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sunshineverse2015-05-12 03:04 pm
not_thedragon) wrote in sunshineverse2015-05-12 03:04 pm
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[closed; 04/04; backdated]
Who: Sasuke and Iruka
When: After classes on 04/04, a good day to talk about death
Where: Iruka's office at the Academy
Notes: What shounen world happens without an abundance of dead parents?
This probably should have been routine for a ninja at his age. Technically, the loss of a relative should have been handled by another relative, or by clan leadership failing that, but -- Sasuke had mentally considered Fumiko's personality in the large, spare formal hall of his own house, facing down Fugaku's solemn expression, and come to the inevitable conclusion.
His mother had made him responsible for the child once, but she hadn't warned him about this. It would have been easier to let Fugaku do it, but ...
Sasuke paused in front of the door, suddenly feeling the vague childish need to make sure that he looked Academy-presentable instead of like he'd arrived home from a mission in the dead of the night and spent the last twenty-four hours scrawling out barely-legible reports and sleeping. He could have asked someone else, maybe.
But Iruka dealt with children regularly, and that probably made him the best resource for something like this. Better, at least, than sending the child in totally unprepared.
Swallowing a sigh, Sasuke knocked.
When: After classes on 04/04, a good day to talk about death
Where: Iruka's office at the Academy
Notes: What shounen world happens without an abundance of dead parents?
This probably should have been routine for a ninja at his age. Technically, the loss of a relative should have been handled by another relative, or by clan leadership failing that, but -- Sasuke had mentally considered Fumiko's personality in the large, spare formal hall of his own house, facing down Fugaku's solemn expression, and come to the inevitable conclusion.
His mother had made him responsible for the child once, but she hadn't warned him about this. It would have been easier to let Fugaku do it, but ...
Sasuke paused in front of the door, suddenly feeling the vague childish need to make sure that he looked Academy-presentable instead of like he'd arrived home from a mission in the dead of the night and spent the last twenty-four hours scrawling out barely-legible reports and sleeping. He could have asked someone else, maybe.
But Iruka dealt with children regularly, and that probably made him the best resource for something like this. Better, at least, than sending the child in totally unprepared.
Swallowing a sigh, Sasuke knocked.