[Him again. How? Why? He takes note of the surroundings, note of the blood, and the young Uchiha abandons the cat in his room and bolts towards the scene. A sharpened kitchen knife is held at the ready even as he approaches the Guardian Sapling, eyes narrowed warily. Wounded or not, he knows firsthand how strong Kisame was--is.]
[This... is an opportunity Sasuke did not expect to have thrust back in his hands so quickly, if ever. He doesn't know when Itachi will get here, if at all, but he doesn't have time to waste. The tip of the knife presses itself against the back of that blue, somehow mauled flesh. Old scars? Or can he just heal quickly? No time to find out.]