Sasuke wasn't sure about all of this, it seemed to be empty despite the lights being on. Frowning as he began to turn to leave, the young Uchiha jumped slightly at the sound of a bottle falling over, freezing in the doorway and looking back over his shoulder uncertainly. He did have the right house... Didn't he? There couldn't be anyone else here, it had to be that Yura woman. Waiting for a moment in an awkward silence he listened for any more noises, and was slightly startled yet again when he was called for. Okay, so it was her then, that was of little relief however. Still skeptical yet determined to see this through now, Sasuke took a deep breath and headed for the kitchen, trying his best to be brave. 

What had hit him first? Was it the sound of the faint music, or the stench of sake? The latter made him even less enthusiastic about coming here, getting the idea that Yura might be a heavy drinker. She had seemed pleasant enough earlier today, yet he'd seen too what alcohol could do to some people, he wanted no part of that. It was almost bad enough to make him turn away, but instead he wrinkled his nose at the smell and stepped into the room. Compared to her appearance before, Yura was far less imposing than before. Those seals on her arms were curious, particularly now that he was able to completely see them, but he didn't know much of anything concerning seals and so hadn't the faintest idea what they might be for. Other than that, the woman was markedly... Plain. Pretty though, even a boy as young as him was able to appreciate that much. She seemed very simple and earnest like this, and her smile gave an air of pleasantry about her. Even still, Sasuke couldn't smile back, only looking up to her with his dark, almost lifeless eyes. 

"Sorry I'm late, I was busy," he explained, shuffling past Yura and going to the table. Setting down his school bag on the table he clambered up onto the chair, finding it to be slightly too high for him and having to work for it somewhat. Once he was up and settled he unsealed his bag, pulling out his book and flipping to the last page he had been working on. The book itself was meant for children 3 or so years ahead of him, yet he'd been taught well enough to be able to understand the material, at least in some capacity. It was nowhere near the level of his brother, but then he no longer truly cared. Emulating Itachi was the furthest thing from his mind, he was his own person now, even if said person was terribly broken and sad most of the time. He was done chasing Itachi's shadow, the only reason he ever would do so would be to take revenge on the man. That was what his older brother had told him to do, wasn't it? Seek him out and kill him some day?

For anyone else, killing the man responsible for your clan's demise might well be easy, but Sasuke struggled with the very idea. Just who was his brother anyways? Was it the kind, caring young man he'd looked up so fondly to, or was it the cold, calculating killer that had massacred their entire clan? He still didn't have an answer to that, and maybe that was why he couldn't commit one way or another. Duty said to avenge those who had died, but personal feelings held him from that, it was a little too much for a young child like him. It was no wonder then he'd become so cold and detached as of late, it was all he could do from completely collapsing in on himself. 

"Oh... Right... Dinner..." Sasuke mumbled, closing his book mechanically and setting it aside. He shouldn't be so rude, his mother would never forgive him if he had just wandered into someone's home and made himself comfortable like this. Putting his hands on the edge of his seat he slid off of the chair, his socked feet dragging along the floor as he went to the restroom to wash up for the meal.