A girl with long pink hair was walking through the corridors of the boarding school. Where she learns, sleeps and eats every day. Stressful is not an expression. She only did this because her parents asked. She never wanted to go there voluntarily. Now she had to go through these terrible corridors to one of the boarding school's many classrooms.
Like every day, Sasuke went through boarding school, which he had been to for 4 years. He sighed, because it was too light for him. His gaze fell to the ground, which was less bright than the sky. He almost screwed up his eyes tightly so as not to meet the light. He walked slowly because the sunlight, which was shining through the window in the hall of the boarding school, was burning on his skin. He looked around to find a corner where he could wait for it to start raining as that was the trend. His black hair was blowing weakly in the wind that blew through the corridors of the boarding school. It was almost refreshing to feel it on your skin. But Sasuke felt something else. But he didn't want to think about what he noticed. Because what he wanted he had only recently consumed. It would be noticed if he stayed away too long.
She stopped because she also felt a cool breeze. Her hair blew from the girl's face. The wind exposed her green eyes, which looked around. After a while, she moved on to reach the classroom.
A strange smell went through the corridors, which the young man was not yet familiar with. It was a new fragrance. Well, this scent had been around for a long time, that was how far Sasuke knew. He looked at her and swallowed. // What kind of fragrance is that? // he asked himself. He went in the direction from which this scent came. It was a mixture of exotic and fruit. It smelled like ... What exactly did it smell like? It smelled of cherry blossom and that would be called in Japanese, so in the local language: "Sakura."
The girl named Sakura went on. She looked around, not letting go of the feeling that she had forgotten something. "I feel like I've forgotten something really important.", She mumbled quietly to herself.
The young man walked slowly on. His hair fell forward into his face. It didn't bother him as his hair never did what he wanted. Slowly the Uchiha, as Sasuke's last name was called, put one foot in front of the other.
Sakura stopped and thought about what she had forgotten. Now it occurred to her: “Damn it, I didn't think about class work anymore!” Now she cursed to herself and kicks her foot against the wall.
Sasuke looked at her. He grinned to himself when he saw Sakura kick the wall. "Why so angry?", The Uchiha wanted to know. He walked slowly towards the young Haruno. Now he knew exactly that this scent came from Sakura, which he had in his nose the whole time.
She turned around and looked at him she instantly blushed as the best boarder, with the best grades and the best looks, was standing in front of her.She was very rigid. Sasuke Uchiha. She was slightly afraid of him, but like everyone else, she had fallen for him too. "I completely forgot about the class work and didn't practice," she admitted.
“That's no reason to kick the wall, because she can't help it.” His gaze was on her face. "Don't you have the first hour off?" Sasuke wanted to know. His voice sounded calm and serene, as if he couldn't harm a fly, but he knew that it was completely different inside than how he showed himself to the outside.
“Yes, but that's not enough to learn.” She was small and loud and looked at the floor. When she looked up, she met his eyes. The pitch black eyes were like magic. She got lost in them.
Now Sasuke looked at her. "I can help you study if you want," Sasuke said almost casually, as if it were nothing in the world and as if it was the most normal thing for a boy with a sharp look and great grades to offer himself some help. It was just special that Sasuke did that.
"No thanks". There has never been anyone who refused an offer from im, but now they have. She turned and ran a hand through her long hair. She looked at the floor and left.
But the Uchiha's hand was on her arm faster than Sakura would like. He held her so that she couldn't run away. "What did you just say?", Sasuke asked with a growl, what was coming out of his mouth. He looked at her and didn't know what he would do if he couldn't control himself.
She looked at him slightly shocked. Sakura caught herself again relatively quickly, then she repeated it softly and gently: "I said no, thank you."
"I don't accept NO!", Sasuke growled from between his lips. He noticed that your jaw was tightening and looked at her. He tightened his grip on her arm. "You'll regret saying that!" He growled on.
“I don't want any help, especially not from you!” She wanted to tear herself away and show him that she hated him. But that wasn't true. She didn't want to be like the other girls. She wanted to be conquered.
Sasuke looked at her angrily. Very angry. "Don't speak to me in a tone like that," the Uchiha growled on. He was about to attack her, but then she would know what he was. A monster that was on the verge of a blood rush. A monster that was about to ram its canine teeth into her carotid artery. He didn't want to be that monster for what he was. He didn't want to show that he was weak and therefore couldn't control himself. Immediately he let go of Sakura. At the point where Sasuke had held her, there was now a handprint from his hand. You could hear Sasuke swallowing. He turned away and wanted to leave before doing anything rash.
"Tz. You guys are all the same! If you don't dance to your tune, you attack one and yell and scream.I hate you! "She walked a little faster now. She didn't notice the print on the wrist.
Sasuke went away. He ran as fast as he could, but at what looked like he was still running. His eyes were on the floor. He said nothing and clenched his jaw. Now he was only weakly under control. A sigh escaped him. Then he continued on his way out of the boarding school. He quickly ran into the forest. The field of vision around him blurred when he could be sure that no one was around because he was running. It was almost as fast as a Ferrari. A Formula 1 Ferrari, if not faster.