Sasuke was brooding out somewhere outside the Leaf Village, plotting his next scheme. He'd escaped the grasp of Orochimaru, successfully killed his brother, went through a whole hoobaloo from Naruto about defeating Akatsuki and Madara and all that jazz. But now he stood in his shack, bored. His three accomplices, Suigetsu, Jūgo, and Karen lounged about with him. They had started up a minor business since the events of their world had calmed down a year ago, but now they simply expired their time bored and lazy in their shack waiting for customers to catch wind of their services and offer up opportunities.
Suddenly the door swung open, and the four of them eye's opened wide up like a parachute, only f or their hopes to falter back down and crash when no one arrived.
"This sucks. There has to be a better way to make money than this, I'm never going to recollect all the 7 swords at this rate." Suigetsu moaned.
"Patience, we have to have diligence and patience." Jugo said sternly, meditating and keeping his irate in check.
Sasuke 'Tsh'ked and laid back. Even after everything that has happened to him, he'd never imagine the world would be as dull as it was now. Suddenly, that plain lifeless waiting was about to end. Like death reaching out to him, he saw an instant vision of a terrible reaper in front of him. It was only for a mere second, but it was mere than enough to send him flying back.
"Sasuke!" Karen yelled, running to help him up. Sasuke rubbed his eyes and breathed heavily, just what was that? A skull monster, a Shinigami, some jutsu or genjutsu, something else? For a second that, thing had flashed to him swiping it's scythe at his neck, leading him to flinch and get blown back on impact. He was still alive and not decapitated obviously, but still.
Feeling his neck, groping it for a gash or wound, nothing was present. In fact, he realized he couldn't quite feel, well just about anything. His neck and hands were numb, and his whole body soon followed. "What is.." His voice trailed out as the rest of him seemed to phase over, like taken possession. As his eyes turned glassy, he got up pushed his companions aide, and simply walked out the door without a thought.
The imp smiled at it's deeds nearby. The game of Musical swap would begin, and it would affect him towards replacing...
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