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Sasuke sees her for the first time in the middle of spring.

It's six thirty in the morning, the first day back from the spring holiday and he's on his usual route to school. His school uniform is ironed to perfection, not a wrinkle in sight and his bag is slung across his shoulder.

The cherry blossoms are in bloom this time of year, the sweet smell carries with the breeze, it surrounds him, follows him until he's swiping his metro card and entering the Kichijoji Station.

Business men in charcoal suits and women in pencil skirts carry briefcases, walking shoulder to shoulder, bumping and elbowing their way to get on their usual train, eager to start their work day.

Sasuke waits on the platform for his train, absently staring off onto the other side of the station.

And then he sees her.

She's standing still, peering down at a map and her hair is pink.

He can't take his eyes off of her. Maybe it's the pinkness of her hair and how it reminds him of the blooming cherry blossoms, or maybe it's the fact that she's wearing his school's uniform and he's never seen her before.

He's still staring at her, tilting his head curiously to look at her face when the platform shakes softly under their feet.

The speed of the incoming train creates a breeze, forceful and warm, that blows against the girl's hair. Long strands of pink wisp around in the air and the bottom of her skirt flips up slightly, exposing her milky thighs.

She drops the map, it floats away with the breeze and she immediately presses her skirt down, tugging at the hem to hide the softness of her skin.

She looks up finally, a heated blush explodes across her cheeks like fireworks in a summer festival.

And all he can see is green.

Her eyes are green like emeralds and even though she's across the platform, he can see them clearly.

She's staring back at him now, blinking through dark eyelashes and furrowing her brows in confusion.

Before he can muster up the sense to look away from her, the train glides shakily in-between where the platform splits and she's gone.

The muffled sound of the transit announcer echoes loudly, bouncing off the station's walls. The train's heavy doors slide open and then time starts up again.

The click of heels and the chatter of the passengers flood the station. People are moving in and out of the train, some move slow, walking with ease and others pound their feet on the ground, cursing at the time on their watches.

He's tilting his head this way and that way, searching for the pink haired girl without even realizing it. There's too many people now, too many faces and too many voices and as much as he looks for her, she's gone, blending into the rest of the moving masses.

He steps into the train swiftly, beating the closing doors and grabs hold of the hanging handles, balancing himself when he notices that there are no empty seats.

He reaches into the front pocket of his backpack and pulls out his phone, along with a pair of black earbuds, ones he's had for years. He puts them in his ears and waits for the soft sound of music to pour through the speakers.

The route to school takes around twenty minutes, there's about three different stops before his but he doesn't really mind, not now anyway because all he can think about is the girl's blushing cheeks and milky thighs.


Streaks of light flood through the tiny windows and as the sun rises, the sky is that mixture of faded orange and blue and pink.

Pink.

The sky is streaked light pink like that girl's hair and it's just as captivating.

He wonders for a minute if he's imagined her, if maybe she wasn't there at all because no one he's ever seen has had pink hair and eyes that green.

The train stops abruptly, he sways a little but stays balanced as he grips onto the hanging handle.

Two more stops to go.

The shakiness starts up again and he's on the move once more, the trees and buildings outside bleed into each other as the speed of the train increases.

The pink haired girl had been wearing his school uniform, a black pleated skirt that rested just above her knees, a white blouse with a sailor collar and red ribbon tied to the front.

He wonders if she's a transfer student and suddenly remembers that she'd been looking down rather intensely at a map of some sort right before the train came. Was she from outside of Tokyo?

His knuckles turn white as he grips onto the hanging handle and the train comes to another harsh stop.

A large group of passengers get up from their seats and wait for the heavy doors to open once more. They slide open and the noises of the subway become louder than the music in his ears. There is the sound of shuffling feet and the sounds of quiet conversation when he sees her for the second time.

She's been there the whole time, slumped into the blue seats of the subway car. Her limbs look heavy and her head tilts lazily to the right, her pink hair rests limp across her cheek.

Her lips like rose petals part slightly and she's breathing softly, steadily. Her green eyes are closed but he can see that they're moving slowly underneath her lids.

In the midst of the crowded subway car, she's there, fast asleep and dreaming.

tbc


a/n: i'm thinking of making this into a short story, my goal is to have each chapter be under 1000 words, not including the a/n.

reviews are appreciated!