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Chapter 4: JiraiyaTsunade

Blood

She hates blood. She hates its color, the mere sight of it. For her, blood signifies pain, death, anxiety. It was one of the rare things she secretly keeps in herself.

She had no idea how on earth he had known about it. She never tells him anything about her fears or her hatred of a few things…

She wondered and realized…

Perhaps, he had known it because of the anxiety that cross her face every time he indulged himself into fights. Or how her eyes watered on looking at the color of thick red on his face, his lips, or any part of his body…

Perhaps, it's because of the way she looked at his features covered with blood, like she's too afraid of losing him. Or maybe because of the way she'll heave a deep sigh of relief, smiling softly before smacking his head and hugging him tightly.

Perhaps…He saw the love in her eyes…

She wondered and realized…

Perhaps, she doesn't really hate blood… What she hates is the pain that comes together with it, the pain it's sight will cause her and her loved ones. The pain of seeing those important to you get hurt…It is what truly disgusts her…