Tattoo

Kin opened the door of the lair, peeked her head in looked to the left and to the right. No one seemed to be up. She sighed in relief. She tiptoed toward her room feeling as though she'd accomplished a grand feat, until the living room lamp clicked on.

She froze and whipped her head over toward the lamp. There sat Leo with a calm expression on his face, his eyes a steely grey. She stood up and fidgeted with the hem of her tank top, knowing he could see the plastic around the top of her arm.

"Hey," she said sheepishly. His eyes locked onto her arm. The picture there made him mentally smile, while his exterior remained stoic.

"What's that?" he asked. She looked down at her arm, and then back at him.

"Hahaha, plastic wrap," she said smiling. He raised an eyebrow and she sighed. "Ok, so I got a tattoo."

"Why?" he asked. "You know you're going to regret that when you're older."

"I really could care less Leo," she said glaring at him. "Right now, and as long as I have it I'm never going to forget my boys or anything that's happened with you! So later when were old and grey then you can tell me I told you so, but right now Leo, let me love it!"

The two engaged in a staring match for a few moments before Leo rose and enfolded her in a hug. She stood there shocked for a few moments before she hugged him back. He kissed the top of her head and smiled down at her.

Her tattoo was of a sakura tree with red, blue, purple and orange pieces of cloth tied to its branches and fluttering in the wind and a blonde girl playing the flute sitting under it, little pink petals swirling around her.

In truth he loved it too.