Ninety
A child had painted a picture for her.
It was a mess, acrylics everywhere, not any real shape or definition. Pink, yellow, silver, and black smeared together along with red, orange, even more black, and green. Blue pushed away on the top, the sky she thought, but she wasn't sure. However, when she looked down at the grinning boy, she smiled.
"I love it, Akito," she said, placing an old hand on his shoulder. He beamed, his light hair seeming to give him a halo.
"I made it just for you! Our teacher told us to make a picture of someone who we admire! Our hero, he said! So I did you! And then he showed me a picture and I decided to do you with your friends! See, that's Naruto, and Sasky, and Kakashi, and you in the middle!"
She laughed quietly at his mispronunciation.
"Is Naruto your hero?"
"No!"
"Is it Sasky?"
"Uh-uh."
"Kakashi?"
"Who then?" She was confused.
"You, silly!" He laughed at her expression then. "You look like a surprised elephant, Haruno-san!"
She reached out a slightly shaking hand in response and tickled him until her bones creaked, making them both laugh.
The picture sat on the table, catching the sunlight and making the features of one girl much more apparent. But the old woman and the boy did not notice.