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Chapter 2: More than preparation

Bolt looked around. The house was the neatest thing he had ever seen, like some sort of clean freak lived here. Well, in fact not one but two of that nature took up residence here.

"Make yourself at home Lightning-Bolt, enjoy your stay." Sakura smiled proudly, watching him look around in awe.

"You don't have to call me that anymore Aunt Sakura." Bolt smiled as she pinched his cheeks.

"Of course i do, it kinda sticks. Now, maybe you should go see what Ms. Book-chan is doing, probably reading and boring poor Hima-chan to death." Sakura playfully shook his hair around while pointing upstairs.

"Sure, but what you said wouldn't surprise me." Bolt nodded with a chuckle, starting to walk upstairs.

Sakura picked up her duster and grinned. "Okay, don't have too much fun, or me and your dad will have to use the arranged marriage plan early." She snickered, waiting to hear his reaction.

Bolt blushed heavily. "Trust me, that ain't gonna happen." He said, before making his way upstairs.

Sakura giggled, and went back to cleaning up an already uber clean house.

"Hey Hima-chan, Uchiha-chan." Bolt walked into the room, smiling.

"Hi brother! Himawari smiled, happily waving at her older brother before her.

"Stop calling me that. I prefer to be known as Salada, not by that little insult of a name of yours." Salada spoke with a demanding tone, making Bolt flinch.

"Okay, jeez. My bad." Bolt replied, taking a step back and trying to keep things from getting… hostile.

Salada nodded, and looked back at Himawari. "You are to finish this book within a week's time, and return it back to me please."

Himawari nodded proudly, like she was fulfilling the duties of a soldier. "Yes ma'am Salada-sensei."

"Salada-sensei, you're joking right." Bolt chimed in, holding back what would be a storm of laughter.

"Yeah, you got any problems with it." Salada's voice was cold, not showing the slightest sign of any affection or friendliness towards the Uzamaki.

"No." Bolt was quick to say that. "No need to be a bitch about it." He muttered to himself, but Salada could be complemented with the world's best hearing skill.

"What did you call me." She looked at him angrily, icy black eyes piercing him like daggers.

"I don't have to tell you anything, Uchiha-chan." Bolt glared back, saying the last part with a hostile emphasis.

Himawari sensed the tension and gulped. "Can't we all just get along." She waved her hands nervously.

"Yeah we can, when Salada stops being an emo punk." Bolt spat. He never meant for things to go this way, he just wanted a friend.

"The boy whom i have so much in common with, yet could never understand me. Why be friends with him." Her tone showed a hint of malice, but it wasn't entirely hostile, she sounded like she was trying to hint him at something.

"What exactly do we have in common, besides hating each other." Bolt growled, raising a fist at her.

"Bolt!" Himawari exclaimed, surprised he would raise a fist to a girl of all people.

"First of all, i never said i hated you Uzamaki. We just don't see eye-to-eye. Secondly, i hoped that you would be smart enough to figure out what bonds us. I'll keep holding out until you realize." Salada smirked, making Bolt question her motives.

Bolt couldn't seem to figure this girl out. Was she angry at him or what, because sure as hell he was not particularly liking her at the moment. He looked away, trying to get out of the gaze that now made him feel uncomfortable.

Downstairs, Sakura heard everything the kids were saying, and mentally sighed. "That Salada, what am i going to do with her. To smart for her own good."

Himawari smiled, always the light in the dark. "We should all make some art, how about that."

Salada looked at the girl. "Read your book student, I'm very anxious to hear what the oh so might Bolt has to say next." She leaned in close to his face. "Fill me in, Bolt-kun."

Bolt blushed, looking away. "I'm not some toy that you're gonna play with. I'm the son of the Seventh Hokage." Bolt knew he was in a jam, as he rarely ever announced himself as the Hokage's son. He hated that title, but somehow, it gave him a burst of pride. But Salada killed it quickly.

"And look, there's the bratty attitude everyone has when their the offspring of someone famous. I was just waiting to hear it. Come on, you think you're better than me don't you, because that's how brats feel."

Bolt didn't know what to say, neither did Himawari because she could be categorized and labeled as fast as Bolt was.

That process was done with Bolt, and right now he just wanted to be repackaged.

Then, Sakura stepped in.

"Salada Uchiha, that's no way to treat your guest. You're the biggest brat of them all you here, if anyone thinks their better than anyone, its you."

This was the one person Salada would not argue with, as she has received more than a couple of knots from her mother in the past, however, Bolt spoke up.

"No, she's right."

Salada and Sakura's attention switched to the Hokage's son. Himawari smiled, she knew was about to happen. To her, the true Bolt Uzamaki just arrived.

He looked up, grinning right in Salada's face.

"I am the biggest brat in the village. Just ask my dad, his statue has had almost a dozen different hairstyles. And i don't think I'm better that anyone, i know it. How do i know it, well my name is Bolt Uzamaki after all."

Salada only could look on as her foundation of words she laid was slowly deconstructed.

"I'm gonna be better than that dumb Hokage, just you watch. I'll be better than you too. I'm gonna win the Spring Festival's junior fighters cup, and beat you." He jabbed his finger right into Salada's forehead. "Once i beat my rival, that just so happens to be a girl Uchiha, i bet she won't have a word to say. Believe it!"

Bolt grinned, backing away from her.

Sakura couldn't help but smile. "Like father, like son." She thought.

Salada slowly let a grin creep across her face, adjusting her glasses. "It seems i have a competitor, something i have longed for. You're gonna be a worthy challenge Uzamaki brat, but i won't fall."

Sakura took this time to leave, dragging Himawari along to let the rivals have their little Naruto/Sasuke moment.

Salada chuckled. "Funny, right. Picture it, Bolt Uzamaki gets beat by a girl. Get ready, you won't know what hit you."

She leaned forward, placing a kiss on his cheek. "Sleep now, and consider that the last sign of affection i'll show to you from here on out. You've convinced me of your worthiness. From here on out, we are bitter rivals."

Bolt blushed lightly, nodding. "I'd prefer the term friendly rivals, but oh well. You've got it!"

The two nodded. They would sleep for now, but tomorrow, they would begin their fight.


Well, decided to go ahead and get chapter 2 done. I've seen many fics with Salada acting kinda to friendly to Bolt, this is how I'd see her towards him in the manga, based on what i can make out from her personality in naruto 700. Next chapter I'll be bringing in the other kids and the real preparation for the spring festival will begin. So, make sure to leave a review, and…. until next time, peace! :D