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It was his eyes. Black, like obsidian, dark and brooding. Black, like polished river stones, emanating waves of melancholy. They were piercing eyes, sharp and arrogant, radiating superb intellect, the eyes of a predator. His gaze was hypnotic, mysterious, and unreachable. A wall was ever present in his eyes, lending to him hardness in his look, an aura of festering anger surrounding him like a heavy fog.
But in the presence of Team Seven, the wall would lift for a few seconds, and his glance softened from grudging tolerance to something else—not happiness exactly, but perhaps contentment. But in a flash, his brow would furrow, his eyes would darken, like the skies before a thunderstorm, and he would once again glare murderously out at the world. His eyes were as black as a starless night—unless he was in a rage. Then his eyes would flash to a deep crimson, like two burning coals of hatred, as his Sharigan activated.
Only two people in the world could ever calm the frightening scarlet of his eyes back to the usual onyx. Kakashi sensei was one. And for unknown reasons, Sakura was the other.
She had fallen for him, notwithstanding the fact that any glances he threw towards her ranged from disgust to indifference. The only acknowledgement of her existence that he ever gave was a flickered glance and a terse nod to indicate her presence. Yet, she still loved him.
Strange, she thought. Time had not changed him. He was still as expressionless and remote as he always was. But as their eyes locked, black meeting green, her breath caught and she stood, frozen in place, as if some magnetic force kept her rooted to the ground.
Once again she was mesmerized, falling into two deep, dark pools that shimmered with light on the surface.
She was drowning in his eyes.