"Everything in that magazine was garbage," Sasuke spat, shoulders tense despite the way he allowed himself to be propelled into the sitting room. Only a rigourous clan upbringing made him line his shoes up neatly to the side of the entryway before he made his impatient way to pace next to the couch instead of sitting in it.

"Whoever attacked her not only managed to get through village security, he knew her schedule enough to attack when she was alone," he said, frustration evident in his tone. "And that stupid gossip rag is local -- you'd have to be trying to get information on Konoha-nin to have read it!"

That was, at least, what he'd gotten from the first newsstand he'd stormed to and demanded a copy of the magazine he'd ignored up until now, even after seeing Uchiha plastered on it more than once.