Fighting an Uchiha
"OI! Uchiha!"
It was mostly the term of addressing that made him stop and turn around. Come to it, most of the others who had heard—maybe around 95%—also stopped to look at you incredulously, simply because no girl in the world would ever call him "Uchiha."
He was definitely nonplussed, that was plain to see. "What, is 'Sasuke' preferable?" Hirako scowled. "Or worse yet, 'Sasuke-kun?'" Her lip curled in disgust at the thought.
He grimaced. "What?"
She thrust a scroll at him. "Sensei told me to deliver this to you. The class was an all girls' class for some reason, and I was the most reasonable choice," she spat.
And then she resumed escaping the school. A wise decision, really, considering that maybe three-quarters of the present female population lunged at her, driven mad by her blatant disrespect towards their precious Sasuke-kun. He ignored them, his eyes scanning the already-open scroll. He let out an almost silent snort and closed it, leaving it to burn with a tiny burst of chakra from his mouth.
Normally he'd set light to any message sent by anyone but a sensei without reading it, no matter the excuse. The teachers knew this, and so always managed to get their messages to him one way or other without the use of a third party, but that girl—Tsurata Hirako—had tweaked his curiosity with her unwonted irritability. Even so, he had half-expected a gooey love scroll.
It might have been an insanely screwed up love scroll, but it very definitely wasn't gooey.
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"Damn you, Uchiha," Hirako wheezed, flat on her back on the scorched ground. She could almost see his arrogant smirk.
"Your scroll didn't mention what would happen if we tied," he panted back, completely out of breath. Not surprising, considering the numerous times her fist had connected with his stomach over the course of five hours and twenty-some minutes. "I'm curious."
She could've growled if she had the breath, but she was just as winded as her opponent (Who was she kidding? This was the Uchiha she was talking thinking about!). As it was, she managed to huff out a frustrated "Damnit."
"Come to think of it," he continued on a puff, "you're the girl with the guys' fanclub, aren't you?"
She groaned. "Damn it to hell. I was hoping you wouldn't figure it out. Damn puberty and its unwanted forced attractions. I hate you, puberty."
"You sure that's puberty, or did you mean me," he gasped, unable to summon enough air to make his words a question.
"Both." And both slipped into a much-needed slumber. Unfortunately, the damnable fan club of the pretty-boy emo interfered with her much needed nap....
"HOW DARE YOU, TSURATA HIRAKO!"
On the other hand, Sasuke had plenty of trouble as well…
"DAMN YOU, UCHIHA! YOU HAD NO RIGHT TO FIGHT SO ROUGH!"
Moral of the story: fanclubs are pains in the rear.
Afternotes:
Contents of the scroll are outlined below:
Meet me at the training grounds tomorrow just before sunrise. I want to fight, to see if you're as good as your clan claims your clan should be. I want to prove to myself that you aren't worth this stupid crush, so I'll paint the picture for you:
If I win, I'll not bother you. You can sulk all you want at your loss, but I will ultimately ignore you.
If you win, I will more than likely delude myself into joining the ranks of your idiotic fanclub and pester you for the rest of your days.
Tsurata Hirako
Like Sasuke thought: it mighta been a love scroll, but it certainly wasn't gooey.