disclaimer: i don't own naruto~
o2. monochrome
She sees the world in vibrant colors, each one different from the next.
He sees the world in black and white, not a hint of gray within his reach.
She believes that no person is the same, that there is no classification such as good or evil. Life is happy for her, entertaining even. She is random, bright.
He believes they are all alike, varying merely by their sense of justice. Life is routine for him, boring and plain. He is predictable, dull.
One day she will show him how to see in color, draw him out of his shell. One day he will learn that no one is simply black or white but every hue imaginable. One day, some day, his life will become spontaneous, different, perfect.
Until that day, he sits, gazing at her as she waltzes about, hoping that if he is black, she is the purest of whites.