycle that took ages upon ages to end with the fox, who's concept of time was different due to him being an immortal mass of chakra.

Hidan pushed himself up and out of bed, wincing slightly. Shisui was adamant on helping him, and the ex-Jashinist didn't really know why. He hadn't saved him from Obito or anything. The people at the bar had. They hadn't known what to do with him, so they'd placed the teen with the injured guy. 

Tsunade left to go search for Itachi outside the village, and Naruto and Shikamaru left to go search inside. Sasuke and Orochimaru were too busy bickering to decide. Watching them go made Hidan wonder... where the fuck had their parents gone? Naruto was an orphan and shit, but Shikaku Nara and Fugaku Uchiha had straight up vanished off the face of the planet, along with the Hokage.

"Whatever." Hidan muttered, standing up. Tsunade had healed him, but the place was still tender and would easily rip back open, even if it had been burned closed. It also hurt like a bitch to move his torso too much, so he'd have to keep the stretching and lifting to a minimum. Maybe having someone here was good. He just didn't see why it had to be this shithead, Shisui.

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"Fuck." Was all Rasa really had to say. Gaara stared.

"Did you just set the kitchen on fire..." Gaara narrowed his eyes, "again?" 

"What the- no! I didn't! Some cheese fell to the bottom of the oven. That fuck was a happy fuck. Not a like, 'fuck, I messed up!' sort of fuck. It was more of a 'fuck yeah' sort of fuck." Rasa rambled. "I just made... the ultimate casserole."

"I don't care. You have a meeting in five minutes." Gaara said absentmindedly as he read through a book about Suna and its history. Temari and Kankuro had taken to avoiding the house now that they were back from Konoha. Gaara didn't blame them. Rasa had moved into the empty room down the hall and was a complete idiot. Gaara wouldn't be in the house either if he actually had a choice in the matter. But someone had to babysit this brain-damaged man.

"The perfect place to serve my casserole." Rasa grinned, rubbing his oven mit clad hands together as though plotting something horribly evil. Gaara wasn't amused.

"No." 

"What the FUCK is up, Kyle?"

"I said no."