I got my hands in my pocket,
and my head in a cloud.
This is how I do,when I think about you.
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He stared at the bright white cottons above him wondering how life can be so dull at any given moment. Nothing but the taps of his feet against the concrete to listen to, poor Uchiha. Everything else in life was too easy for the boy.
He needed some fun.
He needed some spice.
He needed some color.
He needed one hell of EMOTIONS, instead of just depriving from that word- to which is emo.
And those emotions sparked up, from color being flown out the window.
He titled his head, raised his eyebrow, wondered into curiosity as he walked to pick up the thing.
A blue paper crane.
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Blue was his favorite color.
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Looking up he saw no one in the window that it had fallen from.
"Paper Cranes are silly."
So explain to me why he took thy so called "silly" thing and stuffed it into his pocket?
Careful not to smash it he walked away, hands in his pocket grasping the delicate paper.
It's too late baby there's no turning around...
He thought about it, who threw it down, and why it was a paper crane. Maybe he should throw it back... Nah.
All came to his final decision in his usual, 'Hn'.
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Uchiha Sasuke, his day had a pinch of fun - a spoonful of spice - a cup of color - and finally, the whole word of emotions.
Two weeks later...
He walked again through the road where he walked everyday, his house feeling so far even if it was just a 15 minute walk from school.
This time hands in his pocket looking down at the ground. He looked at the houses noticing that they led him closer to the paper cranes.
Ever since the account of two weeks ago he's been receiving them everyday after school. Sometimes only one, sometimes they would come in pairs.
He'll pick it up, glance at it, look up the window to see no one there, put the crane in his pocket, and walk away to his usual mood.
At home he'll look at all the colors he had- blue, red, green yellow, orange- a double dose of those mixes.
That was the most color he'd have in the day.
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But it wasn't until today that he reached it.
And found an empty spot there.
With no color waiting within the dull grounds of life.
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A little part of him saddened. Already those cranes felt like a part of his routines. Though small, it was pretty amazing.
He stood there, the place where it usually falls, not picking anything up- having nothing to glance at- having nothing else to stuff in his pocket but his hands- nothing but a...
Plop.
He gruffed, landing on his hair he felt it as a new color tumbled off it.
A pink paper crane.
The first pink paper crane.
Quickly he looked up the window it had fallen from and lastly saw strands of pink hair, before the place looking so empty again.
He didn't know whether to be creeped out, or intrigued.
I keep a sinister smile and a hold of my heart.
So did his usual glancing, stuffing, walking, contemplating routine.
Plus an added bonus of a slight smile on his face.
But Sasuke would never let people know of his happiness, for he was pure Uchiha. Strong, manly, stoic... and emo.
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Life was too easy, but why were these paper cranes so hard to figure out?
'Hn'.
A/N: New story :) Yes, yes, I will finish the other stories soon. BTW, this story in also an AU, thus it's 'alternate universe in the real life' sort-of-thing where Sasuke is a confusing teenage hearthrob who lacks emotions.