The Life of a Young Shinobi
I jump into the bushes quickly and use my hands to make an opening in order to see.
I see my father and Naruto standing on opposite sides, Naruto's eyes opened in shock.
He shakes it off and answers, "It has been, hasn't it?" His voice starts off with humor, his tone soon turning serious, "What are you doing here, Sasuke?"
My father stares at him. "I thought that would be quite obvious to you."
Naruto grabs a kunai, his hand shaking. "I don't want to hurt you, Sasuke."
Tousan smirks. "Like you could," he pauses, as if for effect, and his smirk widens, "Idiot."
"You don't need to do this, Sasuke," Naruto says, and I can tell he doesn't wish to battle with my father, but if he must, he would do it.
Tousan frowns. "You don't know what I need to do. You don't know me, as you may believe." As he says this, my father gets into a fighting position.
At this, I begin to worry, my palms sweating.
Naruto does not hesitate to get into his own stance.
I knew this was wrong. If they were as good of friends as Naruto said they were, they wouldn't fight one another.
Something tells me these two do things they must, no matter what their feelings on the matter are.
Tousan wishes to protect his family the only way he knows how.
Naruto has a duty as Hokage to protect Konoha, putting his safety and emotions aside.
My hands fall from the bush as I run them through my hair, a nervous reflex I had developed over the years.
I wanted to help, but how could I? I was vaguely aware of the situation at hand.
I hear hoarse shouts and fists colliding. Hugging my knees, I cover my ears as if I was a frightened child. Though I had no close friends of my own, I could somehow comprehend the situation. I remember from back in my days at the Academy that all ninjas are tools that they are to put their missions first and their emotions are supposed to take a backseat. I myself found it a pretty stupid rule. One of the many reasons I'm glad to not be in the Academy anymore.
I lift my head. What was I doing, cowering behind a bush? I am a Chuunin. Not only that, I'm the son of Uchiha Sasuke.
"So, we're going to play that game again are we? Chidori!"
I hear the cackling of chakra, none like I have ever heard before.
This is the moment in which I decide my course of action.
Now, it may not have been the brightest idea I had had in the nine years of my life, but I had never really thought things through before acting. I must get it from my mother.
"Tousan! Naruto-san!" I shout as I reveal myself.
Both adults are standing, chakra in their hands. They jerk their heads at the sound of my voice.
My father's eyes widen, as expected. I am not even supposed to know this place exists. He seems to mouth a word I'm not supposed to hear at my age at the sight of me. He hesitates before relinquishing his attack, as Naruto had already done.
"Seiko," Naruto is the first to speak.
My father turns his head to the blonde, inquiring the fact it shocked him that Naruto knew who I was.
I gulp, not sure what to say. Yes, I suppose I should have thought my plan through. My mother always said to follow my heart, so I guess now would be a good time to act upon that advice.
"You two shouldn't be fighting." Lame, I know. But I couldn't think of anything else, I wasn't a person that had a knack at using the right words.
"I mean, what will it prove, what will it help? Fighting causes problems, don't you want to fix them instead?" Okay, it's official, I need to work on my conversation skills.
My father stands straight and looks at me sternly. "Seiko, you have no business being here," he seems to wish to maintain his 'cool'.
"Aren't you even going to ask me how I got here?" I question.
"I do not need the details," Tousan replies to me.
"You know…Kaasan and Sakuke are here as well," if he knew their lives were in danger, maybe, just maybe he would stop this nonsense. "Kaasan wouldn't like you fighting Naruto-san, now would she?"
Before Tousan can answer, a nin runs through the bushes. "Sasuke-sama, we require your assistance," he states, bowing slightly.
Tousan takes a glance at Naruto and myself, before nodding at the nin. "Alright." He walks toward the nin. The two jump off into the trees and all I can do is stare as they go. "Tousan."
Naruto places a hand on my shoulder. "Don't worry about it too much. Just the fact that he didn't slaughter me on the spot is a good sign." He pats me shoulder. "Listen, I need to get going. Promise me you'll find a hiding spot until this all boils over."
I look at him and nod.
He himself departs, not able to see me crossing me fingers behind my back. There was no way I was going to miss out on this. This was the battle of the century, and I was going to partake in it any way I could.
There's nothing I can do to make up for leaving my readers in the dust for these last months. School sprang up on me, and a case of writer's block is still heavy on my shoulders. This is all I could squeeze out of me, so I am sorry for the lack of it and the poor quality. The only reason I was able to make this was because recently I was pmed and told that I should get working on this. It inspired me to write, knowing someone was still waiting for me. So in honor of her I dedicate this chapter to kattylin. For liking this story so much she emailed me to tell me to update it. Thanks for the inspiration. I cannot make any promises on when the next chapter will be up, or when I will update my other stories. As mentioned, I have one of the worst cases of writer's block and no inspiration has hit me yet. Happy holidays everyone.