Her nails were painted purple and her eyes were pale blue and both glittered.

He wasn't young anymore but she was and they both ran together. She took his hand and she ran with him. They ran until they came to a stop under a shade where they could relax and let it all come into bloom and when they left the shade, they were something new.

And they both glittered together and they let smiles slip together and they painted their faces and wiped them clean again. And the secrets could come out.

All that glitters does not approve and the sun can tell cruel tales. The moon will nurture their wounds and make everything seem better and make them stronger for the sun's next attack.

The others glitter, but in a different way, and they don't see the beauty and they don't hold the secret in their hands. They glitter but they turn away and the moon must pick up the pieces again, for it always does.

And she takes his hand and runs with him and they run under the cruel sun and find their familiar shade again, letting it all unfold again for even when they reemerge glittering in that new way and the others know why and scorn them, they hold they secret.

And she tangles her fingers in his long hair and she listens to his words and they run together and they glitter together.

And so Jiraiya and Ino fell in love.