The sweetest shade of red
By vivi scarlett-sedai
All those photos… we took so many at Tohru's eighteenth birthday.
Hana and I went to get them all developed. Now, I'm scanning them in to the computer. Not my computer. Don't have one. School computer. There's only one scanner for students, and some first-year's getting pissed at me. I think she's got a project due tomorrow.
Never mind.
Got them all now. Time to e-mail them off.
Now. What ones to which people? Everyone gets any photo with them in, and ones of the birthday girl go to everyone.
I'm so tired. Spent almost all last night figuring that one out.
Hatori-san… Ayame-san… Kagura-san… Kisa-chan.
Hana-chan and Megumi.
Shigure, the prince and Tohru-chan, all one e-mail address.
Ritsu-san, Haru and Momiji.
That Hiro kid.
Yeah. Sent all those off. Who's left?
Of course. Orangetop. He has a different e-mail to the others at that house.
So I look through all the photos again, searching for the tell-tale orange-and-red that lets me know he's in the picture.
Almost finished. Where is it? The last picture I know I saw?
There it is. The perfect picture of him. He hasn't realized someone's got a camera, he doesn't like having photos taken. But he's laughing, he looks so natural. Not at all like one of those group-shots near the beginning that are all carefully arranged. It's perfect. And the look in his scarlet eyes- he's so happy, you can just tell. And when you look at the photo, his orange hair clashing with his red t-shirt in a way that no-one else could maintain their dignity with, his unselfconsciousness… and his scarlett-irised eyes, the sweetest shade of red.
