Once, the smell of roses had led her to a garden and this had led to an encounter with a strange man.
(The skies were blue and everything was so, so bright.)
Her tiny fingers glided through the petals, seeing and feeling, the colour of red, she would know this very definition because mama had told her. Red is power, red is passion, red is blood and red is death. There was a slight skip to her every second step; she does not know sadness, she does not know pain, what she does know is death because eyes can see and she saw everyone's death. But death is a natural part of life and no matter what it was something she could not change.
(The first time she saw death, it was hers and she was hanging by the barest of thread.)
She saw his too.
(He asked for a story, she remembers a memory.)
He already knew.
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Everything was not as it seemed.
Every step was a second of your life, one misstep and it would trigger a movement. The barest of touch meant that you were weak and weak has no hold on the future.
The dance was like this; they were to flow like water, move like water. An evasion of an attack was not a dodge per say but a movement. Water cannot dodge, it flows, it moves.
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He moved like water.
He held out his hand and she took it. He showed her many things, best of all, power in her hands.
She did not see it, see, she felt it.
She felt it when his hands touched her face, her shoulders, her arms and it was such a strange feeling. His hands kept moving and flowing like water like how her father moved when he fights. At one point, she noticed she couldn't move and she struggled and tears formed and suddenly she felt light and she watched in a distant haze the strange man's mouth move.
(His words were water, soothing and wild and dangerous and everything that entranced her).
There were snakes in water. She had realized then.
There was a slight sting on her wrist. The wound faded as soon as it pierced. She didn't even notice.
'When you want it, you can have it anytime you wish.'
He smiled a kind smile that looked oddly strange on his face and went about his way. He left her there amidst the rose bushes and when Hyuuga Hiashi returned to fetch his wandering daughter, she was unusually boisterous and asked him what his favourite colour was.
When he offered no answer, she merely looked thoughtful.
'I like purple, O-tousan.'
Who's the one person who knows how to fuck with everyone? Heh. I think I quite like this pairing. Reviews are much appreciated. In my fangirly glee I noticed that they seem to have an affinity for the colour purple. It's quite interesting eh?