The sound of light scraping was the only thing that made noise, besides fans within the computer, in the silent dorm room. Sasuke shifted slightly as he tried to get his body comfortable in the seat that he sat on for roughly three hours now. He re-positioned his glasses to help his eyes focus on the picture he has been working. The picture was well on it's way to being complete; a few details here and there, then some cleaning up should do the trick.

Unfortunately for him, his body wanted to focus on the more important things, the fact he was getting tense was one. Sasuke let out a silent sigh as he took off his glasses and leaned back. This would have to be enough for the night. He got up for a few minutes to stretch his stiff body. He was no dedicated artist; being in one spot for a long time to draw would wear him out for quite awhile.

Turning back to look at the screen, gently smiling at his soon-to-be masterpiece, he walked back to the desktop and saved the work. The picture before him was a young woman, roughly his age, smiling back at it's own creator with her eyes resembling that of pale opals. She was in an elegant slim dress and held a small bundle of flowers close to her. The picture would seem a bit plain to some, but to Sasuke, she was perfection.

He did not truly know when drawing this young woman became a huge drive in his life. He never met or glanced at anyone that resembled her throughout his nineteen years of living. He honestly wasn't into art that much either at the time. His mother would often teach him how to traditionally draw and paint along with his older brother Itachi. Mikoto Uchiha was the epitome of a "perfect housewife", but nothing gave her more joy than art. She would usually, but in reality demand, to teach them how to draw. His father couldn't draw worth saving his life and would often throw his children as a scapegoat to their mother's whims.

Unlike Itachi, who just went along with his mother and drew, Sasuke was more rebellious about the situation. He remembered how he would whine to his mom that he didn't know how to draw, not that creative, or couldn't find his "inner fire" like his mother could. Mikoto would smile gently and say to him:

"Everyone CAN draw, Sasuke. You may not be good now, but you will overtime. Practice makes perfect you know."

Then, Mikoto would go into a little world of her own as she began her endless rant about art. His younger self would pout and retort back that wasn't what he meant, but his mother would drown him out. After sometime, she finally understood what he really wanted. Her real answer would confuse him then, but would hit the current him now like heavy bricks.

"It may not be now, but you will find something that will catch your attention completely. Whatever it is, it will influence you and give you a heavy desire to capture it's beauty. May it be from real life or from some magical force, is up to fate, but you will find it. Art isn't always about variety, but the quality of what you grew passionate to drawing to. If you notice, I only draw a few things, but you don't see me drawing every single nook and cranny of what I see. Once the fire starts, you might never stop."

He chuckled a bit at the memory that was now burned into his mind. The quote didn't resurface until his obsession that his mother mentioned finally came to be.

Sasuke was only thirteen at the time, he was in his last hour of class, art. The class was a bit of a blur to him now, but he remembered it being extremely boring as he already learned most of the basics from his mother. His teacher decided to do an assignment which involved drawing a picture of whatever they wanted. Of course, he laughed at the memory of his teacher barking at the mischievous students that wanted to draw explicit things. The younger him sat there, staring at the blank sheet of paper and the mechincal pencil. He would knit his eyebrows in frustration for a moment, but would relax as he took the pencil and doodled. When he finished, he didn't glance twice at what he drew and handed it to the teacher. When he looked at his teacher's astonished face he actually took the time to look at his creation and blinked a couple of times.

The picture before him then, was the same woman presently. However, she resembles what a young thirteen year-old young girl would be expected. Her hair was shorter, and she had more of a baby face that wasn't present in his pictures now. Her expression was a curious face that was looking at whoever gazed upon the picture. One thing that didn't change though were her big white orbs.

Also the fact, for being young, the picture was more advanced than most in the class could do. This maybe the reason the cat caught the teacher's tongue. If this person was indeed real, they would definitely look like this.

Sasuke walked over to his bed and laid down. The pride in his previous art teacher's face was immense and he insisted that Sasuke should sign up for the Talented Art Program. He refused though and would ponder how his thoughts focused and it became that of a young girl. After some time he gave up, as he found himself being pulled by her beauty. His mother's quote came true and started to draw the girl that he grew fond of.

As Sasuke grew, so did the girl. Her hair grew with each passing picture, face looking sharper, her body maturing. She became a secret that he shut out from the world, the one thing he can say was his alone. No one, not even his mother, knew about the dark hair beauty that he fell in love with.

They would look at him like he was insane, otherwise.

There was no real outside problem as to why this came to be. Most girls to women he had met and seen were never appealing to his taste, especially the admirers he came across with. None caught his eye, or rather, that stood out for him. He was a healthy young man that had a good life ahead of him. His best friend Naruto, would joke with him that his bestest buddy might be gay and he was ok with that. This just left Naruto with a bruise on his head for even thinking that.

Sasuke was in second year of college now, and was expected to graduate in business and marketing to help his father's business. Itachi was the heir, but it wouldn't hurt to have the two of them work together for the family business to expand. Even though he studied in something more or less "boring", he took minor classes for art studios. Around his senior year of high school, he actually bought a Wacom Tablet so he can finally do digital art. He wanted to expand his skills, so the various techniques can make her more valuable than any of those women in the outside world. The art classes gives him something to roam around more freely rather than having the expectancy to sit there and consider what could or couldn't effect in marketing. He didn't fight back what was thrown at him, as long as he drew HER, his life was alright as it is.

He yawned and stretched one last time before closing his eyes. Sasuke laid on his side and positioned the pillow. Letting out one final sigh, he fell asleep. Dreaming of being in the arms of the woman he knew wasn't real.

The next morning came quick than he could blink and he heard his doring being banged on with a loud voice ringing through his ears.

"Oi, Oi, teme! C'mon, wake up! For the one time I wake up on time you're the one sleeping in now!" Naruto's loud voice got him to get up and quickly gather his things. He looked over a picture he drew and was now a small frame that was hidden behind his desktop, he smiled warmly.

The banging continued, he tried to open the door gently to give Naruto the signal that he was about to come out.

Apparently even that couldn't reach his brain. The blonde hit the door this time with more force, which resulted in Sasuke getting his face smacked by the door. Naruto froze and watched as Sasuke got back up and glared at him. Sasuke could only give him a sigh and walked out of his room. Him and Naruto shared the same dorm, both having a private room and a kitchen as well as living room. Naruto broke out of his frozen moment and caught up with Sasuke as they headed to the college.

"Eh, teme, You never sleep in late." Sasuke snorted and retorted back.

"At least some people take the time to do their work rather than play video games all night" The blonde's face turned red and he just made a face as he looked away. Sasuke smirked as they continued forward to the college. When they were only a few feet away, a woman with short pink hair waved at them excitedly.

"Oh! Sakura-chan! Ohayo!" Naruto blurted out and waved his arm frantically back. He ran to the pinkette. Sasuke watched his once pouty friend turn into a puppy looking for love.

Oh wait, he is one. Well, more of a fox because of the whiskers.

"Sakura-chan you look cu-" Sakura ignored his rain of compliments and looked at the raven-haired man that finally caught up with him. She blushed and her posture changed more into a shy girl, her eyes looked away before she looked at him with hopeful eyes.

"Hey Sasuke-kun. How do I look today?" Her voice was dripping with hope and a painful hint that she wanted his compliment. Sasuke looked at her up and down. She wore the standard college attire, which consisted of the blouse and plaid skirt. She also had a light brown, slightly heavy, cardigan for the introduction of fall and knee high socks with her brown loafers. He didn't really see what made today so special that it made her look any different.

"You look fine." His face and tone of voice indifferent. She flinched at his blunt tone, but smiled weakly as she turned away to go into the gate. Naruto nudged him slightly, but didn't yell at him for his "heartless" tone to the pinkette.

Out of anyone in their friend's circle, Naruto knew Sasuke the best. They grew up since they were babies, hell even their mother's were best friends. He knew that his best friend wasn't one to express himself or really see what women were trying to do to him. The blonde knew that his crush was trying to catch Sasuke's attention. He raised his fist mentally in trimuph when Sasuke just shot her down. Even though he had a huge butt crush on Sakura, he respected Sasuke very much, but also curious as to why his friend never showed interest in women. Maybe he was pansexual or even just straight out gay.

Well he learned the latter the hard way. He pat the spot where Sasuke originally left his bruise. He shudder at the reminder of the pain it left him.

The blonde took awhile to grasp why his friend just didn't seem interested in other people in general. Some said the reason was Sasuke was just a guy that rather want girls always after him, he thought others were weak, etc. Naruto knew better than that, there was a deeper reason to it. He maybe an idiot, but he wasn't stupid. When Sasuke was out with his family for the holidays, Naruto was left alone in the dorm. His temptation hit off and he looked in his best friend's room for anything. After an hour of searching, he didn't see anything different until he saw the picture frame almost hidden from view. When he looked at it, his heart stopped for a moment.

What stared back at him was beautiful woman and he felt his chest tighten for a moment. He looked around and saw the tablet his friend bought so long ago, as well as some papers under them. Naruto lifted the Wacom Tablet gently, or he face the wrath of the Uchiha later, and looked at the papers. Variety of sketches of the same girl, all with great detail and care. Naruto realized that his friend was entinced by these pictures, but what really caught more confusion was.

Who was this woman?

He never mentioned any woman he showed interest to in his life. Naruto hanged around him enough to know that much, there was no one that looked like her. He continued to think of ideas as to maybe he did know the woman, but it came out to a blank slate. The blonde continued to look at the pictures and began to laugh bitterly to himself. His best friend fell in love with someone that wasn't real. The Sasuke Uchiha, the coldest man in college that never looked at any girl, fell in love with a picture. Naruto placed everything back in place and headed out of Sasukes's room.

Naruto since then, hasn't told Sasuke he knew. He knew that his best friend fell in love with something he can't have. He smiled a bit, he didn't think anything bad of it. The way Sasuke drew the pictures, with so much love and affection to each one, the side every woman wished he would treat them with.

"Hey, what are you smiling about?" Naruto was popped out of his thoughts and turned his head towards Sasuke. Sasuke raised his eyebrow at him and the blonde grinned at him.

"It's nothing, just happy to get up early today." Sasuke snorted at him. Sakura looked back at them and giggled as she turned back to walk to the building.

"Oh." Was his only reply.

When they got inside the building, Naruto bid his farewells to both his friend's and headed to the opposite hallway. He thought back to his previous topic and looked out at the window once he took a seat. He didn't think any different of his friend, his friend seemed happy. He looked at the front of the classroom as class began for him.

Sasuke and Sakura headed down the same hall, with Sakura swiping glances at the man she had a crush on. Sasuke only looked at her at the moment, but then noticed her soft pink hair. The color tone was pale and he thought about what to draw tonight after he finished his picture from the last night.

The pinkette glanced at him and blushed at him when she realized he was staring at her, but it only took her a moment to see he wasn't staring at her. His gaze seemed far off, in deep thought, and she sighed bitterly. She wanted to know why, why he wouldn't look at her, why not any female general, and why he seemed so far away from everyone.

Once they got to Sakura's class, she looked at him with the same posture and thanked him. Sasuke only nodded his head and went forward. She turned to stare at his walking figure. Yes, she wanted to know, so badly what Sasuke had on his mind.

With Naruto and Sakura off to their respected classes, he headed to his own. He started to think about the pink shade that was also of Sakura's hair. He closed his eyes for a moment and imagined it on his beloved. He opened his eyes and sat in his seat. Sasuke smiled to himself a bit, as he finally caught the image he wanted.

Yes.

The pink would look lovely on her.

Hinata.