Flowers on his grave, like she'd promised the first time they'd met. She had seen him about to flee the village almost three years ago now. She now knew he'd been attempting to destroy the village, but she'd been young and innocent then, charmed by this plain-spoken stranger. After explaining he was a florist, he'd given her a single Camellia, asking one thing in return. She had responded by blushing, feeling something for him like she felt for Sasuke. The knowledge of what he really was somehow didn't change the feelings. They'd met in a world all their own.