A Friend by the Name of Freedom

ORANGE

"Naruto, why exactly is it that you wear black and orange?"

Naruto looked up at Sakura, confused.

"What do you mean, Sakura-chan?"

Sakura turned to see him more clearly, "You don't just wear orange and black together."

After a moment of silence, and change in personality, and a shift of thought, Naruto finally found the answer.

"Freedom."

Sakura looked at him intensely.

Naruto pointed to the orange on his jacket, "Though we pursue it",

He pointed to the black, "we also withhold it."

They sat in silence, because you can say nothing when you grow up too fast.

PURPLE

Hinata watched as her father trained Hanabi, as Neji calmly polishing his kunai, and she herself making a bruise cream.

Suddenly, Hanabi said, "You really shouldn't wear purple, it's too bold of a color for you."

Hinata looked up as her younger sister continued, "You strike me as a lavender girl."

She smirked.

Her father, who had grown to respect her eldest daughter a little more, stared at her.

Neji glanced for a moment at the sisters, curious.

Hinata sat the cream down and met her sister's gaze.

"You add white to purple, you get lavender. You add colors to lavender and you can get purple."

Hanabi said nothing.

Hinata, who had grown more comfortable with herself over the years, said, "I am lavender. But if I wanted I could be purple too. I won't change for you, my dear sister, just as you won't change for me."

"And just like you, I wish to be free."

PINK

Sakura sat on a bench, holding a pink flower in her hand.

"Kakashi-sensei?"

Said ninja grunted from the tree above her.

"When I was a small child, my mother told me that I was a beautiful pink flower, just like my name. That I was delicate."

He said nothing.

"I believed her."

She plucked a petal off the flower.

"I'd come home with a scrape, and she'd fix it."

Another petal.

"But my mother couldn't heal me when Sasuke-kun left."

Kakashi set down his book.

She continued, "But my dad didn't try to heal me. He took me outside one day, sat me down, set me straight, and put it into perspective."

She turned to him, her eyes a deep green.

"He told me that when a flower dies, people will say that it is unfortunate, because the flower was pretty."

She looked at the sky, her fist clenching.

"But if I were to die, that people would say that it is unfortunate, because I wasn't smart enough."

XXX

I haven't written in such a long time, but I won't update this often, but when I do, it will be in sets of three colors, such as this.

For your information, the word black in "ORANGE", took me five minutes to type, because my fingers didn't seem to want to touch the "b" key. It was odd.

Lotsa Love,

The Queen of Ramen,

Ramenism