A/N: While I continue to work on the update for Inferno, please have this small drabble as a peace offering to read while you wait (that chapter's turning into a long one ^^').
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Akito sits in the windowsill, watching the blossoms fall.
Cherry trees are her favorite trees – which was why she'd asked Hatori to go outside and collect some of their blossoms for her. She likes the little flowers.
Shigure had given her a flower.
She smiles, remembering.
Her favorite flower….
A camellia, he told her it was.
She thinks that he would like that she's kept it after all this time…but she's not sure if he'd like where she's been keeping it, petals pressed between pages of her journal – something he'd also given her.
A chill shoots though the room – she realizes it's wind blown through the open door as her dragon returns, mounds of blossoms in his arms. He places them next to her, and she waves him away, dismissing him after he bows. Once he leaves, she starts to put them in the book, too.
She wonders why it, the preserving action, doesn't quite feel right – she frowns slightly, then has a thought that alarms her.
Petals don't belong in books. They belong on flowers.
But, she argues with herself, they're safer there! There – where no one can get to them! No one, no one but me! And no one can break them – just as no one can break the bonds between a god and his Jyuunishi!
Then she has another thought that sends a shiver down her spine, racking her entire frame with the spasm.
No one can break them…but each other.
Akito sits in the windowsill, watching the rest of the people fall – fall like petals on flowers and blossoms on trees…unprotected from the outside world.
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