Beauty - (n) The quality that gives pleasure to the mind or senses and is associated with such properties as harmony of form or colour
He hadn't seen anything like her in his whole life. Such an amazing piece of art, he couldn't help but stare. Deidara watched Hinata dance from a nearby tree. The moonlight shimmered on the water as it flew up around her, surrounding her in crystalline droplets. As she pirouetted, as graceful as a swan, he caught sight of her face. Delicate features, framed by deep violet hair, cropped short. Though they were half closed, he could make out pure white eyes, shaded by long violet lashes. A natural blush dusted her cheekbones, the light pink complimenting her pale, almost white skin. Above their heads, a cloud sailed past the moon, obscuring the light, turning the dancer into a perfect silhouette. Her body formed flowing and beautiful shapes, the lean muscle perfectly enhancing the feminine curves. He could stand it no longer, he had to know who this perfect woman was. Jumping soundlessly from the tree, he started to make his way over to the pool, enchanted by the beauty of the water encircling the dancer. He opened his mouth to call out to her, when suddenly—
"DEIDARA SEMPAI!" Tobi jumped out of the bushes, tackling Deidara to the ground.
Looking up, he saw a look of shock on the dancer's face, before she disappeared into the surrounding forest. Deidara gritted his teeth. He really hated Tobi.
