Don't Forget Me
Chapter 1
Naruto was getting ready for his training session starting in fifteen minutes. Today, he decided that he needed a new look. Ever since Sasuke had last insulted him with his constant sighing, his annoying glare and smartass little comments, Naruto had been thinking of adopting a new, more intellectual appearance. Maybe then, Naruto thought, Sasuke would finally feel a bit more intimidated by him and would hopefully behave more respectfully towards him. Sometimes, he felt as though people would just look at him and think he had done something stupid even though he did not do anything.
Naruto first tried to wear a mask like Kakashi, but finally abandoned the idea. The mask made him look quite mysterious and maybe even handsome, but when he tried to express his contentment, he did not hear himself loudly enough. He then put on a cape upon which he painted the words "Next Hokage". The young ambitious boy was pleased.
The pair of sharingan was staring at the seemingly impassive Juunin. The youngest of the Uchiha clan was trapped; he did not like it, more so because he knew his adversary was not even fighting at his best. Silent rage filled his heart because he knew his teacher was far more powerful than he ever showed. Furthermore, even the famous Copy Ninja was no match for his brother.
Although Sasuke skillfully blocked and ducked all of Kakashi's attacks, he was now cornered. He felt the rock cliff behind him. It was an open field in front of him with no place to hide to regroup. Adrenalin kicked in as he foresaw his teacher rushing at him and pinning him hard to the rocks. Kakashi's hands aimed his upper arms. It was difficult to react because of his lack of free movement. As Kakashi gripped his student's arms, Sasuke leaned back on the wall and tried to swing his legs up to his opponent's torso. Kakashi took the hit smoothly and banged his head hard enough into Sasuke's face to completely disorient him. The attacker backed away and relaxed his posture. As the boy plunged forward, having fast regained partial focus, the masked ninja's clone came out of the wall behind Sasuke and locked his arms. The boy was intimidated by his teacher's enormous physical strength; even as he tried to fidget, Kakashi's clone would not budge. He did not even need to tighten his grip.
Strength comes from hatred. The more I despise Itachi, the closer I will be to eliminate him. I must be the one to kill him. I must not only be on a par with him. I have to surpass him and make him feel inferior, weak, before he dies.
"What will you do now, Sasuke?"
The real Kakashi seemed calm as he stood there looking down at his prey, but there was turmoil going on inside him. He recognized a tingling of curiosity. What will his talented student become? How strong can he grow? Will he ever be ready to accomplish his revenge?
He slowly drew his hand up towards his headband. He was a bit worried, but also a bit excited about what he was going to do next. This was the perfect training.
Sasuke's eyes turned back to normal as he began to weaken. His muscles were on fire after he tried so hard to break free. He felt a shadow of panick creeping in him. Yes, he had a hint about what he was about to endure. He badly needed to move away. Nobody should ever be able to...
"Sharingan!" Kakashi had exposed his hidden eye.
"Ahhh!" Sasuke jerked his whole body forward, using his feet to push on the clone's knees until his shoulders were about to break.
Kakashi was somehow inside the infuriated Uchiha. He had practiced this imbarable telepathic technique before, mostly to torture and interrogate prisoners in his younger days.
Sasuke's sharingan reappeared as he struggled to reject the invader. His mind was flooded by a single grave voice: "Sasuke..."
"Sasuke... you will fail." It echoed so loudly that his head was shaking. The clone vanished, no longer needed to restrain the student.
" You will fail. Listen to me! You will fail, not because you are weak, but because you are fighting for the wrong reasons. Power will not come from hatred. You should seek revenge not because you hate your brother, but because you want to do it for the memory of your family. You want to protect others from sharing their fate..." His voice faded because he saw the expression on his student's face. It would be enough for today.
Sasuke sat down and, as frustrated as he was against himself for not having been able to hit his teacher, some peace made way to his overcharged mind. Kakashi took out his treasured book as he kept an amazed eye on his student, noticing how fast he had recovered.
Fashionably late, Naruto prepared for his grand appearance. He proudly walked up to Sasuke and Kakashi, dressed in navy blue and wearing white gloves and complicated boots with metallic straps. Kakashi and Sasuke wore the exact expression on their faces. Naruto was happy, having interpreted their expression as awe and respect. They actually were just too shocked by the ridiculouslness Naruto exhibited.
" I'm ready!" he yelled, covering Kakashi and Sasuke's muffled laughs.
" I shouldn't have hurried to get here this time," the usually late teacher said. "Where's Sakura?"
"He scared her away," the young Uchiha said in his low and monotonous voice.
Naruto took off his camouflage hat and turned his head in all directions.
"Where is she? Huh?"