~Konoha High School Art Club~
9
Confrontation
"You heard me." said Naruto, "My name is Uzumaki Naruto...I'm a friend of Saseme's...but we're not here to see her." he blinked, "We came for Sasuke."
Itachi and Naruto stood facing each other, shock over taking his eyes...though he dare not show it.
Uzumaki...why does that name sound so familiar...?
the elder Uchiha brother pondered as he took in the blonde's image.
He looks familiar too...but...where?
...Who...?
"SO..." Naruto said sharply, snapping Itachi back to reality, "Is Sasuke in? Or not?" he asked, "We need to have a talk..."
"Hmm..." the elder Uchiha narrowed his eyes.
"Very well." he said as he blinked, "One moment." He turned slowly, a wave of heavy uneasiness washing over him as he tried to figure out why the name Uzumaki rang familiarity with him...
"Sasuke." he called out, "...it's for you."
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The younger male Uchiha stepped heavily over toward the door way. Barefoot beneath loose black school pants, his white collared shool shirt open, revealing his chest while he leaned against the door frame and held a heavy tired-looking dark eyes gaze at the guest. Itachi, the oldest stood behind him and watched over his shoulder. The tension between them was thick, he needed to be ready incase he himself had to be the one to cut the cake.
"Who is it?" Saseme had asked from the top of the steps. Still steaming from the hot shower she had just had. She wore a thick fluffy bath robe and her hair was still dripping water bead droplets all around her. She was never really good about drying her hair. It was thick and weighed heavily matted when wet with water, so sometimes it took a few times over.
"Naruto..." Sasuke growled his name with a dark glare.
"What? Naruto?" Saseme blinked, but before she could step closer Gaara had stepped between her and her destination.
"Saseme-chan, I swear..." he said softly, "This wasn't my idea...!"
"Come, Otouto-chan..."
"Nii-san?" Saseme blinked.
The formal speech between them never occured much between them unless matters were serious.
"This is a matter between gentlemen..." he said softly, guiding her back.
"...Follow me." said Sasuke, motioning his head toward the blonde as they headed to the back side of the house.
"Woah..." Naruto let out a low whistle as he took in the Luxurious home of the Uchiha Manor. Though, of the group, he was the only one who seemed phase by this. On the opposite end of the house, Itachi, the host, opened the massive hardwood doors to wa beautifully well layed out rock garden. The Uchiha emblam was on every mast. and some areas had rock placements made specificly for walking over, as well as some grass in some areas and fountains in between. In the cnter, rested what looked to be some type of training field. Though it was clear it was used for many things. Sasuke made his way toward a shed and slowly pulled apart its wardrobe design, revealing within an impressive collection of Katana and wooden swords. Naruto blinked as he took it in, trying not to show his impression of the collection. Suddenly he was hit hard with a red wooden sword that clapped against his chest. It looked to be one that matched Sasuke's black one that he usually carried around with him at school.
"What's this?" Naruto asked as he glanced up at the stone face of Sasuke Uchiha, gripping to the all too familiar black sword.
"I only talk through combat." he stated, "If you've got something to say to me...say it with your strength!" he demanded, as the each stood opposite sides of the centered field.
Naruto looked confused as he examined the opponent before him, and the red wooden sword in his hand.
"...Fine." he huffed as he tightly gripped the handle and recreated Sasuke's pose on the opposie side. The nigh breeze blew cool, feathering out his long coat and the access strapping of his head band.
"Naruto you can't be serious!" said Gaara.
"Naruto-kun...please!" Saseme said politely, remaining proper infront of her elder brother, "My brother is the master of the Kendo Club!" she stated.
"She's right you know." said Itachi with folded arms, "You shouldn't get yourself into a fight you lack experience for...are you sure you want to do this?" he asked.
"I can handle myself just fine." said Naruto firmly.
"You heard him, otouto-chan..." Itachi blinked, "He's accepted...you know the rules." he stated, "A proper young lady-"
"...Must remain silent..." she sighed as she sat herself properly.
"...very good." Itachi said softly followed by a soft sigh and a whisper, "I'm sorry Sasusy...but these are the rules we must abide to-"
"I understand, Itachi." she whispered back.
He sighed and nodded before rising to his feet and taking the center of the field.
"As I am the host of the Uchiha Manor at this time I will serve as referee and state the rules for this official challenge upon the Uchiha Property field." he spoke loudly for both of them to hear as Saseme held her silence and watched, with Gaara placed properly next to her, as he's supposed to be when they share presence in a proper setting.
"As this is a residence, there will be NO fatalities." he stated, "There will be NO purposeful wounds. There will be NO intent to kill or severely harm your opponent- should any of these be present I will stop the match immediately and no winner will be decided." he explained, "You will have a three-bout match. Since Neither is wearing proper protective gear, each swing is to be directed only at and only make contact with your opponents wodden sword." he stated, "Should a wooden sword make direct contact with your opponents body, that is a foul." he stated, "A winner is decided if you push your opponent out of the boundary lines." he said, "If you or they step out, or fall out, the out come is the same." he blinked, "If you break your opponents sword or it is thrown out of bounds as well, this also counts as a win." he stated, "Are the rules clear? Any questions?"
"Understood." said Sasuke.
"Yeah, I got it." said Naruto.
Itachi took a moment and glanced to each side before giving an approving nod.
"Very well...BEGIN."
Two battle cried sounded as each one intended to make the first swing and a loud crack of the clash of two wooden swords, snapped through the tension of the night.
To Be Continued