"Hey you, Jaganshi! Wait u-" Sakura was cut short, as the dark-haired boy whirled on her, gleaming blade mere micrometers away from the skin of her throat. "Alright, ningen." he hissed. "Let's get this straight. My name. Is not. Jaganshi."
He had red eyes.
That was the first thing Sakura noticed about him.
The second thing was his dark hair, his pale skin, and his obvious perchance for wearing black.
And, last but far from least, she felt the aura of power surrounding him, his thirst for more power, his willingness to do anything to achieve that goal.
Tears sprung to her eyes, memories surging to the forefront of her mind, as he studied her in bored disdain.
But, he wasn't Sasuke.
"Who are you, then?" Sakura whispered.
He studied her another moment, obviously debating whether or not to reply to her. But, he did lower his katana.
Just as she was despairing of receiving an answer, he spoke.
"Hiei." he said. "You can call me Hiei."