Umber
adj. having an earthly color
"Shit," He mutters, "just…shit." There isn't really a better word to describe their situation. The sky is gray. The forest is burning. He's running out of options. She's dying.
"Come on, come on." He forces himself to think. He's spent so very many years as a shinobi, seen so many deaths of so many that he held dear. He wanted to prevent this one, was going to prevent this one.
Tearing away his porcelain mask, he crushes his lips to hers, trying to put breath back in her lungs and life in her eyes, refusing to let her become like the trees. She was the only one left in this futile war.
Distantly he remembers an oath he made to himself, that he would never again let anyone grow close to him, but it was a broken oath. The moment she entered his life, she broke through to his heart. In the first time they touched to their first dance to their first kiss to the first time she found herself in his bed one stormy night, she became the person he would swear a new, unspoken oath to. And finally, he knows what that oath is.
It was an oath that she would be the one that he would give his life to protect. Ashes to ashes. His life was now worth double, because he was nothing without her. He would not let her die. There was already too much smoke in the forest.