Smell
He thought about her often. He wasn't sure why, really. There were few similarities between the two of them. They were quite different people.
There was no reason for him to pay her any mind, really. She was a nameless, faceless, Konoha kunoichi; nothing he should be overly concerned about. It wasn't his job to keep tabs on those from the Hidden Leaf Village; he was hardly ever even on that side of the continent.
Which was why he couldn't understand why she had begun haunting his dreams. Why it was her brilliantly blue eyes that he always saw when he closed his own. He would see her throwing her blonde tresses over her shoulder, offering a subtle smirk, before disappearing and leaving him wanting.
The Suna shinobi was beginning to hate her.
He hated how she kept him up at night, waiting to find himself in her clutches again. He'd never even formally met her, could barely even grasp her name. All he could remember were those clear, inviting blue eyes, and how she'd smelled so strongly of roses and peonies, and flowers he didn't even know the names of.
He missed that smell.