Naruto :The sealed shinobi

Naruto narrowed his eyes, 'Two powerful guys like this want me alive… They won't fight to kill, they can't. But I don't have that kind of restriction here. And all I have to do is wait for ero-sennin to show up. Even if the toad I sent is slow or can't find him, once the fight starts it shouldn't take him too long to get here."

Naruto drew his ninjato and in the blink of an eye was at Kisame's throat, who had brought Samehada down to parry his blade, "You're pretty fast gaki."

Naruto pushed with his sword, "I used to be faster…" He felt Kisame pushing him back and grunted, "…Used to be stronger too…" Kisame brought down his massive weapon on Naruto's shoulder and pulled back, slicing deeply into his shoulder, before kicking the boy off. Naruto picked himself up off the ground, "Ugh… I seriously need to whip my ass back into shape… Fucking seal… This ain't gonna cut it."

Kisame grinned maniacally as he rushed Naruto and swung at him with his sword. Naruto ducked low and swiped at Kisame's feet. In response Kisame uncorked a kick at the ducking Naruto's head. Naruto saw it coming and rolled out of the way, 'Man, I'm glad ero-sennin had the common sense to at least take the stupid gravity seal off of me. I'd be dead meat otherwise.'

Naruto sheathed his sword back into the scabbard on his back, 'Going blade-to-blade with one on the Seven Swordsmen of the Mist? Label me the idiot of the day…'

Itachi walked a few steps up, "You're better than our intel anticipated Naruto-kun. It was said that you were a dead-last genin-level shinobi. You've shown much surprising skill."

Naruto huffed as he ignored the dripping wound spanning his shoulder, "Yeah? Well there's no such thing as perfect intel."

"Indeed," Itachi removed his own hat to look at Naruto, "This battle is unnecessary Naruto-kun. Just come with us, you cannot defeat us both at your current level."

Naruto glared at the rogue Uchiha and the shark-like Kisame, 'They're right… I couldn't beat these two like this… If they were here to kill me. And I don't even have to win, all I have to do is last long enough for some help.'

Naruto smiled as he felt his wound begin to pulse with a familiar sensation. Apparently breaking the seal inspired the Kyuubi to stay awake more often again. Good, now if only he had found the time to set up his old arrangements with the powerful kitsune, then he could just have Kyuubi help him rampage on their asses and be done with it. There was time to think about that later, he had a tall order ahead of him here.

Kisame and Itachi covered each other's weaknesses extremely well. What Kisame lacked in long-range ninjutsu, potent genjutsu, and tactical finesse and patience Itachi more than made up for. Vice-versa for Itachi and his close range skills. Naruto didn't think he could win in close with Itachi anyway, that damnable Sharingan would give away his every move… unless.

Itachi walked ahead and called Kisame back, "Kisame, I would like to test Naruto-kun for a bit. Stay back for a moment."

Naruto would have grinned from ear to ear if it wouldn't have looked so suspicious. Itachi and Kisame both think he's weak. Itachi will probably let the 'genin' in close to humor him, that's where he would get his chance. He needed to abandon all logical reason and just flow. The only way to bypass the Sharingan was to simply move faster than the body could adjust to. As if that would work on someone like Itachi.

However, if Itachi could anticipate his movements then what would happen if even Naruto didn't know what he would do next? It would be a pain to try, fighting his own muscle memory and his own instincts just to attempt a new strategy on the fly… ugh, sounds like something his jumpsuit wearing self would try.

But then again, why the fuck not? Even an idiot can come up with some masterful gems of ideas every once in a while right?

Naruto ran in and ducked looking to jump when in range of Itachi, but as he crouched spontaneous inspiration came to him. Instead of jumping high as he had crouched to do he tumbled forward and rolled through. This random act got him inside of Itachi's guard. Now what?

As he saw Itachi move his arms to react to any action he could take from this point in a split-second Naruto once again listened to the most random thing he could think of.

He tilted his head up and spit directly in Itachi Uchiha's face.

Now at this time if he wasn't:

1. Already in a fight that he knew wasn't going to be pleasant if it dragged out, and that's IF he actually believed he had a snowball's chance in hell of actually winning said fight in the first place.

2. Flying by the seat of his pants too fast to take into account what he was actually doing… After all if he wasn't a bloody mess on the ground yet that had to count for something right?

And 3. Primarily trained to not show any emotion or feeling in combat against any enemy, even if pressed with insurmountable odds (And Itachi Uchiha was damn insurmountable for a handicapped former Ne operative four years out of the game.).

If it weren't for all of that, then he might have had the logical inclination to shit his pants when he saw that loogie make contact right on Itachi's left brow. And it worked too, because from the look on Itachi's face he damn sure never saw that as a viable option against him in the middle of a fight.

Itachi froze in place, giving his diminutive adversary the opportunity to launch a vicious jumping snap kick to the side of his head, sending him flying back to his partner.

The combination of seeing a 12 year-old kid spit into Itachi fuckin' Uchiha's face, and then seeing said kid dropkick Itachi Uchiha back fifteen yards left Kisame's jaw quite slacked. Kisame pointed dumbly at Itachi as he watched him rise to his feet, "Uh Itachi… You've… got a little something… right there…"

Kisame felt a shiver go down his spine as Itachi sent his Sharingan glare on his as he wiped his dripping brow, "Uh… You got it…"

The adrenaline from Naruto's little improv session wore off as he got distance and waited for Itachi's response. Naruto attempted a little denial therapy, 'Maybe he isn't as pissed as I thought? He's a former Anbu, those guys get bodily fluids on them all the time! A little spit didn't even faze that guy.'

Itachi turning a downright murderous look at him, spinning Sharingan enhanced of course, perished the thought that he was getting out of this alive without missing some important body parts. Being the highly trained professional he had been raised to be in his formulative years Naruto prayed to the skies above for even the slightest diversion. Anything that could tear Itachi's attention away from him for even a moment would be a gift from Kami herself.

"Itachi Uchiha!"

Naruto turned to find Sasuke standing shortly away, eyes affixed on his older brother, "You've told me to live my life with hatred in order to get strong enough to kill you. Well that day has come!"

If he wasn't such a highly trained warrior and if he wasn't in the middle of a serious, high-tension situation Naruto could have broken down and cried in sweet, sweet relief. Those two reasons, COMBINED, were the only reasons he didn't.

Naruto knew there was no 'I' in 'team'. But sorry Sasuke, someone had to take one for the team today.

And on this day, Naruto was more than willing to spell 'team' with an 'I'…

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