Have I ever told you people that I love you?
Seriously, y'all are way too kind! I'm not that good of a writer, but you all toss reviews at the feet of this lowly writer...You all deserve to be praised forever in the epics of ages...
And contrary to popular belief, yes, I'm still alive...just tired.
Soundtrack:
On Top by The Killers
Battle of One by Thirty Seconds to Mars
Night Drive by All-American Rejects
Disclaimer: You people think what you want, I'm still not owning Naruto any time soon...
Kakashi swore lightly under his breath. Sakura looked at him, fear in her eyes.
"Kakashi-sensei! What's Sasuke doing?"
Kakashi prepared to answer, but got cut-off by a certain overreacting blonde ninja. And we ain't talking about Ino, either...
"KAKASHI-SENSEI! Stop the match!"
"Naruto," said Kakashi tersely, "Shut up. There's a good reason why we were late, everyone. You all wondered why I trained Sasuke personally, right?"
Everyone nodded. Kakashi continued.
"The reason is because..."
The sound of chirping birds began to fill the air.
"He's a lot like me."
Shukaku, you bastard! What the hell is that thing in Uchiha's hand?!
"What the...?"
Temari and Kankuro stared, stupified, as Sasuke's fist crackled and chirped with chakra that moved like lightning.
"He's gonna rampage, Kankuro! He'll kill us where we stand, damn it!"
Kankuro looked at his sister. "Hey...if he's actually injured...we should probably go and hide..."
Temari glared at him like he was the crazy one in the family. "Tell me, have you lost it?! Are you seriously as stupid as you look?! If Gaara doesn't kill us for abandoning the plan, Baki will kill us for starting it early!"
Sasuke swept his fist behind him, preparing to run. The chakra flared, cutting a huge trench in the walls of the stadium.
"Don't tell me you taught him that jutsu..."
Kakashi looked at Gai, who stared at him in disgust.
"Don't worry, Sasuke can handle it."
"It's extremely dangerous! Kakashi, I knew that you were reckless, but this..."
Kakashi snorted. "Oh please...like you can lecture me on reckless..." Kakashi Looked over too Lee, who watched him questioningly.
"Right, Lee?"
Sasuke ran, the chirping of his Chidori growing and engulfing his hand. In one swift thrust, he slammed his hand into the sand sphere.
It was then that something warm and wet gushed onto his hand.
What the...?
Gaara's train of thought crashed right then and there. He felt pain...searing, white-hot pain...
What is this...wetness? Shukaku! What's happened?!
He then smelled it...oh god, he'd recognise that smell from anywhere...
"BLOOD! BLOOD! I'M BLEEDING!"
Temari and Kankuro lost it.
"Oh no...it isn't possible! No one could ever injure Gaara! It isn't possible!"
"I know, but..."
The remaining Sand Sibs heard a hissing sound, and turned to see Gaara had already left the sand sphere. A bloody hole was dripping crimson liquid onto Gaara's hand, which clenched his shoulder. His eyes were wide, the pupils dialated until they were mere pinpricks.
"He HAS been injured! Kankuro, we need to..."
A huge explosion suddenly rocked the stadium, and a huge smoking hole was all that was left of where their father and the Hokage had been sitting.
"Ah crap..." said Kankuro.
"Shit..." said Temari.
"Commence operation!"
And so once again we see the accursed cliffy!
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