Fighting With One's Self

Chapter 6 - An Unexpected Surprise

Yume's POV

I hated Deidara so badly. He was such an annoying prick. I mean, is it really necessary to yell 'KATSU!' for the whole building to hear and make a clay spider explode in front of my face? Opening the curtains would wake me up - same results, less than half the effort.

I resorted to cussing and swearing at him each morning, hoping it would make him get depressed and kill himself. To think I actually thought he was cool back in our world.

I spent the entire day executing the Great Fireball technique, trying to get it big enough so that it had the potential to burn a house down in seconds. Itachi-kun was as grumpy as ever. Pein had stopped giving him missions altogether, claiming that he should supervise me, and he took his irritation at the Leader out on me, which is really sad and unfair.

I performed the necessary seals for the millionth time that day and breathed tiredly, "Katon, Gokakyou no Jutsu!"

I blew through the hole my forefinger made and nearly jumped with glee when the fireball nearly filled up the whole room and ended less than three feet from where Itachi-kun sat on the other side of the room, but he didn't even look up from the manga he was reading when the fireball dispersed again.

"You didn't even look, did you?" I asked irritably. He ignored me, like he usually did. "You're a dick, you know that?" He still ignored me, so I took a deep breath and yelled at the top of my voice, "WILL YOU PLEASE TEACH ME THE NEXT TECHNIQUE?!"

"Why should I do that?" he asked calmly, as though we were busy discussing the weather. I groaned in anger.

"If you had lifted your head a few inches you would have seen that I COMPLETED THE BLOODY TECHNIQUE, MEANING IT CAN'T GET ANY BIGGER, MEANING YOU CAN START TEACHING ME THE NEXT ONE, YOU MEAN PRICK!"

"Why should I teach you another technique when you're not even grateful for the first?" he asked.

"Because you're charged with training me, and training means teaching me new stuff," I snapped, "I will drag your ass to the Leader's room and tell him just what a pathetic teacher you are."

I was still nuts about the Uchiha, but he was so mean to me. Telling me I was weak on a daily basis and not even acknowledging the freaking size of the fireball I had just made. What kind of person does that?

I took a deep breath and cleared my sore throat, changing tactic, "Itachi-sama, will you please teach me another fire technique?"

"Why don't I teach you Ameterasu and watch you kill yourself trying it?" he asked simply.

"Because you're an awesome teacher and awesome teachers don't teach their students techniques that will cause them to kill themselves," I said, dangerously keeping my voice sweet and innocent. I was going to kill him one of these days.

"I am not your friend or your teacher-"

"Yeah, yeah, I get it," I snapped, dropping the act when I realised it wasn't working, "You've been repeating the same sentence every day. You're not my friend or my teacher. You're neither impressed nor disappointed with my skills and I should stop trying to get you to like me and instead focus on my training. I get it!"

I saw the ghost of a smirk on his face before he shut the manga and stood up, "Follow me."

"Finally!" I exclaimed, gladly tailing him as we passed through several corridors, which started becoming familiar, and I groaned in anger as we ended up in the kitchen. It couldn't be this late already. I looked out the kitchen window and saw that it was, indeed, minutes before sunset, "Are you freaking kidding me?" I asked as he sat down and helped himself to some salad, pointedly glaring at Zetsu while doing so.