He gave a short, quick look to the kid that just passed him. He looked–strange, to say the least.

     He got a glimpse of the ever so familiar pink strands and he knew–she was close.

          “Did you not have enough the first time I tried to kill you?”

     –That hair…

          “–Do you ever get tired of picking up fights?”

          “Heh–Well, long time no see.”

     The hair color was oddly familiar.
       "Well, you sure don’t look like you come from around here.“

       "I hope you’re here to tell me I have something to do.“

       He didn’t really know what to say and if there was anything to say–the words died off on his lips upon seeing the forehead protector.

       "–Sakura?“