Favors those Who can See Colors

Swirls of light and color died gray and black deaths when she closed her eyes and light chased away their memories soon after. The interesting man that had bought her a drink after seeing the way she danced so ferociously, because he'd seen right through the swing of her hips and the grinding of her ass on stranger after stranger that may or may not have looked like a him, was the bringer of this light.

She thought the worst of course, that he was going to use her the way non-consent posters posted on high school campuses warned her about at every turn, but he ended up using her in a way stuck in between awful and lucky. He dressed it up as a privilege with gifts of silken flowing dresses, jewelry and prestige but filled her mouth with words of lies and her ears with words of threats.

At some point she stopped fighting, maybe it was when she figured out that she didn't know exactly what she was fighting against, and became complacent with her doll-like station of compliance. It passed four months like this that felt like years on her conscience afterwards: it was only then that she saw the effects of her self-preservatory nature and it weighed like a guillotine being held aloft by only the pinkie of the weakest man.

So when she opened her eyes and saw the colors again, green and red, yellow and blue, she promised to fight again to make the images brighter and realer in hue. When she saw that future she promised to make it a reality.

It happened this way four months in, eyes that were used to watching worlds wrought with darkness in the reflection of a ball like a Gypsy woman were surprised to see a flash of obnoxious color. Orange. It blinded. She almost turned it off, because that's what demon whispers of compliance told her to do, but his sudden appearance made her watch on.

"Have you found what Orochimaru seeks?" The interesting man, whom turned from potential date-rapist to an accomplice to a much bigger crime named Kabuto, had been asking her this question for the last several days. It was confusing because Orochimaru, who was the real deity pulling the strings of his devout compliance driven worshipper, valued her no matter what she saw. Knowledge is power was his first commandment, and anything she pulled from the mess of gray and black that had become her vision was what he sought. But no, he was apparently seeking a specific piece to the puzzle, something that had to do with a Sasuke and a Gaara. Visions, however, were not meant for ears, especially not ears stuffed with threats and lies, so she didn't know if she had seen this Sasuke or Gaara.

"I saw something bright." Sometimes she found herself being too honest with Kabuto, even though she knew his strings were pulling him to whisper all confessions to his deity, but he was the only one the deity allowed her to speak to, otherwise her lips were sown shut with fear. And she needed this to be said aloud; for some reason that made the words tangible and true, away from the jumbled lies fighting for space in her head.

"Bright?" His voice was so soft and patient with her, an illusion of friendship she clung to.

"Orange. Is Gaara or Sasuke orange?" An image from a time she hadn't thought of in a while painted the idea of Sasuke and Gaara orange and shortened them to comical heights. She bit back a laugh to be misconstrued as lunacy.

"No, but Orochimaru will be pleased none the less." A nasty smirk crawled its way onto Kabuto's face. "Keep looking Estelle and you shall be rewarded." He petted her hair lightly before darting away to his appointed confession time.

Oh no, she'd made him too pleased if he'd called her by her true name and not Hoshi or Orakeru. Who was this Orange if not Gaara or Sasuke and why was he/she important? Now, she thought, she'd have to tread carefully.

Sometimes she saw things when she was out and about with the Kazekage making rounds in Suna. For instance, right after she'd taken up the way of compliance a month into her conversion. she'd seen flashes of red attacking brown in the midst of a sea of tan right before an ANBU arrived to tell the Kazekage that Gaara had murdered another ANBU. The Kazekage didn't seem bothered by it so she'd never mentioned her seeing it.

Still it happened, and it happened again shortly after seeing the Orange.

She was out with Kazekage making rounds and sporting the new garb of her imprisonment bought so generously by Kabuto when she saw the extent of her vision's color palette.

Orange was back, surrounded by red in swirls, swirls, violent swirls, clutching onto dark and in the backdrop the light was pale with soft blue undertones. And oh visions were not meant to provoke feelings, but she felt intense agony and anger over the dark things clutched in Orange's arms.

She stopped and the Kazekage gave her a look that demanded a sacrifice. She reattached a hand to his elbow and started speaking in soft tones of how the Orange was clutching the dark thing with agony and anger and red was embalming these feelings. This led to a hasty shortening of their walk of power and back into the gray and black and harsh light of interrogation. They made her sit in front of the ball and search. Repent. You shall be saved if you can find the dark thing again the Kazekage deity said. This is Sasuke it claimed, the Orange, they further preached, was Naruto. They needed to know that at least the dark thing-no Sasuke was alive.

It took hours, because she wasn't very good at searching, visions just came. They came like the tides or footprints across the desert. Finally though she found the orange Naruto again, accompanied by dark blue and white, Sasuke they reminded, also attended by pink and red and green and silver and blue.

It was all they needed to know, because they had apparently thought that Sasuke had died. Whatever it is that they needed him for they needed him for alive, where he could see the colors: orange, pink, red, silver, green and blue before they wiped it all away to be replaced with black, gray and only a white light to illuminate them.

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