Chapter 11: Taming the Yellow Flash pt. 1

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Sasuke Uchiha, youngest son of Mikoto and Fugaku Uchiha sat with baited breath as his father began his narrative.

"It was late summer when I first laid eyes upon Minato Uzumaki. At the time, he was simply known as the Yellow Flash".

(Flashback)

Twenty-seven year old Fugaku Uchiha his hands busy as usual making his rounds around the freshly conquered barbarian fort he'd been placed in charge of.

Although exhausted from the recent battle, the general could not rest until he was certain the fortress was completely secured. The wounded had to be placed in proper shelter and tended to. And the provisions had to be rationed in monitored and rationed. That wouldn't pose a problem this time, the fort was well stocked with potatoes, turnips, cheese, and smoked and cured meats. As well as an assortment of vegetables "If we're smart we can wait out the winter in comfort" the young general concluded.

"General Uchiha!"A runner scout called running up.

"Yes Plineus?" Fugaku sighed tiredly pinching his nose.

"General Jiraiya and some of his men have arrived from the battle field sir, they come baring a prisoner".

"A prisoner you say?"The tired soldier frowned. For what purpose could Jiraiya possibly want with a prisoner of war?

"And he wants to see me does he?"

"Yes, right away sir" Plineus said breathlessly.

"Take me to him, won't you boy?"

"Of course General, right this way" Plineus led his superior through the fort past the forest of white tents, dodging the many fires the cold soldiers were lighting.

A small procession of guards stood circled around the fortress entrance, in front of them stood the unmistakable General Jiraiya.

Unlike Fugaku, Jiraiya was a good fifteen years older than him. His snowy white hair hung about his red tattooed face in a shaggy fashion. Like Fugaku though his war apparel consisted of a chain mail tunic, a beaten iron breastplate with the bronze sigil of Rome and sturdy leather boots lined with rabbit fur. And also like Fugaku, his overall state looked disheveled and dirty. But none the less he waved cheerily when he saw the younger Roman approaching "Good afternoon Uchiha, how goes you?"

The brunette shook hands and replied "It goes well General. Athena has rewarded our victory with a well stocked fortress. We will be able to rest well this coming winter".

"Sounds splendid, I am sure your men appreciate the reprieve" Jiraiya smiled "Putting pleasantries aside, my men and I were combing the battle field earlier seeing what we could salvage and you'll never guess what we discovered".

"A survivor…"Fugaku stated in a monotone.

Jiraiya's grin didn't falter at the Uchiha's flat disinterest "Oh not just any survivor" the white haired man turned sharply and clapped his hands "Bring him forth".

At this there was a loud scuffling coupled by angry grunts and shouts of "hold him!" Whoever they were, they were putting up a rather gallant struggle. Finally, Jiraiya's men managed to push their feisty captive to the front.

The barbarian warrior was equally dirt covered as the rest them; he was dressed in animal skins that hung in shreds about his strong lanky body. His elven face was smeared with mud and blue war paint, which brought out the misty blue of his eyes.

"General Fugaku Uchiha, I give to you the Yellow Flash" Jiraiya gestured dramatically "the scourge of the northern armies".

"The Yellow Flash? Why do they call him tha-Ah!" Fugaku just had to ask…Before he could finish speaking, the blonde suddenly lunged forward growling animalisticaly pouncing on the Uchiha brunette. Somehow the Flash had wiggled free of his ropy bonds careening into a tussling match with the Roman invader.

Fugaku grappled the raging warrior into an arm hold, the blonde straining to get away "Are you going to give up?" by this point, both were covered in the cold wet mud.

The Yellow Flash shot him a heated look, his pearl teeth bared in defiance "Never! I'll never surrender to a Roman dog like you!"

Fugaku increased the pressure "I insist you desist, you're arm may very well snap" but it seems words were lost to the barbarian. Even though his ocean blue eyes were beginning to tear up a bit from the strain, suddenly the Flash did something Fugaku did not expect, with a hard wrench and a snap, the Uchiha was sent sprawling, a sharp pain blossoming in his jaw and stars in his eyes "I warned you" he groaned.

The Yellow Flash held back a pain yell, cradling his broken limb, but the satisfied smirk he sported showed it was worth it "And*gasp*I warned you".

Any further banter was cut short as the soldiers standing watch, surged forth to surround the grinning blonde northerner their weapons drawn "What are your orders General Uchiha?" one of them asked.

Fugaku rose shakily to his feet, his senses still reeling from the powerful hit "Lock him up in the camp's holding cells, I will reach a final decision on his fate later". For now he had to make sure his jaw and teeth weren't broken.

(End Flashback)

"And that was how I came to meet the Yellow Flash" Fugaku finished.

"He punched you!" Sasuke gasped, he had often sparred with his father and couldn't even come close to striking him.

"Well you couldn't expect us to like each other from the get go" the elder chuckled subconsciously rubbing his chin "if you'll excuse me son, I believe I will retire now".

"What you can't go to bed now dad!" Sasuke exclaimed grabbing his father's wrist "you haven't told me what all this has to do with Naruto!"

Fugaku patted his sons shoulder and released his wrist "I promise I'll tell you tomorrow evening Sasuke, in fact, some sleep will do us some good, yes?"

Sasuke nodded reluctantly and assisted his father in putting the scrolls back in their proper place. It was so cruel to leave him in suspension until tomorrow "Good night father" he said as they exited the study to go their separate ways.

"Good night son, sleep well" Father replied heading to the master bedroom.

Sasuke glared at Fugaku's retreating back "If he thinks he can get off the hook that easily he's mistaken".

End Chapter

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