"The Kill" 30 Seconds to Mars
It was a warm day in May, one of those days where the earthy, water-enriched scent of fresh rain on soil filled the air. A black hair-tie held in place a low ponytail of familiar pink hair atop the head of one Haruno Sakura as she sat quietly in the back of her Civics class, taking meticulous notes on World War II and the American occupation in Japan. She was taking the notes more to pass the time than for any other reason, as she already knew all of the basic facts that her teacher was idly repeating. With only two minutes left in the class and her teacher off on a tangent about the current gasoline prices, Sakura began to write down the lyrics of the song that was currently stuck on "repeat" in her head. What if I wanted to break…? Laugh it all off in your face…? What would you do? What if I fell to the floor, couldn't take all this anymore? What would you do, do, do?
Just as her pencil finished the down stroke of the top half of her last question mark, the bell rang to signal that fourth period was over. Sakura was about to put away her notes when a boy with long, dark hair walked up to her and asked her if he could borrow her notes, as he had fallen asleep during class and thus didn't take any notes of his own. Sakura's initial thought was that she shouldn't let the boy borrow her notes; after all, if the boy had been careless enough to fall asleep during class, he probably wouldn't give the notes a second glance. But something about the dark circles set beneath the boy's eyes and the limp way his hair hung in his face, as if he didn't have the energy to sweep it back from in front of his left eye, convinced her that the boy's reasons for wanting her notes were sincere. It might have helped that, despite the lack of sleep evident on his face, the boy was insufferably attractive, or that his hand lingered slightly when it brushed hers as she handed him her notes. It also might have helped that she recognized the expression on the boy's face to be that of an Uchiha. And Sakura happened to have a certain soft spot for Uchihas.
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The boy walked silently through the halls to get to his next class, his feet accustomed to keeping his presence a secret. His eyes briefly scanned the neatly written dates and descriptions that lined two pages of notes, and he committed each fact to memory, not having cared enough to bother retaining information about World War II before. As he slid into his seat in the third row of a Chemistry class, he ran through the information he had just scanned and checked his memory against the small print that weaved across Sakura's pages of notes. His teacher walked into the room and began a lesson on nuclear fission and nuclear fusion before the boy could finish going over his notes, but the boy already knew all about fusion and fission, so he continued to review information in his head. Suddenly, he realized that he was repeating song lyrics to himself and no longer referring to General MacArthur, and he glanced confusedly down at the second page of notes. Sure enough, there were a few lines at the end of Sakura's notes dedicated to a song he actually happened to like. He was surprised that he shared any kind of musical interest with the seemingly naïve pink-haired girl, surprised enough to see if they shared any other musical interests in common. The boy took out a clean sheet of lined paper and quickly scribed a few lines of a song by one of his favorite artists.
When Chemistry ended, the boy quickly located Sakura and handed her the three sheets of paper, thanking her for the use of her notes. If she noticed that there was an extra piece of paper, she didn't mention it, the two just parted ways to get to their next class.
But after their next class, the boy saw Sakura in the hall again, slipped a note into his hand and said "You have good taste in music, Uchiha Itachi."
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