Kakashi-sensei taught me something during our very first lesson together. People who don’t take care of their friends are worse than scum! I don’t want to become the ultimate scumbag.
"S-Sasuke-san…—" Of course she was suddenly caught off guard by seeing him, but the way he spoke seemed a bit strange.
"… It’s just you." Sasuke shrugged, relaxing his body as a sigh escaped his lips.
Menma noticed the apprehension in Sasuke’s physical reaction - he was preparing to fight, already? The Namikaze was only just getting started, but if pretension was needed, he would not hesitate to offer it. An extremity reached forward, calloused dactyl immediately restricting a taut hold around the Uchiha’s larynx. Not tight enough to choke, nor enough to close off his airways, but certainly with a palpable amount of pressure.
"I don’t need to touch your eyes in order to squeeze them out of their sockets - here, let me aid you in removing useless organs." Digits bore a tighter bond around his throat, keeping his priority recluse and imminent.
Sasuke bit his bottom lip, but, damn, he wouldn’t pull back right now. He knew it was dangerous- he could feel how strong the other was, and that right now he shouldn’t be picking fights. But at the same time it was just so good. Oh, call him a masochist, but the pressure around his neck only made him smirk and his blood boil. Yes, he liked it. Not because it hurt, but because the pain only made him even more anxious to fight.
"Do as you want." The Uchiha shrugged his shoulders, not even moving to protect himself. It was easy to ‘see’ that Menma wanted to kill someone, but the boy wasn’t stupid and he was almost as arrogant as the Uchiha. He wouldn’t try to kill Sasuke while he wasn’t moving. And, for now, he was good with only teasing.
♦ The mun has work in the morning so now I shall go. Will be back tomorrow, though. Good night!
Now he was really aiming for a fight - that simple comment was enough to rile Menma to his core. An already grunge mood soon piqued complete rage. Dactyl rolled into taut fists, nails sticking through the thick fabric of his arm protector’s and nearly eliciting blood to surface from his calloused palms. Soon coming to unclench, vermillion stained his gloves with little to no care.
"Nevermind, I take back what I said. I’m going to shove my fingers into those useless eye sockets of yours and twirl them around inside of your damn brain until it’s nothing but mush in my hands."
"It’s so easy to make you angry that it’s not even funny anymore." Sasuke shook his head, but his body language changed. If before he was relaxed, now he was taking a defensive posture. Not that he was afraid, but he could sense that Menma was getting ready for a fight, and even though he wasn’t here for that, Sasuke would never run from a fight. It would be good to train a little, after all.
"You say that but I’m sure you can’t even touch my eyes." The Uchiha smirked, taking a step back and closing his hands in fists. He had to pay attention to any movement at any time.
”It really has. How have you been lately?”
"Pretty good, actually… What about you?"
Either way, his statement was not necessary, and only elicited anger within Menma. A hoarse scoff left parted folds, the palm of his hand reaching forward and pushing pressure unto the opposite’s chest. Force embedded his blow, features twisting with inevitable irritation that Sasuke could not see. “Heh.. Still pretty apprehensive about fighting a blind bitch, anyway.”
Sasuke frowned at the amount of strenght he had to use to keep in the same place. Sure he knew that he was playing with fire and that, at any moment, Menma could start afight- and things wouldn’t be easy for him. But at the same time, his pride wouldn’t let him take back his words so he just shrugged. “Are you afraid that this blind bitch will kick your ass?”
Yawn. “Anybody awake?”
"It has been a long time…"