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So, this is the penultimate prompt! Oh, M, Gee! It feels like I've been doing this for so long too... Well, it'll be goodbyes next chapter. For now, enjoy!
050. Flower
Jasmine.
I will never forget how the flowers looked in her hair. How they became entangled in the eggplant strands, and the soft petals of the small jasmine flowers resting in her hair. How they were pressed between her fingers as she put her hand in her hair, a newer sign of nervousness. How gentle she was with each of the petals. How calm and serene they looked in her hair next to the endless lavender eyes. How the delicate, papery, whitish, reddish flowers looked next to her soft creamy skin. I will never get how they look in her hair out of my mind.
It seems strange, but I can remember how they looked when we were young. Before we started school, before I even knew her name, I saw her. She was alone, in her garden, I guessed - although I later found out it was her mother's. It's all a bit fuzzy at first - but it was so many years ago now. She was sitting under a tree coated in white, reddish flowers, whilst another woman with purple eyes and dark purple still hair was a way off, singing gently as she dug into the shallow flower beds, her stomach protruding just enough for it to be noticeable. She was almost asleep, looking up at the branches above her, but the flowers that had fallen from their high up perch were resting all over her - in her hair, and falling down her clothes. I was mainly struck by how weird her hair and eyes were, but I remember thinking that the flowers were pretty. It must've been something if, even now, I still remember how she looked.
I didn't see her much until, many years later, I'd come back from training. It must've been at least thirteen years; I was sixteen now, and she was just two months behind me. It was a few days that is been back, when I saw her, sitting under a tree far up in the hills. I didn't know it at the time, but Granny Tsunade told me later that Jasmine trees grow all over Konoha - but I just thought that it was her, and her beauty. I'd never really noticed them elsewhere. There she was again, sitting under the tree, writing in a book this time. I didn't get close enough to see what was in it, but it's always bugged me. She had just a few slight fallen flowers resting in her hair, and when she ran a hand through her hair, she picked out each of the flowers gently, smiling as she looked up and saw the tree above her. She looked so serene, so happy.
After the war... I was split. I was so happy, that Sasuke was back, and that we'd won, and I'd seen my father again, but then there were the casualties - Neji from the Konoha 11, and we thought that Hinata wasn't going to wake up from her dream at first... she was so peaceful, so calm. I sat by her and, when there was too much space in the tent during the day, I carried her out and sat her under a tree. I didn't care what tree it was, nor did I even notice, I just focused on her, and her face, and waited for her eyes to open. When they finally did, only then did I notice the reddish white Jasmines in her hair.
I took her to the biggest grove of Jasmine trees I could find when, a few years later, I proposed to her. I was nervous, and my hands were shaking, but I'd prepared everything and even roped in Sakura to practice on - much to her ire, when I inevitably got distracted. She looked at me with such placid eyes, and I calmed down so much. And the white jasmine flowers, falling all around us in the late spring's gentle breeze, settled on her hair amidst the deep blue-purple strands, and I knew I didn't have to worry.
Now that my daughter sits under the Jasmine trees too, the whitish flowers settle in her reddish-purple hair, and the petals are shaken out with a flick of her head, or she'll take then in her narrow fingers. I recognise the look that that boy gives her all too well, when he sees her with the flowers in her hair.
Jasmine = Unconditional and eternal love (in the Philippines, particularly – I know that Jasmine flowers are big over there) in Plant Symbolism
Yeah, quite fluffy, mostly family-centric there. I don't think I've done a family-focused one-shot for this pairing before... Well, please review if you liked it and follow for more. Thanks!
