Author's Notes: I still don't own Hakuouki, though if I did, man, the things I would do. The only character I own is Kitsuki. And I make no profit from these writings, unfortunately.
Occasionally, however... There was a burst of vibrancy.
She came to see him. His world morphed from colorless to vibrant, startling shades of red and green, purples and yellows. Her eyes were blue. Her hair was the same startling shade as her father's. And that crooked smile she smiled looked like it'd been cut from Souji's and placed over her own mouth. The days didn't seem so long when he had her in his arms. He began to live through each week until the day he could see her again.
Her hands were tiny, his own engulfed them. Little fingers clung to his own long ones, his life-line clinging, breathing, gripping his very soul and chaining him to the world.
She couldn't walk. She couldn't feed herself. She wasn't capable of speech, or even inarticulate sounds usually barbled up by tiny lungs and vocal cords. But she smelled of home, of baby powder and mashed carrots that her caretakers fed her. She felt warm and bright in a life of dank colors and routine dampened figures.
She was a vibrant color burst in his life of one-tone thoughtlessness.