Inspired by the original post of Crimson Edge, chapter one by Fosfor

"Look Naruto," Kakashi said, trying despretly not to lose his temper, "the fact is, you can't use the sword to its full potential. Sasuke can. No matter how hard you train, you simply can't beat a Hyuuga."

Naruto scowled. "Fuck you. Benihime is mine, and I ain't gonna hand it over to you or that ego-centric, self-centered, ass of a teammate."

Kakashi sighed. "Alright, I tried being nice. Now I'm ordering you to hand the sword over. Now."

Naruto growled, low and deep, in the back of his throat. "Go fuck your-" He paused, cocking his head to the side. A small, feral grin crossed his lips. "Fine." He shoved Benihime tip-first into the ground. "You want it? You got it. Have fun."

"Finally," Kakashi muttered, reaching for the sword as Naruto backed away, arms crossed over his chest. "I promise, Sasuke will take good care of -" His hand wrapped around the handle, and all hell struck.

The moment his hand touched the blade, dozens of tiny papercuts appeared on his arm, running from the hand all the way up to the shoulder. The cut over his left eye reopened, blinding him. His blood started to boil in his veins as his temperature rose.

He shrieked, his hair starting to smoke as he flew away from the sword, as if flung away by an invisible hand. He landed a dozen feet away, semi-conscious.

Naruto reached down and pulled Benihime out of the ground, shaking it to rid it of any excess dirt. Then he walked over to Kakashi's twitching form. The last thing Kakashi saw and heard before he lost consciousness was Naruto shaking his head and walking away, saying:

"Nobody touches Benihime but me. NOBODY."