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The first time I met pink haired girl; it was such an insignificant meeting that I didn't pay much attention to it.

In fact we just bumped into each other. Literally.

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She was very tiny that time; she hadn't yet filled out. She was petite about 5"3', just standing next to her made me realize how fragile she was.

It was after lunch. I endured Naruto's constant complaints about the lunch ladies' lack of producing good ramen.

"Ramen is a sacred art. It must be carried out right. It must be treated with great care and safety. And the way THEY create ramen is not right. The soup is not the right color. The meat and vegetables are not cut up right. It looks like chopped meat and vegetables with long strands of…of…dough!" Dobe finished, exasperatingly and red. His bright blue eyes widened then narrowed as I didn't say anything. "Am I right?"

I was too irritated by his constant blabbing to answer.

"OI, TEME! ANSWER ME!"

Several people turned towards the commotion (us) as I winced at the loud volume on very sensitive ears. Shooting the idiot an annoyed look, I cuffed him hard on the back of his head; I smirked satisfyingly as he lost his balanced and went sprawled on the floor.

Walking away from him, I heard Naruto cursing and the subtle high pitch squeak as his shoes moved on the tile as he picked himself up.

Turning around a corner to go to class, a flying pink blur bumped into me and bounced back to the floor. Books and papers flew everywhere.

"Oh no, I'm already late," a soft feminine voice said. I look down to see her, a pink haired girl collecting her papers in unorganized fashion.

Because my mother raised me to be gentleman-like (even though the fan-girls here—a shudder rip through me—don't deserve it), I decided to help her out.

I piled her books together and handed them to her wordlessly. Leaning close in her direction to reach a book a foot to the side of her, I caught an indescribable sweet scent in the air.

A feeling of anxiousness and want overcame me. What the hell?!

Before I could do anything the girl placed her papers on the pile of books and lifted it all up.

I stood up silently and looked her.

She looked innocent in her jeans and blue blouse, brushing back a lock of hair to tuck it back behind her ear. Her bright green sparkled (I can't believe I'm even thinking the word) as she smiled at me.

She muttered a hasty, "Thanks!" and then took off.

Standing for a few moments, I shook my head and scowled as I heard the loud voice and pounding feet of dobe coming up behind me. No doubt he was still pissed about me leaving him there.

"Teme, you are so mean. Cha, why did you leave me? I kept on calling you and I know you have excellent hearing."

"Because, dobe, you are so loud; I might actually get hearing aids the more I listen to you," I said, irritated.

"Tch," the dobe actually smiled; I swore his whisker-like scars twitch in amusement, "They would look good on you, make you seem like an old lone wolf-bastard that you are."

"Hn."

Naruto continued on his monologue (in his perspective dialogue as he thinks I care about ramen), "So am I right about the sacredness of ramen?"

"Dobe, Ramen is exactly as you say it is…"

"I knew you would agree with me; I am right, dattebayo."

"Ramen is a soup of chopped meats and vegetables with strings of dough."

"Right, right see—wait what?!"

I smirked at Naruto as his jaw dropped to the floor and his eyes bugged out in betrayal and disbelief. I walked away to my Literature class.

"I can't believe you, Sasuke-teme!" Dobe whined pathetically, complete with sad wide eyes and pouting lips as he caught up with me.

"Hn." Believe it, dobe, I thought.

All the way to class, Naruto kept whining about the unfairness of the world that he got me as a best friend who doesn't appreciate ramen and bad ramen. Honestly, ramen tastes the same to me no matter who fixes it. But I won't say that out loud unless I want my ears to be chewed off. Yeah, not worth it; I'm already annoyed as it is.

Strangely and suddenly, a wave of protectiveness and unease settle on me. I wanted to run somewhere and let my instincts to take over me.

As I sat down, I forgot about the weird feeling and focused on the task of taking notes.

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I had brushed it off thinking it was just a weird day.

But I failed to see the significance of that until much later. All through my freshmen year and sophomore year, I kept a close eye on her. Why? I have no idea.

Naruto, the idiot, knew or at least had a theory, however he wouldn't tell me. He just gave me that annoying knowing look and smirked. No matter how much I threatened him to tell me, he just shook his head at me and kept his mouth shut.

Stupid dobe.

The first time he gave me that look it was at the end of sophomore year.

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"Oi, teme, what's wrong with you? Why do you disappear on us afterschool?" Naruto said to me at lunch.

I looked at out of the corner of my eye and raised an eyebrow.

He continued to stare me down over his ramen; he wasn't going to give up until I answer. I scowled in returned but was momentarily distracted as a flash of pink captured my attention.

For a moment I was stunned as I realized something; that pink-haired girl I bumped into in freshmen year had grown. I'm not height-wise but shape-wise. She has curves in all the right places: narrow waist, subtle wide hips, shapely small breasts and…I mean…err.

All right so she has developed which is normal; a woman of her age has to go through changes.

But lately, I have been unconsciously aware of her. One time when I left early to not have to deal with Naruto, I saw her and followed her home. At first, I brushed it off as curiosity; she's the only person with pink hair in the world, and I wonder how she got such an exotic hair color. Was it from her mother? Or father?

It wasn't as if I was interested in her. In fact, I wasn't really interested in girls; they all seemed silly batting their eyes as if they got something in their eye or flipping their hair back so hard it might whip around and hit them in the face.

Itachi can handle them by being the charming one; I, however, could not. Naruto can vouch for how many times I lost my temper on him for the simplest of things. But, my mother, who is a very kind-hearted woman, believes that her boys should be gracious and chivalrous. Sadly, chivalrous includes being nice to women even if they are annoying fan girls.

Of course, Itachi gets a kick out of the fact that the girls annoy to me to no end. What's even more annoying is that I have a larger fan club than he does even though he is the nicer one of the two of us. Girls are very strange.

But not as strange as this one. Sakura Haruno, that's the pink-haired girl's name, is very focused on her work and very kind to everyone. Even the misfits or even, heck, me the stone-cold bastard (dobe's words not mine: I punched him in the face after he said that but then again we sparing).

"Teme...teme…teme…Oh, teme. Oi!"

I smacked Naruto's hand away from my face and gave him an irritated glare. He glared back as he rubbed his hand.

"Sauce, that hurts!"

WHACK!

"Hey! That hurts too!" Naruto said, now rubbing the side of his head and messing up his already messy blond hair.

"Don't call me that, baka," I said as I looked over our table. Shikamaru was sleeping on his chair beside me and Choji was eating his food across from Shikamaru, not minding us.

Naruto slammed his hand on the table causing his empty ramen bowl and Choji's dishes to clatter. Shikamaru woke up from the noise but went back to sleep after shooting Naruto a sleepy annoyed look.

Naruto didn't care. "What's wrong with you? You've been acting the past three months."

I wasn't paying attention; Rock Lee, a junior who has a big crush on Sakura, was declaring his love for her for the whole cafeteria to hear. I could tell Sakura was very embarrassed because she was red and looking down. I felt an intense rush of what can be only described as emotion (but it felt wilder than that): a need to protect and a righteous anger. I clenched my fists and kept my face void of emotion.

What the hell is wrong with me? Why did I want to rip the green bushy-browed freak and shield Sakura? It didn't make sense.

Confused and angry, I turned back to Naruto having a funny expression on his face. His blue eyes glinted with understanding, and his smile was that of amusement and happiness.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" I demanded.

"Never mind Sasu-cakes. Later you will know. Come on we got to go to class," he said, standing up and placing his dirty dishes in the rack for dishes. I placed my own dishes in the rack and followed him, very annoyed.

"What was the look for?" I demanded again.

He patted me on the arm and said, "One day, Sasu-cakes, you will know."

Really pissed this time, I hit his head hard enough to rattle whatever brain cells he has left. While he was moaning and cursing me, I walked away to the next class.

Over my shoulder, I said, "Don't call that name, either!"

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The baka hasn't even told me what that look was for all through sophomore year and part of junior year. But on several occasions, he would give that look, and I would get pissed, because no matter how much I ask, he refuses to tell me.

Damn dobe.

All I notice is that he would give me that look when she appeared. Or when he realized that I secretly follow her to her home (it's not stalking) and I say it's because I want to make sure she gets home safely.

May be he thinks I like the girl but I don't. I'm just curious, and yes, I'm aware that curiosity killed the cat. But they did say satisfaction brought it back.

I didn't realize I was going get more than satisfaction.

Author's note:

I hope you enjoy this story. This story will be my first multi-chapter story. Oh, and thanks to everyone who supported and followed my other stories. You guys are the best! :D

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