If there was something Sasuke respected, was a scar. It really didn't matter what was the kind of the scar, physical or emotional. Perhaps it was because he had some (of both types), perhaps because he had caused some (again, of both types), it also really didn't matter. He had long ago accepted that he respected it and never lost too much time wondering why, it was useless. Uchihas were known for being pratical.
The fact was that, at the primary weeks that followed Ichiraku's inauguration, there was onde day in which the place was filled with police officers and detectives and even captains, all of them looking for doughnuts. Sasuke hated serving cops. Sure, he hate serving in general, but serving cops was taking a lot of his self control. They were useless in his opinion, they had prooved to be useless, and if he didn't need the job that much he would certainly have glared to each of them and spit at that blonde old hag.
Untill, he came in.
When Sasuke saw the silver haired man with a scar through his left eye entering the coffeehouse, he knew that one was different. He certainly was one of them, he seemd to know almost everyone and sat with three detectives, but there was something about his bored expression, about the way he sighed while he sat, and about that scar, that sent shivers through his body. Why would that be? The man was just another useless detective, right?
In spite of sounding pathetic as a good patterns for judging people, the man had a very respectable scar. Not one you see everyday. The kind of scar you can't hide yourself from. And, from Sasuke's point of view, if one can stand look at his own scarred reflexion everyday at the mirror and still move on, that had to tell something about the person.
Of course, scars could have many meanings and not always meant something bad, but that one revealed that it's owner was at least very confident. The man had a very handsome face (which, obviously wasn't one of the reasons he caught Sasuke's attention, obviously... maybe) and yet seemed unaffected by the fact that his perfect face was stained by scar. That either meant he was very confident or couldn't care less for his looks. Considering the way he was completely ignoring his surroundings and company, it could be both.
That was someone he would have to check closer. If he had any luck, that would be one cop he wouldn't mind serving.
A moment later he started to doubt that. The man could be slow. Or it had been to deep in thought to take notice of him. For a few seconds Sasuke was disapointed, the man was probably another doughnut eater cop... and then seconds later his voice was firmily calling his name (a detective who actually pays attention to details!) and stating anything about the typical cop stereotype, it was like he had awoke from a dream, his eyes having a different light now. A light that Sasuke didn't know if he should fear and hide himself from, that was clearly a man who was capable of many kinds of injuries and still... behind that musing glow, in the back of his eyes there were hundreds of misteries that were now almost calling for Sasuke.
At first he, as a pratical Uchiha that he was, waved his head and tried to drop it. Tried it. For every time he had to be at that table on the corner he couldn't resist the urge to secretely observe the man – apparently Kakashi, as his friends were calling him. Now this Kakashi had fallen into an unease mood, as if trying to go back to his indiferent state but having something in the way of him and his coolness. Although Sasuke was trying to deny it, the man still looked very interesting, specially with those unquiet eyes. So, when he was leaving with his friends Sasuke couldn't resist a small comment.
Almost two months went by and detective Kakashi kept coming back every evening. He probably was a man of routine. He always sat at the same table, and although he not always ordered the same meal, Sasuke somehow could predict what he would choose for the evening; he supposed that after so many weeks that weird connection between a favorite custommer and a favorite waiter had been formed. But was that all? A waiter and cutomer connection?
Not that he was complaining about the whole situation. He really didn't mind serving him, at the point of not allowing Kabuto or Inari attend the detective. But Sasuke was not blind. Uchihas were known for their good vision, loosing only to Hyuugas. It didn't take long for him to notice that Kakashi watched him. But it was taking a lot of his brains to try to figure out why. The silver haired man didn't seem to be a perv or much less investigating him, even though he insisted on trying to read him.
Perhaps, it was because of the same reason Sasuke too watched him: one that he couldn't find out what it was. In a way totally non-Uchihaish, Sasuke had be wondering about his reasons to watch Kakashi, and about how an observer man like him had so far failed to notice he was being watched in return. In the end he couldn't find an answer to none of his questions, but as time went by a sort of peace surrounded his thoughts about Kakashi and he had ta face it: he was falling for a man he didn't know, but was somehow connected to.
It took a while for him to accept that. And in the end, he decided he liked to put his uniform wondering if Kakashi would arrive later that evening and feel those butterflies throwing a party in his stomach, he enjoyed that warm feeling of sureness of their routine. It was a kind of stable support in his difficult life.
Then, with time, Sasuke began to long for more. He wanted to know Kakashi, and he wanted Kakashi to know him too. For more enticing that their attempts of eye reading could be, Sasuke wanted to hear his deep and secure voice speaking of other things than his order or a 'good evening' and he surely wanted to ask him a different question from 'What would you like today, sir?'. He was pretty sure that, despite being closed to himself, he wouldn't mind answer any of Kakashi's question if they were made through words and not stares. Funny how one who enjoyed silence now longed for words.
That's why, at the day all his three friends appeared, he let a little of himself go through his eyes as he met Kakashi's. Because even though he wanted to talk, things wouldn't be right if he suddenly revealed his life for that man; Sasuke had always been carefull about trusting and this wouldn't change even if he was finnaly falling in love. So, it would begin through the eyes, and then he would slowly build their way through words. One day, he hoped, they would be close enough to share the story of their scars.