She was beautiful, though he'd never admit it. Why would he? Root was a very strict thing, and the organization would have his head. Her pink hair…..got he'd sketched her, and painted her, and even tried to mold her; Nothing captured the beauty she had! It was so discouraging and frustrating….he had had enough! Nothing he did of her seemed to be her. Nothing! It didn't make any sort of sense! No matter how hard he tried, no matter how many times he erased and restarted……. It was never real enough. But, like he said, why would he?
She was tired. Dead Tired. It was 2:46 in the morning, and she had had another nightmare. Roughly massaging her scalp with one hand, she shook her head as her tears dried in the warm, dry air of Kohona. Her midriff tank top wrinkled indignantly as she bent forward, staring at her bland, black silk sheets. Why could she not face the facts? Ino could see it, Sasuke saw it, and Sai certainly did. She was not pretty; that was sure. She had known that for a long time. Still, why couldn't someone love her? I mean, besides Naruto, no one cared. Her parents had been dead for five years, but that wasn't even the type of love she meant. Tsunade-shishou loved her like a daughter, and Kakashi was like a father to her. Sasuke summed it up pretty well though, didn't he?
"Annoying."
