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Chapter 5: Mitsuki
It was a dance he was witnessing, the most intricate, beautiful and deadly dance in the world. They moved swiftly around each other, their moves predicting the others as if they had done it a thousand times before and this was no different. They defended and attacked when the other couldn't and while Mitsuki could say his team was the same way, it wasn't anywhere near this. This, whatever this was, was not anywhere close to what his team had.
It was odd, when Sarada's mother jumped into the fray; it was as if she was interrupting the rhythm Lord Seventh and Uchiha-san had. As if her mere presence was like an afterthought to their attacks, the smoke after a powerful blow. Was it mean to be like this? Was this what Konohamaru-sensei was always trying to instill into their brains? This teamwork that wasn't teamwork but something more intimate?
"Sarada-chan, are you okay?" Bolt was suddenly to his right with Sarada in his arms. A deep bloody gash across Sarada's right was most definitely not okay and if the bleeding wasn't stopped it could become dangerous. Suddenly, her mother was next to her, hands glowing a bright green while the fight continued in front on them. Mitsuki turned just in time to witness Lord Seventh being savagely impaled through the chest by the enemy.
Shock. The blood froze in his body and Mitsuki forgot to breathe for a second. Lord Seventh's body folded in itself as the twisted bastard squirmed his hand through the hole, Bolt was midway through getting up when the fight ended abruptly.
A head rolled a few feet ahead from Uchiha-san as Lord Seventh struggled to stay upright, the dead man's body dragging him down, hand still in his chest.
"Naruto!"
Uchiha-san swiftly pulled the arm out and cradled Lord Seventh against his chest, Sharingan eye in its final form. Lord Seventh raised a hand and gently held onto Uchiha-san's hand and moved his lips, the words inaudible only heard by Uchiha-san. Sarada's mother rushed to them with a hesitant step but stepped in immediately, hands glowing over the wound.
She didn't disentangle their hands.
Bolt and Sarada, both numb with shock, looked on with wide eyes and understanding dawning in their eyes. Both their eyes on their respective father's eyes, Mitsuki turned and stared but suddenly felt like he wasn't supposed to be looking at them.
That wasn't teamwork, the fire in their eyes wasn't teamwork, and the unspoken feelings were not friendship. What Lord Seventh and Uchiha-san had was more than friendship and Mitsuki really did feel bad for Sarada and Bolt.
The unfortunate idiots.