A/N: ...Yay. My first romance fic. And it's not even... romance-y. -.- Oh, poo.
I did it during Language Arts and finished it up during lunch, so don't expect a miracle.
Enjoy it or I'll fling chunks of that weak attempt at pie yesterday. I think it's still mushy.
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The girl, his first reaction was, was not pretty.
At least, not pretty in the way he thought of pretty before. Pretty before was large, simpering smiles caked with makeup, mascara, a sickly smell of assorted perfumes all sprayed over each other. Pretty was something to hide from-- something predatory that you could not kill. Something he was hiding from now, in fact-- so-called "pretty" chasing madly and set-mindedly after him, shrieking wildly, "Sasuke-kun! I love you!" or "Sasuke-kun! My one and only!" and even a frenzied "Sasuke-kun!! I want your babies!" or two.
Shudder. Fangirls.
But-- she. She didn't look that threatening or extreme. She didn't look like his defininition of pretty, either.
Pale, creamy skin. Dark, lightly shining hair. It was strange hair: it was midnight blue, or appeared to be-- but now that the sun was setting, the light seemed to be casting a violet tinge on it.
The possibilities with that hair. And most foreign, most enticing (he restrained himself from further thoughts here, because Uchiha Sasuke was never overcome with sudden feelings of lust) were the eyes.
The Hyuuga eyes. The Byakugan. Her eyes were even creamier white than her skin, and she looked luminiscent as life itself.
He was filled with a strange urge, a desire, to go and approach the pretty presence. But he restrained himself. Sharingan did not meet Byakugan. Uchiha did not speak to Hyuuga. Bloodline limits and abilities? They did not-- absolutely did not-- mix.
And besides, she was entering the Hyuuga compound right now.
He crouched in the bushes for a few more minutes before standing up, brushing himself off, and stealthily arriving at his home.
On the way, he had made several conclusions.
She wasn't pretty. She was innocent. She was pure.
She was special. Her hair, her eyes, her smiling lips-- they were something special and untouched, and he would not taint them.
Another loss for him.
A/N: YAY! I just noticed how incredibly OOC this is! Dang it! But it's the best I've got so I DON'T CARE!
...Right now. R&R please, or I'll get out that pie. ...Naah, don't worry. I won't throw it. I need to get my homework done first.