I don't own Hanazuki: Full of Treasures.
Note: To be completely honest, I didn't really know what to do for an emotion as vague as Inspiration... I tried to make a scenario that made as much sense as possible in order to incorporate this mood into the story. Sorry if this is a slight decrease in quality in comparison to previous chapters.
Hanazuki should have taken her sadness' warning seriously.
Her inspiration, Lavender Hemka, appears to her right at the doorway, shyly nudging at the ground and trying to avoid eye contact.
"Aren't you cute," Hanazuki whispers, taking a small step forward, "it's nice to meet you, Lavender..."
The emotion covers his face with both ears, trying to hide the fact that he was blushing. After a moment, he simply bolts away.
"Hey! Wait! Don't run away..." The Moonflower attempts to chase her emotion down, but instead, comes face to face with a whole maze of inspiration treasure trees instead. She skids to a halt as her inspiration vanishes into the confusing, intertwining forest of matching trees.
Her inspiration was just as shy as the real Lavender Hemka. Of course. But perhaps this could all be some sort of test...
How could she find him now?
Sighing, Hanazuki starts to walk into the lavender woods, each treasure tree bashfully covering their faces when she went past them, peeking through their leaves to watch her.
"You don't have to be shy around me," the girl calls out, stumbling a bit on the tangled tree roots, "you're a part of me!" With this said, she faceplants after tripping over a fallen treasure, the offending tree hiding its face, bearing a guilty expression.
"Ugh..." Hanazuki takes a moment to lift herself up from the ground and recover, noticing that the treasure that tripped her was in the shape of a notepad, a few words scrawled on the page. Picking it up, she reads.
Follow the trail of Treasure Trees and you'll remember inspiration! Good luck!
PS: Beware of the Mazzadrils!
Why were there Mazzadrils in here!?
At least she'd gotten a warning... Hanazuki runs through the trail of trees as instructed, meeting her inspiration at the end.
He applauds for her, but bounces away for a second time before the Moonflower can say anything.
"Doesn't talk much," she remarks, before the ground begins to shake violently beneath her feet.
A Mazzadril.
As she had expected, the massive creature stomps towards her, its single yellow eye staring her down.
At least her Fear was kind enough not to recreate her nightmares. Lavender is observing her a safe distance away, a party horn in mouth and a foam finger covering one ear.
She was supposed to ward off the Mazzadril somehow? Hanazuki glares at the Hemka, who nervously smiles, the party horn making a weak noise.
As the monster ominously approaches the Moonflower, she searches for something, anything that could distract it.
A simple sentence flashes before her eyes, burning into her memory.
Look up.
So she obeys, and a sudden idea forms in her head like a lightbulb being switched on.
The Treasure Tree forest.
What if the Mazzadril is susceptible to the treasure juice?
As her highlights begin to shine a bright fuchsia color, the Moonflower runs to the nearest tree, picking off and gathering as many lavender treasures as she possibly could, chucking them at the Mazzadril with quite accurate aim, the colorful shapes melting into liquid and oozing into the beast's scales, causing them to glow the same color... and express the same mood. Lavender Hemka, glowing just like Hanazuki, cheers her on, excitedly bouncing up and down, and ruining his little party horn in the process of celebrating the Moonflower's victory and successful reminder of inspiration.
The Mazzadril looks almost enamored, mesmerized, enthralled by something in the distance, gazing straight past Hanazuki now. It even lays down in an almost docile way, doing so much as allowing Hanazuki to pat its humongous head. Inspired.
Curiously, Hanazuki turns to face the direction in which the monster was staring. And she, too, falls under the spell of the extraordinary thing, her highlights still glowing fuchsia even after this long time.
A line of large Treasure Trees, all glowing, glittering, and in the rainbow order, all led her to the next, dark purple door.
Courage.
Excited, the Moonflower follows the line, counting as she passes them.
Red, orange, yellow, lime green, dark green, light blue, dark blue, and lavender.
Feisty, wacky, happy, scared, mellow, glamorous, sad, and inspired...
All that was left were courage... and then, love.
But it felt like there was something else, some other emotion that she had failed to remember.
It wasn't despair. It was something... positive.
Lavender Hemka follows the Moonflower to the door, looking quite innocent, as if he hadn't sent a giant Mazzadril after her at all. His presence distracts her from her thoughts.
But her inspiration had found her a solution. Hanazuki wasn't upset at all.
The fuchsia glow fades, and Hanazuki pets the Hemka, who hides his eyes again, but doesn't run away this time.
"Awww," she giggles, "you're so adorable... It's okay to be shy, guy, it's hard to express your ideas to others, but they really are inspiring..."
She kisses the silent emotion's head, stifling another laugh as he bashfully peeks at her through his ears, blushing again. So cute.
"Thank you for reminding me of inspiration," Hanazuki smirks, pushing open the dark purple door, her smile growing when she notices Lavender is giving her a little hesitant wave goodbye.
It's amazing what you can do, even without the use of words.
Waving back, the Moonflower takes a deep breath as she steps through the barriers between inspiration and courage.
Time to be brave.
This chapter is short because inspiration is just... really confusing
and since each emotion takes after the Hemkas, this one is always hiding and quiet, so there's that, too
A FOR EFFORT, F FOR QUALITY