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It had taken a good deal of time and a very hard knock to the head before Sasuke came back.
Of course, they had dragged his unconscious body back, so it wasn't really willingly, but if anyone asked, he would simply say that, hurt from his battle with Itachi, he teleported to the first place he thought of and that he had rather intentionally allowed his old team to find him.
Which was screwing up the story completely.
Sasuke had merely over-exerted himself during training and it was pure luck that Naruto and Sakura had stumbled upon him during one of their missions. However, his version gave him an excuse to push for his freedom - it would destroy the point of letting them find him if he left immediately after.
Of course, his excuse hadn't at all been accepted by the people of Konoha and Naruto had been assigned to look after him nonetheless. He was staying with the blond idiot whether he liked it or not, wasn't allowed on missions, and his chakra had been sealed.
They didn't trust him and Sasuke wasn't entirely sure that he blamed them.
Still, he had no intentions of trying to escape. Not yet, at least. For now, he would concentrate on what to do about his chakra, because he stood little chance of escape without it. Sasuke's taijutsu was pretty good, don't think wrong, but he was also vastly outnumbered.
So, instead, he decided he had little choice but to put up with the moron he once would have called his best friend.
It was morning, and he was hungry, but he didn't bother making breakfast, choosing instead to sit at the table looking tired. He would leave the breakfast making to Naruto.
As long as the moron didn't want ramen for breakfast, it would be fine.