The first time he had seen the pink haired woman she had been lounging outside in the middle of night. She had been bathed in silvery threads of the moon, tall silk like grass encasing her in protective arms. She wore a short shorts and a thin, cropped, camisole. Did she live close by? It would be the only way to make since of her coming here in such a state.
Pein hadn't been able to get the soft smile she bared out of his head, something always reminding him of her. She consumed his thoughts in a way he wasn't sure he can handle.
The second time he had seen the pink haired woman she had been standing in front of a wooden hut, hanging and cleaning clothes next to an older woman. He stayed back, just watching her interact. He couldn't hear what she was saying, but he felt reassured when she laughed. Pein had learned that she really liked to talk, her mouth was always moving.
He had lived so long in silence.
It was a refreshing change to hear someone wanting to talk so much. Even if they weren't talking to him.
The first time he had heard the pink haired woman talk would be unforgettable. She had been doing one of her daily chores, stomping through the forest as she looked for plants to take back him. Her voice was soft as she hummed to a tune that he didn't know but loved.
He had stayed back in a tree, a habit he easily picked up after she had went to the forest and came back beaten and battered. She got into too much trouble not to have someone looking for her. That had been the first time in a long time Pein had lowered himself to an opponent he knew he could beat; he had found the men who had hurt her and slaughter them where they stood.
The girl screamed and jumped back, eyes darting to bush. Ever since that time she had been far more jumpy and scared. Pein smiled at the sight of her, knowing there was nothing to worry about. He was proven right as a small white rabbit hopped out of said bush, nose twitching as it sniffed after the startled woman.
"Hello there," she had cooed softly, Pein's eyes widening as he looked at her. Her voice had been so soft, he could hear all the kindness he knew she had in those few words.
The second time he had heard the pink haired woman talk would be the first time he heard her name. She would be ignoring her chores in favor of dancing around her secluded yard, dancing to a beat only she could hear. It was be extraordinarily beautiful. The other woman she lived would come out and scream, chastising the younger girl she watched after. "Sakura!"
The first time he had smelled the pink haired woman hadn't even been her. He had been to a darker side, the beast in him coming out as he walked around the laundry she had hung. The sun was high in the sky and marking mid day, Pein didn't know what had come over him as he snatched a shirt from the line and inhaled the scent, knowing it was her even without knowing her scent.
The second time he had smelled the pink haired woman she had been screaming about guys who didn't respect her, about how she was more than just a pretty face. She had stormed past the invisible him, he could smell the forest on her.
The first time she had seen him had been in the same field, snow falling around her as she looked up to the sky. She turned to her side and patted the ground next to her, smile soft and directed to him. "It's been so long." She mumbled, "Pein."
