He was a rather simple boy.
A pudding bowl haircut, perfectly round eyes that had to be a birth defect or something, eyebrows thick enough for vultures to nest on.
And that outfit.
All green with the orange leg weights. But the color scheme wasn't the worst part. The worst part was how it would bunch up in some spots and be very snug in others.
Definitely a mind scarring image.
And oddly enough he looked like a turtle. The way his hair kind of shelled around his head, the weird little shape of his mouth…
Definitely a turtle.
But he was a very odd turtle.
Always energetic, always ready and more then willing to stand up and fight even if he had a snowballs chance in hell of winning.
Ever the optimist.
Then again he probably got that enthusiasm (and haircut) from his idol.
Now that was an odd relationship to watch. In fact the first time she had seen them interact with each other… well the word 'pedophile' came to mind. Especially when they cried and hugged each other. THAT was just plain creepy.
But as she'd grown to know him… his ultra shiny smile, his undying affection and optimism, his random poses, the even more random things he did to test himself… she couldn't help but watch in a dazed awe (mostly from his smile) as he moved, as he acted and reacted to those around him. He was one of a kind, and so very very simple.
Unlike a certain boy she had all but thrown herself naked and screaming at (though the thought had crossed her mind on more then one occasion.)
That boy was… cool.
Not in the chain-smoking, leather jacket wearing, motorcycle riding bad boy way.
More of a coffee house, smoking a cigarette while he sits back and easily amuses his friends with some stories and dirty jokes, kind of cool.
A jazz man cool.
His raven black hair in that spiky cut, those dark brooding eyes rimmed with an icy edge, those tasteful clothes, that arrogant 'I-really-don't-give-a-shit-what-you-do-think-or-say' smirk, his strut.
Oh yes… he definitely strutted. Like an alpha wolf would over its kill or a big bull deer would through it's harem of doe's. That 'I-got-it-and-I-know-you-want-it-but-you'll-never-ever-get-it-because-I-don't-think-your-worth-it' kind of strut.
Very cool. Very sheik. Very very appealing.
But so very complicated.
So many layers of what seemed like predetermined reactions to what was going on around him, saying one thing, meaning another and expecting you to pick up on the 'other' meaning.
In all his coolness and finesse… sometimes it was just too much. Just too difficult. Just not worth the effort.
Like this time. Yes this time she just didn't feel like trying to solve his puzzle because; even if she did… he'd have another one ready and another one after that and so on and so forth until her pink hair turned gray and she died. To complex and not worth the effort.
Yes… sometimes it was fun to try and wade through all the complexity and mixed signals. But… lately she just didn't see the point. He'd never accept her so why waste her youth?
She decided, rather pointedly, that from then on it would be best to stick with simplicity.
Uchiha Sasuke was just too complicated.
But Rock Lee…
He was a rather simple boy.