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| - Hitomi had hated her eyes for a while now. Everyone had thought her eyes were beautiful, but she never thinks about them as much as everyone else does. If I could change them, I would.. she thought back to when she first got to the village, everyone avoided her because her bright pink eyes, they seemed odd and stood out in the crowd full of people. She had a hard time making friends at the academy because of it. Stupid eyes.. she took in the soothing air that seemed to flow in Konoha's forests. She had been only studying her reflection Amongst the people of Konoha, there was one renowned face the people of the village just couldn't forget. This man was Ishihara of the Uchiha. In his past Ishihara was shunned from what terrors his clan members had once brought into the world. However, at this age, he'd become a renowned shinobi throughout the village, with respect comparable to the Hokage herself. People left and right greeted him. "Ishihara-san! How are you?", "Ishi-kun, you're looking good as always." These were things he heard daily, but sometimes didn't pay much attention to it. Ishihara, while known for his abilities, was also known for the way he dressed. Today, he wore a white button down long-sleeved shirt with the top two buttons unbuttoned, covered by a black vest. Around the collar of his white shirt he had a navy blue tie on, longer than the average tie. But enough of his style, he just wanted to start his day of with a bit of slowness. In the distance however, could see a woman in the set distance. She was a bit off from everyone of the village. She looked as if she kept to herself, and that people possibly kept from her. "It couldn't hurt could it?" Ishihara stated, as he literally vanished using his own pure speed, appearing on the other side of the walkway slowly making his way towards the woman. With his eyes closed right and his head turned towards the side, his face was bright with a smile as he spoke to the woman. "Hey there."
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