I AM SO HAPPY THAT I AM ON THE VERGE OF CRYING!!!!!!!
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She walked across the field, her long blue hair, swaying with the wind. The Sakura Trees looked as beautiful as before, yet she was still hypnotized by their majesty. She closed her eyes, and listened to the wind's song. It was singing a soundless lullaby that rang over and over in her ears. She found herself singing with the wind, seconds later. She couldn't help it. It was beautiful. Everything was beautiful. But there was something missing, a missing puzzle piece. She couldn't figure out what it was, but she felt like everything was useless without it.
She could not find it.
She could not find it.
The blond-haired animal lover stared at the strong, yet fragile girl beside her. She looked beautiful. Her raven hair glistening beneath the faint light of her firefly night light, one of her ingenius inventions. Her bangs were brushed away from her face by Ruka, who was staring at her, wishing she was his. Her eyes were closed, highlighting her long eyelashes. Her nose was small, often described as a button. Her pink lips looked so soft, and Ruka had to remind himself that he was nothing to her to stop him from kissing her. She was wearing a simple lavender nightgown, which hugged her curves. Unfortunately, half of her body was covered by a plum-colored blanket.
Ruka caressed her face, wishing she was his. He loved her. He loved her and she had already probably figured it out. She was Hotaru Imai after all. And he would never underestimate her. Ruka loved her yet, he couldn't bring himself to tell her that. To him, she was the most beautiful woman alive. Yes, there were models and artists who have undergone surgery, who liked him, but he only had eyes on her. Even if he wanted to, he would never bring himself to love someone else. Not that he would.
Ruka sighed, remembering the only reason why he was here. A project, he reminded himself, That's all. Yet, his mind wanted to believe something else. He couldn't help it. He was in love and you can never control your feelings once you're in love. And this was Ruka Nogi we're talking about. Ruka Nogi, who blushed over every little embarassment. Ruka Nogi, who stuttered when on a stage in front of hundreds.
Ruka Nogi was in love with Hotaru Imai.
Purple
Have you ever seen a punch mark on a person's face? Or perhaps the big dinosaur that idiotically sings idiot songs? Have you ever held your breathe for a long time? Or maybe you've seen the combination of red and blue? Let me tell you one thing, they're all purple.
I've always liked purple. To others, like the punch mark on a person's face, it symbolizes death. To a few, like Barney, it's very childish. To some, like the purple-ish colored face of a person holding his breathe, it's suffocating. And there are still some, artistic people, who adore the color purple and see the beauty of the perfect combination. Blue and red.
Blue was once used to symbolize girls and red for boys. Why? Blue looks calm, like the ocean. Red, in the meanwhile, symbolizes aggresiveness, something warriors have. Why, you wonder, are they different now? It seems a mystery to us, but that isn't even our point here.
Blue, the calm sea, combined with red, the blazing fire, makes a woman. Although calm and innocent, they are aggressive and strong at the same time. Purple is the color of women. Well, that's what I like to think. And so, that's the reason why I adore the color purple.
Satisfied now, Nogi?
~Imai Hotaru
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