Dakü Ai Ninja

Chapter Three: Disconnected Paths

Ha! The loud clank of what now was silver swords slammed hard against each other. "Saizo is that it?! Hahahaha!" Sasuke clearly beaten up, taking horse breaths mocked me, he wiped the blood off his chin with a sly smile, his arm hanging down with the sword from his slouched composure. This fool is clearly losing... I smiled to hide my aggravation, I wasn't looking well myself but better than this dumbass, showing some teeth I shut my eyes.

"You seem over worked Sasuke, I'll spare you this one.."  This stupid dunce and I were the first of the rest of the class to spar with actual weaponry, it was about damn time. We were the best of our class, I worked hard training pushing myself toward a goal I knew not. The class surrounded us as they watched our rather immature battle, I surely had to cut idiot some slack with his father watching us. The others laughed at my comment, I let go of my blade it hitting the ground the weight made a loud sound on the hardened dirt floor.

"Eh!? Saizo-kun you asshole, pick up your sword!!" Sasuke clearly embarrassed held his blade up with his shaking arm. I sighed and turned my head to Master Suratobi, his hand covering his wide grin laughing so hardily. I smiled wryly. He asks for this abuse does he not..?

"Or...what exactly?" I asked innocently. Sasuke clearly had enough of the mental abuse and charged at me, "HNNNHG! HA!" I slid under his arm sliding to the ground to retrieve the long annoyingly heavy blade, "Huh?!" Before he could even understand what I had done I tripped him, landing Sasuke square on his ass and held my blade up to his chin.

Clapping, laughter, and awe filled the atmosphere. "Very well done, Saizo!" Master Suratobi placed his large hand on my shoulder squeezing it tightly, Sasuke pushed the blade rather angrily out of his face and scowled at me. I smiled once more out of spite.

"Oh come on now Sasuke get up and wipe that childish look off your face," His sarcasm was clear, but Sasuke didn't care for it tears forming in the fifteen year old's green eyes and got up, now running away and into the forest. I gave the master a look and handed him my sword. Then looked up at him sighing annoyed aware of his up coming question, "Will you go fetch him Saizo," it wasn't a question but more of a demand. "You keep pushing us to get along, it will not happen." I sneered walking away from the father of the boy; who clearly had no restraint with his immature feelings.

"It's been 7 years," he said in a calm tone, "Do not think I am forcing you boys to get along, Saizo. But you cannot lie to me and tell me that you do not care for him in the slightest." I turned my head eyeing the foolish man, even though much larger and serious you could not mistake that he was the father of the emotional boy. "He sees you as his brother, this rivalry between you boys.. It's more to him." The man smiled putting the sword in its sheth, walking toward me.

I said nothing but looked into the trees where idiot fled off into. "And I, I see you as a son. Whatever you're holding to yourself you can tell us, maybe it's time to open your heart my son." His rather big hand ruffling my bangs, something i secretly always looked forward to. I then looked up at the large ginger man surprised, his long orange hair fell down his back in a loose updo; lighter his hair was... from the day I met him, as if slowly turning white. My face loosened and my heart for a moment skipped, I was not going to admit that this out of order family, this happy-go-lucky city had grown on me these past few years. To show my emotion to these people to break the  strict views of mine, were to mean...a repeat of history, and how tedious would that be? I refused to allow such grief to fall on this man's face.

"Whatever." I said coldly flying up onto a branch, running in the direction Sasuke had went off in.

I heard a faint chuckle off behind me, "My legacies!"

For a moment the side of my lip, perked.

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