Leaving the Uchiha compound was a bit daunting, he'd not really done that since the massacre. The idea of having to face other people, people who new what had happened, frankly unsettled Sasuke. He didn't want sympathy or to be told "sorry" a million times over. Well intentioned or not those weren't going to bring back his family, and he was sick of hearing it by now. Yura was heading out though and he knew he should join her, even if he didn't particularly want to. Once they had finished working on his arrows and set them aside, the young Uchiha followed after his lone clan member, keeping his eyes down to avoid meeting anyone's gaze as they walked.

All around him he could hear voices, whispering and mumbling among themselves about him and his clan. This was exactly why he hadn't wanted to go out, he hated the fact that everywhere he went, sad looks were sent his way. That and he had become something of a novelty, being the only Uchiha member to be spared. Well there was Yura as well, but she hadn't been here during the attacks. Sasuke couldn't say if it angered or annoyed him more that people saw him for that, for being the survivor of some horrific attack. He'd almost prefer for no one to ever notice him instead, so he could go about his day without all that unwanted attention. Yet right up until they had slipped into a shop, he swore he felt eyes on him, and words about his predicament were constantly overheard.

Yet as it turned out, even in the shop they weren't terribly free from the attention. The woman at the counter seemed to be every bit as interested as those outside, and unfortunately they couldn't just walk away and ignore her like the rest. Glancing up when he saw her offering over candy he accepted it reluctantly, waiting until she was looking at Yura again to pocket it. He hated sweets, anything with too much sugar was unappealing to him, and he'd just as soon throw the treat away if the woman weren't standing right there. Instead he went about the shop, looking for a few things he needed of his own. Some supplies for school, a strip or two of sand-paper that he could use to help keep his bow in good condition, and to make more arrows if need be, and some food that he might like. With what little money he had of his own he paid for it, forgetting for a moment that Yura was even present. 

Sasuke was only too happy to be out of the store once he was done, not wanting to linger and be spoken to. Back at the compound he had managed to relax somewhat when Yura was around, but out here it was another story. [i]Everyone[/i] looked at him, they all spoke about him, they all had a million questions. What was it like? How does he feel? Does he need anything? Before most of these people wouldn't have given him much more than a passing smile, but now everyone felt bad for him and wanted to help. Cynically he rejected any offers, figuring in a week's time they would move on and go back to ignoring him as they had. Besides, he had Yura now, he didn't need their help.

"I don't like this... I want to go back..." Sasuke mumbled, frowning as he looked up at Yura. He was already sick of other people looking at him and talking about him, it made him terribly self-conscious. He'd prefer to just be home and train right now, rather than this. Clutching his bags against his chest he gave a disconcerted sigh when even more voices could be overheard speaking about him, making the young Uchiha scrunch his shoulders up. "Just stop... Stop talking..." he said meekly, far too quiet to be overheard by the folks speaking.