Sasuke thought of burning the world on fire. After her arrival at Naruto's party, she with extreme standoffishness, ignored everyobody, except the hostess, the host, and the current Mayor, Hashirama: if she could, she would had ignored them too.
She didn't even greeted Naruto, passing next to him, as if he was the medieval plague.
Eyeing the room, she, in a fake calmness, in order to clear her mind and cease her anger, waltzed upstairs.
A hard-boiled Sasuke, was in a tormented silence. Her tenseness was evident. However, her slow breathing, full of anger, was speeding up like notes of a operetta. Her confusion, was on the verge of blast up.
Inside the women's parlor, Sasuke washed her hands, the iciness of the water gave shivers on her skin, paling them.
As she left the restroom, kicking the door wide open, thundering to the corridors, she came across with a man talking on the phone. He had his back turned to her.
She, who was ready to put on her none-chilling mask and cast him the coldest stare just to make him dace his way out of her way, stopped as she observed peculiarities on his appearance: A polar whitish tonality was his hair shade, noticed Sasuke, eyeing the man from behind.
Her veins iced like artic winds: Tobirama Senju. The man who was beating her Uncle on the long run, concluded Sasuke.
She had never saw him up close like now. He was taller, actually, taller than her marbled stoned looking uncles.
He wore a white social shirt and jeans. Very middle class style. He looked like MBA football coach, Sasuke noticed, in pure disdain and contempt.
But, Sasuke was also intrigued by him.
Unbeknownst to Sasuke, the ultimate Uchiha loner in Konoha city, shared the same extension of seclusion as he did.
Tobirama said,in a very firm voice, as if he was trying to accept the harsh reality: " I know that Madara is four steps ahead of us at the votings. Most of the committee members pleaded alliance to the Uchiha Household."
Sasuke cleared her throat. She stood there, talking few steps over to him.
He turned, getting caught completely off guard by her presence. It seems that he thought he was all alone in the second floor of the lounge.
His eyes widen: " I...I...I will call you back." Closing the phone, he looked at her up and down, no words left his lips.
Tobirama lacked collections of unforgettable memories, this one could be a starter: Sasuke, in a monochromatic dark blue dress, upcasting her eyes at him, up and down.
Sauke's body was lit up by the palish, spectral lights of the ceiling lamps, unclouding her silhouette.
He took a step back as he sensed her silent hysteria.
Sasuke's eyes, darker than a starless night, reflected the most intense and secretive auto-destructive passions Tobirama has ever seen. Running his hands on his neck, he, speechless, was sweating. Heated fever arched his body.
As her determined, fixed, intrusive gaze fell upon him, scrutinizing him, challenging him, he, devoided of any reaction,stood motionless.
Her bravura and her ebony colored eyes reminded Tobirama of blithering tides. The intense and destructive reflection of her emotions, printed in them, startling him to the extremes edges and occult corners of the mind.
How can the same person have a explosive, passionate silent rampage of aggressiveness, of hidden passions and a deadly blizzard of coldness and indifference, all at the same time? All at once?
To Tobirama, the few minutes he had passed next to her, facing her, overwhelmed him; her presence has been like a subterranean water: transparent, silent, cold, abysmal and unreachable. But at the same time: salty, passionate, inviting and drinkable.
He could not bear to look at her no longer, so, he turned away, in dizziness, mind blurred as in a dream.
Sasuke passed next to him in a complete dead silence, but, in a quantum of leap, he noticed that she glimpsed at him, turning her head slightly at his direction. He looked back, not mesmerised,not in fear, not in shock, but in an anxious emotion; his bones froze, his belly grew cold, his heart jumped in a nervousness.
She left, descending the stairs, he followed her,but stayed stood on the first steps of the marble blocks, with his on his pockets, just looking.
The party was being held at the last floor of the hotel: Tobirama looked at the huge, long, glazed windows of the lounge and observed the scenery: the city, a silver sea, was illuminated by neon lights, drowned out by the sounds of traffic and resurrected by night parties.
The lullabies of the dark did not echo at the lounge.
The metallic, glazed buildings shone like diamonds, reflecting the moonlight.
It was getting late, the dead of the night was at its peak, Naruto's party was just beginning. It was going to be a very long night. As he walked over the shining floors, he noticed the yellow palish lights flashing from the ceilings and from the lamps on the walls. The lights were dim and foggy. As he went over to the buffet, he thought of the lack of warm humane qualities in Sasuke. It began haunting him like a clash of lightning on days of thunder.
among the tickling of champagne glasses, the unwanted whispers of the tired barman, rolling his eyes at a drunken Tsunade, the continuous dancing rhythm of the nearby waitress and waiters, rushing in and out from the backdoor kitchen, carrying shining, silver plates, Tobirama roamed, scanning the room, looking for Sasuke.
She sat at the very back of the room, away from him, in a long distance.
In a dark, lonely corner.
Sasuke knew Tobirama was watching her, clocking her, even without lifting her head, without taking her downcasted eyes off the table.
Sasuke always kept her gaze down. Her position was always straight, her hands were always together, like in a form of a prayer, clutching them together, resting her chin on them.
Be that as it may, Tobirama just wanted this party to wrap up, so that he could storm home.
Noticing Sasuke again; She always moved the crystal glass, turning it over and over, from left to right. Sometimes, her fingers tapped the thin and delicate crystal, sliding them along the circular edges of the glass. She stayed like that for a very long time, under the dimly lights of the chandeliers.
Sasuke was indifferent to the world and the world, in return, was also indifferent to her.
The suppose indifference of Sasuke, unmasked and cold as a tomb, caused concern and interest in Tobirama.
A very, very strange person indeed was she.