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Author's Note: Next chapter, yay. ^^ I'm in a good mood today, and I honestly have no idea why. O.o
Memory
Sasuke knew he had a lot of scars for his age.
There were the thin lines on his arms and legs where Orochimaru's sword had cut him during training, the even thinner lines on the insides of his wrist – the reason he still always wore his arm guards.
The scar on his back where Orochimaru had managed to almost kill him in their last fight, just before Naruto had practically torn the fucker to pieces.
The scar on his left upper thigh where he'd been stabbed with a katana, that time when Sakura had almost been killed.
The scar on his left arm from the burns when he had once been hit by one of the Kyuubi's chakra tails.
The small scar on his shoulder where that arrow had embedded itself into his flesh and Naruto had refused to pull it out until they were home.
And the scarred claw marks on his hips from that time, when... well, just that time.
There were also a lot of other, smaller ones, because Sasuke's skin simply scarred unnaturally easy.
Naruto's, on the opposite, didn't scar. It never had. Not the time when Iwa had gotten their hands on him, not the time when Orochimaru had tried to slice him to pieces, not the time when he'd thrown himself between Kakashi and that explosive tag, not the time when he'd had his throat slit, not the many times when the Kyuubi had burned him from the inside.
No matter what he went through, Naruto's skin always stayed perfectly unmarred.
Except, of course, that patch of skin above his heart.