When he first saw her he was amazed. And later that first day he could only keep thinking that she was very sandy.
Stunned.
Sandy hair. Sandy eyes. Sandy skin. A golden child wrapped and packaged in off colored ribbons and bones. She had a quirky smile and a way of looking at him carefully, gold flecked eyes blending into the gold flecked face that excited him so much it irritated him. But scared him more.
She looked at him over the broad walnut brown table in the boardroom, while Tsunade was up talking, droning on, executive.
One day she had simply not the been there. And suddenly she was. New Jounin. Readily accepted. Bam. And she wouldn't stop looking at him. And he couldn't stop looking at her.
She semi-discovered the stripe down his left eye, figured it was hiding beneath the tilt of his hitai-ate and knew immediately that he was the one. She kept staring. It made him drum his fingers. It made Anko and Kurenai stare. And radiate anger like idols abandoned at the foot of their own shrines. Angered ,both, that he had left them behind but more so at the prospect of him beginning to move on to golder ground and hunger after fresh meat. They could both remember the security of his ziplock arms around them. And the rage of the beast lurking in his pants. They immediately became suspicious and scowled.
After the meeting he confronted her outside about the staring with those impossible golden eyes. And she stood leaning against the brick wall building, one round hip cocked out as if she had been waiting for him all along, and had invited him over herself. He said
"What were you staring at?"
"You."
"Why?"
"Well, you've got to be the ugliest person I've ever seen, don't be flattered."
They ended up holding hands outside under the cherry blossom brush. Anko and Kurenai watching plum eyed under, from the envious shadows. He was oblivious. It just so happened that her name was Kingyo.