Temporal | Comparison
Kakashi was late again. As usual.
Sasuke glared moodily at blank space. He needed more training now and he needed to concentrate on his revenge properly, because there was no way he was going to defeat Itachi with some lame-ass Chidori. Although he was proud of his Chidori, he really was, but Itachi was still well out of his league and he needed to kill his brother now.
He wished Naruto would shut up for once, and that Sakura would stop staring at him. He wasn't blind and he had peripheral vision and he knew she was watching him. She was incredibly annoying, kind of like Ino, but then again they had probably rubbed off on each other.
How many times had he saved her? This slip of a girl with ridiculous hair—you could probably see it from miles away, it was so bright—and overactive tear ducts, the second girl he'd ever talked to properly besides Ino.
They were so alike, too—they loved to talk, loved to tease him, were always concerned about him. Except Ino wasn't on his team; and he had never undergone a spring cleaning expedition with Sakura (that was the day he cursed the size of his house); but Ino hadn't shorn off half her hair fighting to save him; and Sakura hadn't set foot in his house before.
Sasuke scowled blankly. Revenge revenge revenge, he snarled to himself. When had he started obsessing over girls? Disgusting. He ran a hand through his dark hair and turned to look at Naruto, still babbling away.
"Shut up, dobe."