[It's not the first time either of them has invaded that personal barrier of space, line crossed on the hot, hungry premise of battle, but it is one of the few encounters he's had with Naruto like this in a while. The promise of bloodlust is vivid; he can feel Naruto's chakra on his skin at that proximity, almost like a sunburn, claw catching the white collar of his shirt. Sasuke doesn't balk, or move back. He meets the aggression with calm composure — and beneath, despite the awareness that this is dangerously detrimental to his friend, there is a keen, bladed edge of excitement tucked deep within his own soul. An eagerness only Naruto knows how to inspire in him. Yanked like a thread in his mind, conditioned to respond.
Would it hurt, after all, to engage in a fight? The worst that could happen is that Naruto would win. And maybe he wants to know, too, his own limits in this place. Wants to feel his fists make impact on Naruto's body, wants to feel his heart beating in his throat, the rush of blood that goes straight to his head—
Then Naruto speaks about his time in confinement, and he remembers that this isn't his friend as he should be. If they do battle each other again, it should be with clear heads.
He has no chance to respond. The blond races away from him, and he's quick at his heels as instinctively as a wolf after a rabbit, superior speed dogged only by a lack of exercise, muscles straining after months of neglect.] —Naruto! [A hand is out, trying to snatch the back of that orange jacket, straining...
Then his friend vanishes over the stone ledge. Sasuke leaps onto it, looking down.] Hey! What are you thinking? I told you to send your clone, not go down there yourself.
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Would it hurt, after all, to engage in a fight? The worst that could happen is that Naruto would win. And maybe he wants to know, too, his own limits in this place. Wants to feel his fists make impact on Naruto's body, wants to feel his heart beating in his throat, the rush of blood that goes straight to his head—
Then Naruto speaks about his time in confinement, and he remembers that this isn't his friend as he should be. If they do battle each other again, it should be with clear heads.
He has no chance to respond. The blond races away from him, and he's quick at his heels as instinctively as a wolf after a rabbit, superior speed dogged only by a lack of exercise, muscles straining after months of neglect.] —Naruto! [A hand is out, trying to snatch the back of that orange jacket, straining...
Then his friend vanishes over the stone ledge. Sasuke leaps onto it, looking down.] Hey! What are you thinking? I told you to send your clone, not go down there yourself.