(2) charmed smile
The room was old, the strongest kind of old that holds scents and reflects noises like a promise of something to come. So old that it knows. The floors and walls reeked of sweat as they paced, eyes narrowed and wary, trapped in this place for the last three hours. Sasuke smiled slightly, slowly, to himself, hands tracing the air softly before he launched himself at the boy, reminding Naruto that for all of his anger he can damn well move.
Distracted by the rare show of anything, Naruto missed the block, felt the kick nail him across the hip, spinning him off to the side. "Damnit, Sasuke!"
He smirked. "What? Can't keep up, now?"
The blonde boy's eyes tracked upward again, voice catching with a promise as he pulled himself back up. "That's not what I meant."
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