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Disclaimer: If it was mine... Itachi would be singing Rammstein songs for the theme songs.

Chapter 2

Ehrm, I didn't know how I should continue this; any suggestions would be greatly appreciated. ((Smiles sweetly... or as sweetly as possible)) I'll update TPFP some other time... I need suggestions for that one too, I have writers block ((sweat drops))

Anyways, hope this chapter is as greatly liked as the last one! :)

Who wouldn't want to draw the Uchiha? He's sexy, cold, and angry. All my artist friends have whole galleries filled with paintings of the kid. Well I don't want to draw him. I can't even stay in the room where all those paintings are. I once saw him totally blow off this pink haired chic who just asked for a date.

What are dates when you're twelve? You see a movie, you eat a cheeseburger? Nothing to totally blow some little girl off about. Did that bastard have a legitimate reason for hating everything? Does the stupid little prick get his attention by acting like he doesn't want it? I rolled my eyes.

At night, when the streets were abandoned, is when the artwork I was proud of really showed up. There was no news to keep my ear on. There were no kunoichi's my age gabbing away about their romances. Complaining. I loved to hear that stuff, but when its night it all goes away and I can concentrate on the paper in front of me, and the landscape that is just begging to be drawn.

On that night, that one night in particular, when the moon was full for the second time that month, was the night I broadened my social horizons.

I had been drawing a detailed version of the Kyuubi, and Hokage the fourth was riding her. His expression first looked angry, but it looked way too forced, so I changed it to kind of happy. Not majorly happy, just kind of a small smile.

I heard the sound of someone sighing. I jumped, and looked up from the paper, to find that I was not alone. He sat away from me, and I didn't think he knew I was here, just like I hadn't noticed him. I look closer at him. He had raven black hair and a blue shirt. I knew right away who he was. I groaned inwardly. Just my luck...

I started shading in the night sky, furiously and loudly. He flinched and took out a kunai, instinctively. I chuckled.

"No need for that," I said lightly.

He hesitantly put his kunai back in the pouch at his leg and leaned back against the fountain. I slipped off my sandals and dipped my feet in the water, leaning back against the stone, continuing to shade viciously. He stared at me, glaring. Keh, you little bastard, I'm not the one who intruded on your quiet time. He glances at what I'm drawing, not dropping his angry scowl. I decide to continue my picture of Hokage the fourth some other night. Sighing, I turn over to the next page in my large sketchbook, and tap my pencil against the thickness of it, thinking of what to draw. The Uchiha looks away, as if sensing I don't want him seeing what I'm drawing. I don't know why I didn't want him to see.

I glanced over at him. He did have an unmistakable beauty, and underneath his icy exterior, I'm sure all there was depression, sadness... not loneliness. If he were lonely, he'd just date that poor pink haired girl. I wondered why people even bothered trying to make him happy, pursued him as if he were the only man alive in the world, when he clearly didn't want that. He didn't want attention, he didn't want love, he just wanted to be left alone, complete the task he set for himself.

I looked at him, in the eyes, and wordlessly asked if I was correct. He gave me his answer by glaring at me, and looking away. I smiled, and started sketching. Sure, I had broken my unspoken promise to myself that I would never have art of the Uchiha, but this was different from all the other pieces, the ones my friends would draw. The ones they drew were drawn because they were obsessed with him. I just understood him.

He stood up, finally. My drawing hadn't been finished, but that was all the better. He wasn't finished either. I folded it into a paper airplane and aimed it at his head.

He caught it, and looked at it. He turned around, glaring at me. I grinned cheesily.

"What the fuck is this?" He asked, pointing at the paper. It was a chibi version of him stomping on the world.

"I think it suits you really well." I say, standing up. I walk away towards my house, pausing only to turn my head around, in which I saw him smile slightly, and pocket the picture.

Yeah, if people want me to go back to the Neji/OC line, I will. I'm either gonna' do that, or have this be a series of vignettes about this artist chic and her views on Konoha... whatever people suggest. If it's 50/50, or no suggestions at all, I'll just flip a coin. Thanks for reading. Hope this chapter was as "good" as the last one. :)