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~Angelique
Chapter 3:
Understanding
Damn! The thought ran through Sasuke's head a million times, I can't see anything! Only outlines and even then, barley…
His opponent grinned. "How's your eye sight, child? Isn't the Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan supposed to be just that? Eternal?" Kyuubi advanced to the staggering teen. The fight would soon be over.
"Like I need vision to beat something of your level. This ought to be over quickly." Sasuke didn't have to try very hard to sound over confident; he was too used to being the best.
"Is that arrogance I hear? I'll shortly wipe you clean of any advantage you think you have." The fox didn't appreciate the raven's taunts. Nor did he think the power could hold up to the boy's statements.
The demon stalked forward, walking as only a fox could: quiet, calmly and yet making it all the more menacing. Sasuke despised this trait, most Uchiha had been able to use it, Itachi included, and even the Yondime could use flash step. The light drizzle had grown to a thunderstorm, lightning shot down from the sky, flicked the ground angrily, and leapt back to the black sky as quickly as it had come.
Perfect. Another bolt fired out of the sky and this time found a conductor; Sasuke had drawn the lightning into his own body, fused it with chakra, and thrust it back out toward his adversary.
Kirin The shout could hardly be heard from the roar of the lighting, traveling 1/1000th of a second to Naruto's body outline. Sasuke collapsed. He shouldn't have been able to been hold the current he had sent at his enemy. But he did. The Uchiha strained his deafened ears for the report of the Kyuubi. When struck with the jutsu, Sasuke heard Naruto gasp and then scream. He must have been hit.
Weary and drained, the child genius limped and crawled to where he had struck at his old friend. But Sasuke was almost blind, and couldn't see the scene before him unfold.
Naruto had been hit. Dead centre of the chest. Even half dead and sightless the black haired teenager still had perfect precision. The Kyuubi cloak dispersed its shroud completely, and its powers diminished; the demon couldn't heal Naruto. The blond was on his hands and knees, his normal clothing chattered and he looked as pallid as any other carcass on the battle ground, although Naruto had much more severe burns.
The shock had worked its way through his solar plexus and left a 2 inch hole. Blood poured freely from the wound, as a shell-shocked blonde ninja suddenly looked like a boy again. His face was dirtied, the whiskers scratched on his face only added to his ragamuffin appearance. The boy's clear cerulean eyes looked from the mortal injury to the one who inflicted it. Naruto was confounded. It was like he couldn't piece it together in his head, that his best friend, the one who understood his pain of abandonment, the one he could laugh with, the one he chased after no matter what, the one who he'd protect till the world was in shambles around them, the one he called his brother.
Why? Resonated throughout the empty cavern of his chest. Why would Sasuke do this? Why did he kill everyone? I was the only one who could help him. I was the only one who could withstand his pain. We were supposed to die in each other's arms, as brothers again. What happened?
The fact that everyone in the village had been whipped out before he got here, even Tsunade, who had put up one hell of a fight, and Kakashi, who had probably gave the most damage, had been blown away by the young heir. Naruto had been off in the surrounding hills of Mount Myōboku, blissfully unaware of the pain and torture being dealt to his friends and fellow villagers. How could he not have been here to harbor Sasuke's hatred and betrayal? How could he let his friend take out his anguish on innocent residents of his beloved home, Konoha? If the Kyuubi hadn't been slain, the blonde's eyes would have bloomed to bloodshot, a deep copper. Pure, blood rage blossomed in Naruto's core. There were too many black holes in his empathy for the raven.
"Fūton: Rasenshuriken" The shout rang out as a ball formed in the injured teenager's hand, wind spinning from the burnt remnants and whirling into the bloodied palm of one very livid legacy of a many awesome teachers. The blades of the jutsu cutting and slicing the air, Sasuke looked on awe-stuck at the attack. He had heard rumors that the knucklehead ninja had some new S-rank technique that made any other pale in comparison. The rumors also listed a description of the projectile, and what he'd heard was laughable. But it was also spot on.
Sasuke could just see the ball. He couldn't move to get out of the way of the approaching adversary. He couldn't stop his old comrade. He could only watch as the enraged Naruto charged toward his useless body.
So that's chapter 3.
Tell me how you guys liked it! It took a while to get it right. If I did…
Never written a fight scene, so I hope it was okay.
Maybe 10 reviews or possibly 9.
And the title was from when Naruto said we don't need words to understand each other; we only need fight.
Thanks for reading you guys!
~Angelique 3
