Prologue: A silent encounter
The sky was clear that day, but the streets deserted. No one knew why everyone had decided to remain in their homes that day, but it hardly mattered. He walked, alone and cold, as usual, with his hands in the pocket of his black pants, wearing them regardless of the heat it was. Had no apparent reason for walking around, wandering as a stray wolf, but he really just wanted to distance himself. He had always been the focus of the attention; but he never cared about what was said about his actions or about him. Just living his life, completely and directly focused on his goals, now dim, as his purpose in life was fulfilled. The girls from Konohagakure looked at him as the most incredible man, doing everything to have his presence around, the more apathetic as it could be because, after all, it was Sasuke. However, even though he took expressive actions, anything seemed to force the women to understand that he despises them and perhaps for this reason that the sole survivor of the tragic Uchiha clan also never sought a girlfriend.
Passed through a forest, or rather through it, remembering all the hard training he had done, all in the name of a cause full of hatred, but that was already completed, and his brother, dead. He was almost isolated from the physical reality when, as he walked around a particularly thick and ancient tree, he heard a girl's sobbing. His keen senses once activated, brought him back to the real world, removing Sasuke from his bitter memories of a past full of blood.
He looked up, only to find her on top of the tree, sitting and crying. "And now I still have to put up with this," he looked forward again, and ignored the tears, burying himself again in his world of memories. However, what seemed like a regular task, as always played with mastery in situations of everyday life, now was not so easy. He sighed, feeling defeated by his own conscience. "Okay, this is very strange. For some reason, I cannot ignore her like I do with all the others," he turned around and kept watching, scanning her carefully with his eyes.
She was crying, in fact, but in a soft and shy tone, almost too sensitive even to express her feelings openly. However, noticing the young man with black hair staring at her, she felt something different from this guy.
None of the two ventured a word, only looked at each other and analyzed, one the sorrow of the other and the other the apathy of the one who was there, standing, static and without the slightest intention of doing something. A few minutes went by like hours. The young man wore black pants, whose pockets were filled with his hands, a white long sleeved shirt and a green vest full of pockets, so characteristic of the jounin of the leaf, and the boots that used whenever possible, while the girl was wearing blue pants, matching his blue-black hair, and a closed jacket, white and navy blue that highlighted her big pearled and swollen eyes.
Anyway, without apparent thought, Sasuke stepped back, turning around and walking the opposite direction, "I will not get into others' affairs, is not my style."
- Sasuke-san – he heard her call him by his name and stopped, looking over his shoulder.