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NOTE: From where I come from, we call our godfathers "Uncle" (this, I think, would be the closest English equivalent of the word. Anything closer would be calling them "Godfather" directly). So yeah. Just a little heads up. :)

This chapter is more of a filler ficlet than anything (is that even possible?).

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BEFORE THE WORST

Meet My New Toy, Elle

"Urgh!" Sasuke stomped his foot in frustration. Why couldn't he get this? Itachi can do it so easily! "One more try. I know I can do it." He whispered to himself for motivation.

Bump.

Bump.

Bump.

Splat!

"ARGH!" The seven-year-old slumped and sat on the ground in defeat. The child glared at the football that was situated a few metres away. That stupid ball was laughing at him... He just knew it was. Dumb ball.

All of a sudden, Sasuke wasn't hatefully peering at his soccer ball, but rather he was eye-to-eye with something that was remarkably blue.

"Whatcha glaring at the ball for, Sas?" Naruto asked as she placed her face inches from Sasuke's boyish features. She then snickered at her best friend once she noticed that the little boy had crossed his eyes so he could try to see her better. Naruto served to annoy Sasuke more than he already was (because that's what best friends do, right?). The little Uchiha gave a side-pout and lightly pushed Naruto's short spiky blond hair downwards, subsequently, making the little girl's head a tool to help Sasuke stand up.

"Hey! What did you do that for?" The little girl growled as she rubbed her head to comfort herself. Sasuke shrugged and put his right hand in his shorts pocket. "You were too close. I don't want to see your ugly face up close." The little Uchiha raised his nose and peeked through one eye to see his best friend's reaction. Most would say that Sasuke was being just a little bit of a hypocrite considering that the small boy would snap at anyone who dared to insult Naruto in such a way. In all actuality, this was how the two rolled ever since Naruto came out of her shy little shell and became the spunky little girl she was presently. Sasuke, although admittedly being mean, was really glad that Naruto wouldn't start moping every time someone was being nasty to her. She would totally beat any one up if someone dared. Of course, she'd beat any one up except Sasuke.

The little girl's whiskered-cheeks reddened in both embarrassment and annoyance. Standing up, she attempted to make herself look tougher by squaring her shoulders. "Oh yeah! Well... Well... Well you're fighting with a ball!"

"Nice try." Sasuke fondly smirked. It would seem to him that Naruto needed to work on her comebacks next.

"Hey, so really. Why were you so angry at the ball?" Her previous discomfiture forgotten, she now asked Sasuke to answer her initial query.

The raven-haired lad shot another well aimed glare at the offending football. "It was being stubborn."

Naruto twitched her eye in acknowledgement. She managed to piece things together on her own. "Eh?! Don't tell me you're still trying to juggle that thing?" The little girl crossed her arms and looked to her best friend with a tinge of amusement on her features.

"Hn. What if I am?" Sasuke placed both his fists on his waist and snarled. Sadly, the snarl made him look as threatening as an angry kitten more than anything. The blonde sighed and made her way across the small space between Sasuke and the football. She picked the toy up and started to spin the item between her palms. "You've been trying to do it since Spring Break started. That was a week ago. You still can't do it?" Naruto raised one of her eyebrows at the ball. Surely juggling the play thing wasn't that hard.

"Oh yeah? Why don't you juggle it if you're so good, Elle?" Naruto squirmed at the nickname. Ever since Sasuke had found out she was a girl, the little boy would call her 'Elle' every so often to grate on her nerves. Before anyone asks why the little boy chose to call Naruto 'Elle', it was simply because Sasuke took French as a second language. The moment the young Uchiha found out that 'elle' pertained to the female gender; he had been calling Naruto 'Elle' to tease her. Oh, how Naruto hated it!

"Shush! I'll show you!" Naruto tossed the ball into the air and waited.

Okaaaaaay...

Now!

Once the ball was within range, Naruto shot out her knee and hit the ball with tremendous strength. Up, up, and away it went. Sasuke's jaw went slack as he watched his precious ball fly away to God knows where. It would be safe to say that ball was gone for good.

The seven-year-old Uchiha looked towards his friend to see Naruto covering her face in complete humiliation. "So..." He broke the silence, making Naruto grumble.

"So, the football..."

"Don't. Say. Anything. Sasuke." She ordered with a muffled voice.

The silence wagered on, producing such an awkwardness that was near palpable. Naruto kept her face hidden from view while Sasuke simply stared at the girl with incredulity. The whirr of a small breeze whooshing by filled in for the lack of noise from the two; although, if anything, it created the uncomfortable silence even more intolerable.

"Argh! What?!" Finally having enough, Naruto threw her arms up in the air and wailed.

"... I didn't say anything." Sasuke internally snickered. This boy really knew how to rile the other up without even trying.

"Well, you want to say something! Just spit it out!" If Naruto was bird, she would totally have her feathers extremely ruffled right now. For the young Uchiha, it was entertaining to imagine.

"That's some fine juggling you got there, Elle." He sniggered.

"... Shut up, Sasuke." Naruto's left eye twitched in irritation.

"What! You told me to spit it out! So I did." The humour in Sasuke's black irises was evident by the way he smiled at his best friend. Despite how much he taunted the poor girl of being, well, a girl, Naruto acted anything but. She was every bit of the boy she claimed to be a few years back.

The blonde, recognizing that she was at a loss, sighed."So what do we do now?"

"Beats me. You lost my only entertainment." Naruto whined at Sasuke's words.

. . .

This sucked.

Now, they were bored.

And was it just them or were there crickets chirping?

Well.

How incredibly stereotypical.

"Come on." And Sasuke was suddenly leaving. The unexpected order had Naruto jerking in surprise. "So what now?" She quirked her brows in confusion and followed the little boy's trail. Didn't Sasuke just say that she lost his only means of fun?

"You're going to make it up to me." Sasuke explained in that tiny boyish voice of his that had mothers cooing.

"How?" Naruto could only think of one way to make it up to the other; and that was to have Uncle Jiraiya buy Sasuke a new ball.

"I guess you're just gonna have to be my source of entertainment forever." To Sasuke, it was meant to relieve Naruto of the guilt of losing the ball; but to anyone else (to Naruto), the statement would have been viewed differently.

"Forever? You think we'll be friends for that long?" She asked because, to children, the concept of 'Forever' could be achievable.

"Well, we're just going to have to be friends for that long. You owe me." Sasuke looked back to Naruto and smiled. "So you gotta promise me that you'll stay with me forever. I'd be bored if you didn't."

The smile Naruto gave Sasuke was one filled with joy, causing her eyes to sparkle like gems under the sun's light. Sasuke and Naruto, forever. It had a nice ring to it.

"Yeah. I promise."