Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto

Warning: this fic will probably get dark later on.

An: this is inspired from by American Beauty and a book called Lolita.

Sasuke Uchiha was thirty years old and bored with life. As he woke up to a new day, he mentally sighed. He was exhausted with the routine of his life. He woke up every morning, rolled over and got out of bed. He walked to the bathroom, had a shower then ate the breakfast that his wife cooked for him. Then he would get dressed in a tight, sharp suit and grab his brief case. He would kiss his wife, Karin, goodbye then get into his car and drove out at approximately the same time as all the other working men in his neighbourhood. He would then work from nine to five in a high-rise office building where he was just high enough on the corporate ladder for it to cause a scandal if he ever dared step out of his daily routine.

It was dull and boring but it all changed in a sharp flash of pink.

Sasuke first saw her when he was waiting at the stop street for some children to cross. She was able to pull him out of his day dream with an ice cold, iron fist. It was as if someone had just dumped a bucket of ice cold water on his head.

Suddenly, everything was still, like he was floating in water. She stopped and looked at him with emerald eyes just swirled with all the depth of the ocean. Everyone else disappeared and it was just him and her. She blinked with long lashes as she unzipped her jacket and walked, at a crawling pace, and climbed seductively on the hood of the car. She opened up her jacket slowly, subtly showing her porcelain skin beneath. A blood red tongue flickered out to lick her own pale pink lips and when she opened her jacket fully, rose petals burst from her chest.

He blinked.

It was gone. The girl with the pink hair and the daydream that had possessed him so completely and suddenly had vanished. He gripped the steering wheel tightly. He felt sick as he continued to drive to work.

When he got there, he walked to his office in a daze. He ignored all the questions or greeting thrown at him and simply walked like a zombie to his corner office with a view of the city. He sat down in his designer chair and stared.

Every time he closed his eyes he would see her. It was as if she had been tattooed on the back of his eye lids. He was obsessed, violently so, that much was clear.

The next day, he drove down that same street, at the same time and saw her crossing again. This time he held his phone up, pretending to be texting but really he quietly snapped a photo of her. The photograph was blurred but he could make out the pinkette from a mile away.

That night, when he was in bed with his wife, they were both reading different books in complete silence. They had barely spoken a word to each other the entire time that Sasuke had been home. Karin knew better than to speak unless spoken to but tonight she turned to him and said,

"You seem different. Happier, I mean. Well, more awake. You just seem different."

Sasuke shrugged, "I'm fine, honey."

But that was exactly true. He felt more awake than he had in years. It was like he had been in a coma for ten years and he was suddenly waking up. His wife let it go there though and when she was asleep that night he couldn't help but take out his phone and look at the picture of the girl. His phone lit up his face with blue light and he smiled softly to himself.

She was just so beautiful, just so pure that Sasuke couldn't help but think of her as anything other than precious. She was like a porcelain doll he wanted to keep in a safe. He wanted to have her. He wanted her more than he had ever wanted anything in his entire life. He wanted her porcelain skin to crack when he touched her. He wanted to run his fingers through her hair and rip her clothes off with his teeth. He wanted to climb inside her and lock the door.

She couldn't be more than fourteen years old.