.o36 Glasswork
The forges were his old friends, often times the only place of solace as the rough looking boy crafted delicates that made people wonder. He was of coarse jet black hair and dirtied rubies, often times admired by far away when he was cleaned up for classes other than one that required rolling around in smoot. Practically he lived on the side of the campus where all the art buildings resided, nestled between fantastic sculptures of past students and large trees. Normally never going out of his way to talk to any one that wasn't apart of his social class, or circle. Maybe it was that fateful day that a pink haired girl appeared in the painting room looking quite lost. While him and his friends who dubbed themselves the Akatsuki talked and basically gossiped before Deidara leered in his usually perverted manner at her. She blushed heavily, looking quite disgruntled and turned her head away from their area blatantly.
Most girls would only blush at the blond and take all the leers thinking it was a flirt. She was smart, unheeding the randy taunts of the long haired master sculpture artist. It was certainly odd to see a medical student in the painting room. Most of them were all work and no play, often times a serious lot like him only far beyond the plane of social retardation as Kisame put it. Her cheeks were stained slightly from embarrassment, probably from looking quite lost. Perfect. Was all he could whisper beneath his breath, getting a slight stare from Itachi and his twin. Only family members were so keen to notice interests of their fellow clansmen. Easily Itachi chuckled looking quite content eating his ultra sticky dango, offhandedly warning him.
"Stay away from her, Madara-san. She is baby sasuke's girl."
The girl in scrubs who was avidly talking to their painting teacher was his baby cousin's girlfriend? Since when did that serious boy, ever obtain such a delicate girl, a girl that reminded him of his glassworks. Inspiration decided to strike and his eyes narrowed which was now obviously noticed by the less discreet members of their little club. Madara felt that the warning was unnecessary; he didn't have any sexual interest in the girl, yet. So he felt that he was deemed safe to be around as long as she wasn't the obnoxious sort that seemed to patrol the halls he frequented. Sasuke was bound to accompany her if he asked politely to make a glass figurette of her. Since he was often known to be of the possessive sort (clothing, electronics, friends and girlfriends), maybe an inherent fear that they would leave or never be returned to him.
What had intrigued him? What had intrigued Deidara who gabbed on about her hours later, and his inherent want to sculpt her then destroy it. His face turned to the melting wood and metal of the forges that this school offered. He saw her periodically now that Madara searched for the girl in the crowds. After all it wasn't difficult to spot a girl with pink hair and acidic green eyes though he did caught a few times staring at girls who only had parts of their hair dyed pink. All of those mistakes lead him to gain more popularity. His brother said or mentioned that she was actually a very chill girl to be around and he was not surprised that Sasuke actually asked her on a date. So any sort of flirtatious movement against her would be countered in hostility most likely from his relatives who seemed pretty happy that Sasuke was obtaining a social circle outside of his idiot friend.
He was perfectly fine keeping whatever machinations he had for her under wraps.