"Wait for what? You to give up?" Sasuke taunted, grinning as he went ahead and tried attacking this time. He knew Naruto wasn't a match for him, so why was he so excited for this? There was nothing to gain from doing this and yet he couldn't wait for the sparring, wanting nothing more than to make this session last. Managing to trick the blond and trip him up, things went a bit south, literally, when Naruto fell forward and into the young Uchiha. Letting out a soft "oomph" as he was hit, Sasuke fell back onto the ground beside Naruto, wondering how in the world he'd messed that up so badly.

Trying to get back to his feet Sasuke found his shirt being pulled back, glancing over and spotting Naruto holding onto him. "Tch, let go of me dobe! That's fighting dirty!" he shouted, placing a hand on Naruto's face and pushing to try and make him let go. He did finally manage to escape, albeit in doing so his shirt was torn, leaving it lopsided and rather silly looking after the fact. Getting back to his feet he scowled seeing his clothes ruined, just a little bit annoyed one of his favorite shirts was now torn in two. 

"So is that what I was waiting for, a torn shirt?" Sasuke asked, frowning as he began dusting himself off in annoyance, "My clothes are so scared of you, dobe. I bet none of them are ever going to want to fight you again." Rushing back in for another go he reached out and grabbed Naruto's shirt in turn, pulling him close and trying to hit him in the stomach with his own knee. "That's for hitting me!" the Uchiha snapped, then trying to grab Naruto's arm and flip him over, provided the knee to the gut even worked.