No, this just wasn't right.

Frowning and creasing her eyebrows with frustration, Hinata swirled the paint around on her palette thoughtfully. Maybe more blue? No, that would make them too bright. Brown? No, too dull. Purple? Absolutely not.

Looking up briefly, she examined his lowered face again. She had no problem sketching out every line on his face to near perfection (when one stared as often at a face as she did to his, it wasn't hard to do), and even painting in each strand of ruffled black hair hadn't been too difficult. She had especially enjoyed painting the contours of his nose and lips, but when it all came down to it...

Hinata had no idea how to paint Sasuke's eyes.

Looking at them for a split second, one might automatically peg them as black, but after staring at them for long moments like Hinata did, it became obvious that black was not the colour suited for Sasuke's eyes. For one, black was just too ordinary which was just not a word one would ever describe Sasuke as, and two,

Black just wasn't dark enough.

Darker.

Darker.

She continued swirling more and more paint together until almost her entire palette was covered with wasted paint. Sighing, she resisted the urge to scream in frustration and took one last glance at Sasuke before finally bringing her paintbrush to the canvas.

It didn't take long before Kurenai called out to her classroom to clean up their paints and leave their pictures to dry. Looking up from her painting, Hinata gave a small, satisfied smile and smudged a splotch of paint on her face as she rubbed her cheek with contentment.

"My eyes aren't red."

She turned around quickly to look at Sasuke who appeared behind her. She bit her lip with a look of nervousness on her face, but soon replaced it with a small smile as she watched the corner of his mouth tick up with approval. "And my eyes aren't violet." She grinned slightly and motioned to his painting of her that was lying upon the table across from them.

He frowned slightly and licked his thumb to lightly swipe away at the paint on her face. "I couldn't find a colour light enough." He grumbled and smirked infinitesimally as Hinata blushed at the feel of his wet digit against her cheek.

"I see w-we share similar problems then..." She murmured and placed her hand over her bright red cheek.

Shortest I've EVER done.

I do so enjoy this length. :)

Ciao,
MissLe