Disclaimer: Inuyasha: Sengoku o-Togi Zoushi does not belong to me in any way, shape, or form. This is a work of fanfiction and was written for entertainment purposes only. No profits are made from the writing or reading of this story. Only original characters and situations are © copyrighted by me.

Dedication: To Elementsofmine, who wrote the kick-ass "Stained Red", which is also a NarKag involving colors! (And also because she is just much of the coolness. –in Teen Girl Squad voice- Soo goood!)

Rainbow
©2004 by Kei

In red, she looked like she'd bled out, been slashed through the heart by half-demon claws.

In red, she was gaudier than a hiemal sun.

In red, she thought to herself that she matched his eyes and his intent.

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Orange was a hard color to find, but she found it. She had that special talent for locating that which was hidden.

Orange was an orchard in Florida in a season when winds muttered angrily and curled above restless seas.

Orange was her plucking a ripe fruit from a branch, peeling away the bitter outer skin, sinking her teeth deeply into the tart flesh, juice sputtering from her stinging bitten lips.

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She said yellow was a favorite color of hers. She had a yellow dress, a yellow cardigan.

She said yellow was a primary color, that it could help make orange and green when mixed with other colors. She rather liked art class, she mentioned pointlessly.

She said yellow was the color she had always colored the sun in childhood crayon scrawls. She missed the sun, but thought she would probably miss him more.

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Wasn't green symbolic of newness, of freshness, she asked. It reminded her of the smell just after rain.

Wasn't green the color of life, of plants and leaves, of nature?

Wasn't green the hillside in which she would be buried?

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Her eyes were blue. Not pure blue, there was a bit of grey, but mostly blue, those very vibrant eyes.

Her eyes were blue, full of light even when they held his reflection that was nothing but dark. Blue eyes were full of light even when they were full of tears.

Her eyes were blue even after she loved him.

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Didn't indigo sound strange on the tongue, she asked. It was a bit of an odd word, but it was useful, she added.

Didn't indigo mean the night sky, clear of clouds, dotted by a huge ivory moon and tiny white stars?

Didn't indigo look good on her? Impulsively he had that kimono sewn and was privately satisfied by her grateful joy.

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Violet reminded her of him, of a fake prince living in fog.

Violet reminded her of all she had given up, the people, the places, the feelings.

Violet reminded her of blue eyes and red eyes melting, blurring, creating a tiny being with eight limbs and a quarter of demon blood in its veins and wild violet eyes that saw nothing when they looked at her.

-finis-

NOTES:

I wrote a seemingly vague-ish NK story that I actually understand (a rare occurrence)! Wow, I am so proud of me. I also managed repetition, which I hope didn't get too boring or awkward. I also hope this didn't get too touchy-feely. I have difficulty with angst. Five or six years ago, I might not have, but now— Well, it just ain't my forte, ya know what I mean? Oh, the days of my pretentious, angsty adolescent self-absorption: I'm glad they're over!

Thank you very much for reading. Please honor this unworthy person by leaving a review with comments, questions, critiques, etc.

Appreciatively,
Kei