The Argument
The peaceful evening mundanity of a shared monologue dinner between two complicated friends was suddenly ruined (in Uchiha's monopolistic opinion) by a splash and a loud yelp, which came from the second blond party.
"Dobe", he commented (for the first time since they ordered) in a lightly annoyed baritone, referring to Uzumaki's clumsy act of spilling the still hot broth on his crotch and the following mad dancing performance.
"Look, who's talking now", Naruto grumbled, showing his fiery temper instead of dismissing the whole unfortunate accident with a sheepish grin. Apparently, the subject of a ruined bowl, filled with the expected delicious ramen, was a touchy one. He cared for that portion no less than Sasuke craved for a quiet atmosphere.
"And what do you exactly mean by that?" his brunet companion tensely challenged, having heard the obvious verbal jab and immediately abandoned the hope for the illusion of serenity.
"Nothing, just nothing", Uzumaki replied through his teeth, repressing the rush of his irritation. He was already seventeen years old and should behave like a reasonable adult, if he wanted to be worthy of the dream title.
"Hn, of course… because you're the Dobe ", Sasuke smirked, his voice laced with a rough provocation.
"To hell with diplomacy! That teme deserves it!"
"If I'm a dobe, then what will that make you?" Naruto exclaimed in pure defiance and turned to face his opponent. The accumulated frustration poured easily from his lips "First, you run away from your home-village and friends, because some infamous maniac promises the petty Avenger more power in exchange for his body. And after you magically escape from the viper's grip, you manage to fall into the net of a complete stranger with dubious intentions, believing in the first story he feeds you and deciding to throw away everything for a hollow cause! Tell me, are these smart moves?" Having finished his tirade, Naruto snorted and reverted to looking at his trebling fists.
"You…" Uchiha could not produce the counterargument, so he clenched his jaws and pondered Naruto's words. A minute later he found it, the perfect answer. "Maybe, I was a fool in the past…" Sasuke admitted reluctantly, surprising Naruto and himself all together. The blond tore his attention from the intricate wooden table and prepared to listen to the most awaited and impossible confession.
"I was a fool, indeed. But I wasn't the one who desperately tried to save a fool, like myself, against all odds", Sasuke continued, changing the flow of his speech. "So, you see… in the end, you're a greater fool, than me. Dobe!" he ended triumphantly and stood from his spot, preparing to leave. He was Uchiha, the final word always rested with him.
"Wait, teme! I… you…" Naruto cried in protest, but was too late for the second side vanished from his sight that instant. The blond cursed, but stayed behind: he was obliged to eat his evening ramen and as a future Hokage couldn't disrespect the holy commandment, established by his own will.
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