Itachi had roses all over his apartment. There were huge vases of them, bouquets, arrangements and scatterings of their color everywhere in the otherwise bland few rooms. The blooms were mostly a peach color, but there were a few white and pink, and rarer were yellow, and here and there amongst the calming pastels were the sudden bright maroon of blood-red roses that drew the eye inexplicably toward them. They were beautiful. Once he had a blue one, but it was clearly fake and the mistake was not repeated when it was learned he did not like fake things.
Pein walked into the door, smiling as he caught sight of his blackened angel as he looked up from his work at the table with eager surprise. Pein tucked a yellow rose into the bunch as Itachi ran up to him, embracing him and nuzzling his face into his coarse shirt with a smile. Pein hugged him back. "I'm sorry I was gone so long, love. I brought you a rose."