”And what business  does an Akatsuki member have with a mediocre shinobi’s corpse?”

“Mediocre as they might be, they have certain unique abilities I can see myself making use of.”

“...Please say that  you’re not implying what it sounds like you’re implying.”

"Aren’t you embarrassed to be carrying that thing around?"

For a brief moment, Sasori considered dropping the corpse he had slung over one shoulder, but the puppeteer decided against it. He had already been caught, after all; no use in getting rid of what he had gone through the trouble of getting. “… Not really.”

   "And what business  does an Akatsuki member have with a mediocre shinobi's corpse?"

"I know who you are."

“Now should I be concerned?”

Byakugan activated.      "You should be,  Akatsuki scum.         I will end you here."

"You have an elated sense of self worth, don’t you?”

"Well... no..."

white eyes narrowing at the puppeteer.   “You can’t deceive    my eyes. Don’t do it again.”

"Child, if I had laid a hand on you then I wouldn’t have lied about it."

It was pointless to argue, he supposed.      "Then...    just don't do it...           in the future.  Just in case you suddenly feel the need."

She scoffed, because she hated clan meetings and often skipped them herself. Noticing his passive look she had rolled her eyes but only when her back was turned.    “Well it’s not empty. Those two might’ve      left but i’m intending to train more..” She glanced over her shoulder.    ”That’s okay,right?”

She was certainly far beyond being nocive when she felt it. When they were children, it wouldn't have been a question, but it seems that everyone he had known back then had improved far beyond their destiny.              Of course. Destiny was for fools                             too ignorant to try. "You wish to spar, Yamanaka?"

Namely teammates  in spandex. "I don’t expect you to understand. The only childish being in your life has been yourself, after all. Now you should probably clear a path and get going, before I disrupt every cell in your body simultaniously.”

 More-so when they can run at high speeds. Word to Konoha would be immediate. 

The Hyuuga neglected to dignify his second  comment with an answer. His first mention made him irate. Naruto was hardly an easy opponent, especially at a time when you are young and severely underestimate him. "Though he is the embodiment of the aptitude to act like a child, you know as well as I do that he doesn't go down easy. Naruto has grown to surpass many powerful shinobi inside of the village, including me, through sheer willpower alone.  It isn't your place to speak of him so carelessly. His will has been fuelled by your childishness, and in turn, he has grown to be respectable."

"You have an elated sense of self worth, don’t you?”

                    “And where did you get that idea from?”

Tsunade-Sama's influence wasn't helping refer the pinkette to a healthy balance. "I think it may be more than an idea, Haruno-san."

"I know who you are."

"And judging by your likeness to your father, I’d say I know who you are as well, Hyuuga-kun."

"I would appreciate this encounter more  if you refrained from speaking about my father,  Yondaime-sama."      

Neji’s pale eyes dimmed in concentration & his voice promptly turned into whisper. “It also… intimidates some of the Villagers here.”

How did he get stuck babysitting? "How long are you here, again?"

"Don’t touch me again."

             « But your wounds are serious! »

"I told you not to touch me. Now stay back, Yamanaka! Treat your own wounds, I'm fine."

"Don’t touch me again."

"Respond wisely, or I’ll do more than simply put my hands on you." He couldn’t fathom what a Hyuga could possibly want in these outskirts, it was known solely for refugees. 

Namely teammates  in spandex. "I don't expect you to understand. The only childish being in your life has been yourself, after all. Now you should probably clear a path and get going, before I disrupt every cell in your body simultaniously."

"Don’t touch me again."

"I never touched you."

  “You can’t deceive    my eyes. Don’t do it again.”

"Aren’t you embarrassed to be carrying that thing around?"

Neji’s pale eyes dimmed in concentration & his voice promptly turned into whisper. “It also… intimidates some of the Villagers here.”