A/N: Yes, this fic will be in Sherlock POV. And, drabble style! I'll probably update regularly. Well, if I get enough good feedback, that is. Kekekeke. Enjoy.

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Chapter One – Eyes

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Ahem.

I followed the woman to her school again. She wore the same white blouse and red plaid skirt as all the other girls attending. Black coat this time, same red gloves along with that hideous beaten, yellow backpack. Mrs. Hudson tells me it's called "Egg-shell yellow".

Revolting color. Hate it.

Something was different today though. I just knew it. John says that it's something called a 'Gut instinct'. That's baffling, really.

Anyway. She had her hair pulled up into a high pony tail. Which, was odd considering she almost always left it cascading down her back. The ends curled slightly; they were natural, I could tell. It had a slight blue hue to it in the sunlight but looked completely black when shaded.

Peculiar? Very. It wasn't dyed since the blue traveled all the way up to her roots. And her skin, very tanned compared to most Asians. Can't be too sure if it's natural since the tan line doesn't seem to stop by the collar of her uniform.

Hm. Note to self: Find her true skin tone.

Moving on.

She nearly caught me today. Perhaps my disguise wasn't convincing enough? I was sure schoolgirls normally wore black stockings with their uniform. Anderson and Donovan roleplayed all the time and he always played the female. White next time, definitely.

Her eyes! – that's what was so...perplexing. They were an eerie shade of blue, like I was staring into an open sea. But the waters were chaotic – like a storm was just on the horizon. And it was just a split second but I just know they turned a shade or two darker when she finally made eye contact.

Haunted, guarded even.

There was something else in her eyes though. I had an inkling to what it is but I just can't seem to put my foot on it. Or is it finger? Urgh.

I'm getting frustrated.

I'll ask John when he comes back from his date with Sarah.

– SH