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Well, this is my attempt at getting out of writer's block. You can see how effective it was... >.>
He was irresistible.
Title: Lure
Slight hinting at NejiSasu.
Disclaimer: I don't own.
Read and enjoy!
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The young Uchiha was irresistable. There was just something about him that drew the white-eyed boy to him. No matter how hard he thought about it, he couldn't seem to place what it was. It was maddening, the lure of the unknown.
Even now, his strange, milky eyes were drawn to him, travelling up and down his lithe figure. He was tempting.
Raising an elegant, coal-black eyebrow, showing his displeasure at having been brought out to socialize with a slight downturn of his lips--pouting; so deliciously, deliciously tempting, he was-- that drew the eye.
No matter how much you wanted to turn away, how hard you tried, you couldn't. Not when faced with something as irresistible as this boy seemed to be.
His sensei, so late and laid-back it seemed at first, yet so protective and aware it made you want to scream and trust him with your life. Keeping a lazy eye on the white-eyed boy, almost as if he knew-- had been tempted, too-- and would try to prevent such a thing from happening.
Loud declarations of youth to the left, met with determined shouts of Hokage to the front; madness, he seems to think, deep grey-black eyes-- beautiful-- narrowing at he watches them too, observing and almost longing but it's gone before he even knows it was there.
A slap on the back snaps the moon-eyed prodigy out of his trance, and he glances up at shining teeth and enormous eyebrows and knowing eyes and he hates it suddenly, this forbidden lure.
He is irresistible.
....
He was irresistible.
Title: Lure
Slight hinting at NejiSasu.
Disclaimer: I don't own.
Read and enjoy!
......
The young Uchiha was irresistable. There was just something about him that drew the white-eyed boy to him. No matter how hard he thought about it, he couldn't seem to place what it was. It was maddening, the lure of the unknown.
Even now, his strange, milky eyes were drawn to him, travelling up and down his lithe figure. He was tempting.
Raising an elegant, coal-black eyebrow, showing his displeasure at having been brought out to socialize with a slight downturn of his lips--pouting; so deliciously, deliciously tempting, he was-- that drew the eye.
No matter how much you wanted to turn away, how hard you tried, you couldn't. Not when faced with something as irresistible as this boy seemed to be.
His sensei, so late and laid-back it seemed at first, yet so protective and aware it made you want to scream and trust him with your life. Keeping a lazy eye on the white-eyed boy, almost as if he knew-- had been tempted, too-- and would try to prevent such a thing from happening.
Loud declarations of youth to the left, met with determined shouts of Hokage to the front; madness, he seems to think, deep grey-black eyes-- beautiful-- narrowing at he watches them too, observing and almost longing but it's gone before he even knows it was there.
A slap on the back snaps the moon-eyed prodigy out of his trance, and he glances up at shining teeth and enormous eyebrows and knowing eyes and he hates it suddenly, this forbidden lure.
He is irresistible.
....