She's got pink hair and green eyes. She looks like a spring meadow on the run when she's surrounded the autumn trees. Pink in the color of innocence, green is the color of summer's leaves. She's a little girl in a woman's body with the strength of a million men. She's a mom in a sixteen-year-old body.
He watches her everyday for reason's unfathomable to a certain redhead. He never lets the team go too far from Kohona's forest, even though it's where they'll most likely get caught. He watches her form as she trains with a blond and a black-headed man. He growls, as she gets too close to either man. His black eyes follow her every move, measuring her strength. Black is the color of death; blue is the color of a night's sky. He's night in the shines of the sun. He's death in the eyes of the opponent.
And Karin? She's the redhead fan-girl, too fearful to leave her obsession's side.
His eyes were focused on her thin frame as she practiced her charka control when he was interrupted. "Sasuke-kun," came the interruption, "why don't you love me?"
Sasuke didn't answer. Instead, he looked at her red eyes and turned back to the sixteen-year-old running up trees. "My reasons are my own," he whispered at the moving girl. Karin walked over to him; his form was leaned on the bark of the tree. She clung to his strong arm.
"What are those? You can tell me. I love you."
Sasuke sighed, shaking the woman off his arm. "You don't love me." She didn't love him. The girl dashing up the trees and darting back down did.
"Yes I do, Sasuke-kun!"
"No," he said decisively. His hand twitched to his kantana, feeling the need to blow off some steam. He always felt like that when Karin lied to him—not because he cared, but because she thought she knew more than him. "You don't. You're just another annoyance that I could easily be rid of—just another annoying fan girl." Annoying. He wished he hadn't used that word. It brought back bad memories. A girl with pink hair on a bench of concrete, her eyes moist with old tears.
"I do too! Why don't you love me?" the redhead begged for an answer.
Sasuke sighed. He lifted a finger to the girl still running down a hundred foot tall tree. "You're not her. You don't love me. I love her, Sakura. Not you, Karin."