And she looked once again,

Through the looking glass

'If only, if only.'

But there were so many thoughts and that day, she left.

So as of every day after, the looking glass searched for her,

Yet she had left it alone.

Alone, and the looking glass could only wait.

And it stared, for it was forced to, at the appearance of others passing,

The witches and the saviors.

But it still waited for the girl to return.

Though, despite the wait, she could never come.

For it could not see into its own depth like the many others.

She still sat there, staring from within the looking glass.

- The Cheshire Cat -

For days after Sasuke's run-in with Hinata and his other classmates, he began keeping tabs on his quiet peer.

He now sat in French class, half listening to the teacher and half thinking of how to get closer to his new interest. He honestly did not want to date her, but he was genuinely interested in her as a person. When they had first come to school, she had struck him by her quietness and her lack of enthusiasm towards drinking and other such activities, which even Kiba (who everyone thought was her closest friend), participated in. though, once he started dating Sakura, he lost interest due to her constant closeness. Sasuke had to admit he was relieved that he was out of that relationship, though he did miss her quite a lot sometimes, especially after he discovered she had taken up drinking and smoking.

Now, he had a new person to amuse himself with, and Sasuke wouldn't stop his quest until he discovered who she truly was. Sasuke licked his lips and allowed himself a small smile,

Nothing could stop him –

"Uchiha, please answer question four."

Except maybe that.

He looked down at his book, cursing under his breath for spacing out. Suddenly he heard a slight cough and glanced up, the person in front of him stretched out there arms and Sasuke saw the answer written on their palm…

He spoke tentatively, "Le chat est bleu?"

Sasuke blinked, he'd have to read that passage later. Meanwhile, he focused on the person in front of him; long blue hair, probably a girl. Small proportions, definitely a girl. He'd have to thank her after class for the help.

Hinata was surprised at herself, it was true she may have slight romantic interest in Sasuke, but that was no reason to help him like that. She hoped that at the very least she'd earned some brownie points in heaven for risking a detention. She wrote down the rest of the answers to their French homework and leaned back in her chair. She had been up late again and Naruto wanted her to do it again tonight. Though Hinata loved going to these odd, hidden parties, she also had practice for the tennis team since the last matches were coming up. Hinata sighed and decided that maybe she would sleep early tonight.

Then she realized that her Algebra and Geometry teacher had assigned an unusually large assignment, most of which she did not understand. Math was her weakest subject and she was barely in the lowest level class. This disappointed her family greatly but she partially made up for it in her love of writing and biology. People like Sasuke always made her frustrated. He was in every AP class and once his acne problems faded, every girl would be all over him, literally. The way he walked, she could see the pride, and yet also the feeling of not being enough

Never being enough –

She ran a hand through her hair and stood as the teacher dismissed them with a wave and "Salut." She had flown out the door.

Sasuke was right behind her, but she walked faster and he ran to catch up with her, grabbing her shoulder. She spun around and he blinked in surprise.

Hinata.

He felt like grinning, this was going to be easier then he thought, she had come to him.

Her timid voice broke out, not matching the girl he had seen standing with Naruto and Gaara earlier.

"Ano, Sasuke, what is it?"

He laughed slightly.

"Thanks for helping me out, I would have been screwed otherwise."

She blushed lightly and cursed herself for her pale skin.

"No problem."

And she started to turn away, but Sasuke stopped her.

"I heard you talking about math, do you need some help?"

She was too startled to answer. The boy she had been watching since freshman year, was now asking if she needed help.

She, Hinata, needed help.

And then she realized, he was gone. She slumped slightly and walked to her locker.

Taped to it was a note.

"If you need help, call me"

Next to it was Sasuke's number. She couldn't have been happier.

Normally, Hinata was disappointed every time she could not attend one of her secret meetings with her friends. She was not so much disappointed that she could not go, rather, she was disappointed that she did not have the time to go. She wasn't a genius like Gaara or Tenten and unlike Naruto, was not skilled at bluffing and making up excuses. She had to work hard to maintain good grades, and often that wasn't enough.

Today though, she was happy to call Naruto and tell him she was busy with homework.

Sitting on her bed, Hinata decided to call Sasuke for help.

If you don't know, "Le chat et bleu." means the cat is blue.

It'd be pretty cool to get some reviews on how I'm writing.

This is my first time writing one of these and I'm a little unsure.

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