A/N: when you see pieces of old work. Why waste them when you can reuse them? Ei?? ;) sorry it's short

Title: Look at Me

"Usaratonkachi." He said monotonously.

I looked at him sadly. Pain engulfed my eyes. My glaze drifted to the bleak hard floor. It was bland and plain. It didn't show any emotion because it didn't have any. Sometimes I wondered if 'he' had any emotions. If he cared about anything. For I was certain he didn't even give me a second thought.

I forced anger onto my face. Scrunching my eyebrows and pulling a scowl; masking my pained face.

"Teme!" I brought up my fist and shook it in his face as I stood right in front of him. He was staring straight ahead not even glancing at me. My fist dropped. I didn't know what to do anymore. My bottom lip trembled and I took a step back. Tears rimmed my eyes.

Not once did he even look at me.

I turned my heel and decided to run away, somewhere I didn't have to handle his emotionless tendencies. His lack of sympathy. His cold persona.

I took a step forward when suddenly a arm took hold of my own. I was pulled back and into ones embrace. I stood there with my arms hanging by my sides. He pulled me in closer and whispered into my ear.

"I feel as though I don't deserve to look at you. Perfection is what you are to me. Me! A symbol of hatred has no right to look at the light, to look at you." Sasuke whispered.

I placed my arms around his torso and clasped on to him. Taking in his aura and scent.

"So you do look at me."

A/N: in the end... this wasn't canon...