Dark and metallic, his eyes were. It was one of the first thing I noticed about him. His beautiful, angelic, gray-blue pupils filled with curiosity and determination. Even now, years later, as I stare into them as they glow brightly like a pair of rubies filled with hatred. However inappropraite it may be to recall such happy memories at a time like this, I can't help but notice the same stare of the sweet boy I first met in those eyes.
Looking into the scarlet eyes I can still see the boy I had befriended, the boy I trained with, the boy I stayed with, the boy I fought with, the boy who was there for me and the boy who I grew to love. His eyes hold a different feeling now. They showed less innocence, less purity. But I can still recognise the one I fell for in those admirable rose pupils. I can still recall the events of our first meeting. A much happier memory, one that filled me with bliss.
I close my eyes. Just say the word and I'm back in the Hunter exam so many years ago...