Mystical, Magical
"Do you believe in magic?"
Sasuke, mouth full of rice from the large, unsuspecting bite he just took, sputtered and sprayed and choked.
"What?"
Naruto brushed bits of white from his jacket with a distractedly disgusted look.
"Do you believe in magic?" he repeated. "You know, the 'Abracadabra, poof! I'm your fairy godmother!' kind of thing. Like Kakashi-sensei's ninja dogs."
"No." Sasuke refrained from rolling his eyes as he turned to pack away the remains of his lunch with as much of the remains of his dignity as he could muster. "Only kids believe in magic. Little kids." Oh, yes. He'd seen the protest forming in Naruto's wide open mouth.
"Yeah, but… think about it! Kyuubi is a demon, a being commonly associated with dark magic. We pull jutsus out of our a— ah, butts every day. Just like magic."
"Jutsus come from chakra, dummy. It's a store of energy from inside your own body."
"Yeah… an invisible, mystical, magical store of 'energy'. Sounds kinda like magic, doesn't it?"
This time, Sasuke did roll his eyes. Picking up his lunch, he turned and walked away.
"Hey! Wait up!" Naruto called, running after the retreating figure. "I'm right, aren't I? Hey! Don't just walk away from me! Answer me, you—!"
In a comfortable tree branch above a now empty park bench, a silver-haired, one-eyed teacher watched his students turn a corner out of sight, one eyebrow raised in mild amusement. As he turned another page in his worn orange book, Kakashi noted, with a sort of weary resignation, that they were certainly not out of earshot.
an: Short, I know, but what are your thoughts? I'm thinking about possibly making this a story of short chapters. Is it worth continuing? Do you like my writing?