Disclaimer: I do not own NARUTO....which royaly sux of i do say so myself.
Chapter 4: Never underestimate a girl
it takes a girl, to understand, just how to win, she knows, she can, i think its clear..who wears the pants. the boy could stand a chance---
Sasuke's form was seen walking on a thin log stretched across a small stream near the Uchiha main house. His balance was accurate and stable, an action any nin no matter what level, should know. His black shirt with the Uchiha symbol stitched into the left sleeve of the t-shirt blended in with the dark black drop the night made. Like any Uchiha, Sasuke felt the comfort of being consealed in the shadows. Maybe it was a disease. An illness only the uchiha can catch. That would be rather bland.
Itachi noticed how his small brother was just above the middle of the stream. The twig like log was bending rather unnoticed under on the slight pressure. Itachi sent a small surge of flame to the place before Sasuke's right foot. The heat from the flickering flame made the branch creak and then snap. Before Sasuke had time to react he was falling down into a good three feet of water. With a choked curse, Sasuke's sharingan colored eyes shot around the clearing, landing on the relaxed figure leaning on a tree's trunk.
"Itachi..." He growled and sat up, twisting his shirt between his hands, water dripped down his legs while he walked towards his aniki, until just meters away from Itachi and flicked water at his face. "What the fuck?!?" He seethed, and looked into Itachi's matching set of red eyes. They glared amused at the scene.
and it begins...Itachi smirked and blocked Sasuke's incoming chakra infused fist to his gut.
"Sakura I need your help." With those words, Hinata could see the wheels turning under that bubble gum pink mass of hair. After landing in a raspberry bush [which was not planned] Hinata found her way back to the party, and hunted down the pinkette and dragged her off into a corner to ask her that question.
Maybe this wasnt such an idea,Hinata was slowly reconsidering the decision to ask Sakura for help. The way her friends eyes narrowed and a look Hinata could not describe glossed over the green orbs that always had the 'im-just-as-innocent-as-my-name-states' kind of look to them, made Hinata take an automatic step backwards. A smirk Hinata could only label as pure 'evil' crossed over the Sakura's face, only to be replaced by a sickly sweet smile.
"Name your victi- I mean person that you need 'help' with. I mean, it must be pretty serious if you're asking my help." Sakura said, and tapped a manicured pink nail on the oak table next to her.
"Well, I can't really tell you the name of the person, but I do need your help on getting a few things."
"I gave you the new look. The new confidence. You owe me this one little favour. Whats the persons name Hinata?" The pinkette questioned- more like demanded to know.
Black mailing bitch. Itachi can force knowledge out of people. Of course I can't tell her.
"And I know think you know how much I appreciate this Sakura. I really, really owe you. But can't you find it in you to do me this last thing. for me?" It's not like Sakura really had a chocie while looking into Hinata's moon colored eyes. They had a hypnotic affect, making her nod her head.
"Thanks Sakura. so, since you work at the hospital could you get me a small vile half filled with morphine, some extra strong needles and thread? oh and a razor. an electric razor please." Hinata beamed an innocent grin, and hugged the pink medic nin, tightly before going to the room where all her guests were waiting.
Itachi dodged another punch to the chest, and stopped a round kick to his knees in one easy movment. "I thought you were improving otouto. You will never change." The elder Uchiha spoke in an arrogant tone, and pushed off the ground swiftly to land atop of a nearby tree. Itachi pulled out four identical shuriken stars and threw them at Sasuke's charging figure. He dodged the first two by twisting in an elegant full cricle, while the third and forth cut through the cold night air, catching both of the sleeves of Sasuke's t-shirt, effetlively pinning him to the trunk of a tree across from Itachi's eagle like perch.
In another second Itachi was infront of him. Highly aware of his brothers anger, Itachi smirked once again, and stroked the underskin of Sasukes chin with he tip of a kunai.
"You are holding back. A Uchiha never holds back Sasuke." A trickle of blood slid down the kunais blade to land in a small puddle of red liquid at the base of Itachi's wrist, disappearing under his shirt. Sasuke stubbornly stopped any show of pain from appearing on his face, and shoved his body away from the trunk, ripping his shirt to shreds. the black fabric fell lightly to the ground at his feet.
"That's more like it otouto."
A ruged kunai appeared clenched between his teeth and five medical needles Sakura gave to him on his last visit to the hospital, clenched between his fingers in a loose death grip. With a low grunt, the younge Uchiha charged.
she makes it look easy. in control completely. she'll get the best of you every single time....
Good? bad? im sorry about the short chapters. ive just had such little ideas and how this will turn out. plus ive been busy. oh the dramas of being me. lolz :D jkjk
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