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Konosuke packed up his small bag, and slung it over his shoulder, heading over to the door. Opening the door and closing it behind him, his Kikaichuu locked the door with its own special chakra, and he walked down the stairs to the street below, singing a song called, “Song of the Wind”, otherwise named, “Kaze no Uta“.
“When the hydrangea flower blossoms, does a gentle wind blow? Sometimes, that’s what I dream. If we meet again, will a gentle wind blow? A flower fluttering in the wind would descend from above you, and fall gently upon your chest…” He stopped whistling when he heard a small voice from beside him.
“That’s a beautiful song, Konosuke-kun. Do you always sing when you are alone?” Konosuke turned to the person who had spoken to him, and his heart jumped into his throat. It was Nikkô, the Hyuuga girl that he secretly loved.
“Ah, Nikkô-sama, to what do I owe this honor? And why did you call me ‘Konosuke-kun?’” Nikkô smiled, and Konosuke almost melted right there. She was so cute. Her hair was back in a ponytail, like his, but it was longer and had more shine to it. Her eyes were white, of course, with a soft, playful look to them. Currently, Nikkô was wearing a white kimono with pink and white cherry blossoms on it. Her hair wasn’t tied up with a simple band, but instead, a white ribbon in a bow.
“I just saw you walking there on the street, and heard your singing. If my bodyguards had been here, I wouldn’t have had this opportunity. We haven’t been able to speak for so long, because of my family, and I couldn’t pass this up. And I called you Konosuke-kun because you and I are close friends, or did you forget?” She made a false pouting face, and Konosuke said hurriedly, “No, no, I didn’t forget! It’s just, you always used to just call me Konosuke-san, I guess it just sounded weird.”
They didn’t talk for a few minutes after that, just walking together, when Nikkô asked, “So, Konosuke-kun, where are you going? I noticed your pack. Is it a mission?” Konosuke shook his head, and said, “I was just going to the inn here in Konoha. I am on a short break from my duties, so I decided to spend it at the hot springs there.”
Nikkô gasped, pleased. “You are going there as well?! That’s wonderful! We can keep each other company. My father wouldn’t send my bodyguards with me to a place where I would need so much privacy.” Konosuke nodded his head, smiling, but on the inside he was trying to keep himself from shouting out and rejoicing.
‘Gotta keep myself in control. If Hiashi gets word of anything between me and Nikkô-sama, he’ll kill me, and possibly try to take it out on the rest of the Aburame as well. Hiashi isn’t her father, she’s from the Branch House, but she is still of the Hyuuga, and they are forbidden to dishonor the clan in any way as well. If she is caught with me, they might hurt her. I couldn’t give a damn about myself, they can hurt me all they want, but if Hiashi tries to activate Nikkô-sama’s Curse Seal, I’ll kill him with my bare hands if need be.’
Later, at the Inn/Hot Springs
Konosuke had no idea that Nikkô would request that they get a room together at the Inn. And he had been really surprised when the hostess actually agreed to it. Anyone else would think it suspicious that two pre-18 teenagers would get a room together.
He laid out his small amount of things, and sat at the small square dinner table, legs crossed, across from Nikkô. The food arrived shortly, and it was extremely lavish. There was finely sliced lion fish, shark fin soup, sushi, rice, assorted fruits, and various other delectable foods. Konosuke was drinking sake, which was completely legal in Konoha at his age. He drank sake often, but wasn’t an addict. It was more of a simple pleasure to him, and he had never before been drunk, or even lightheaded.. Nikkô, however, was drinking water, and taking small bites from the onigiri she was holding in her hands.
Konosuke took a piece of sushi and took a small nibble, testing it, and discovered it to be very good, so he quickly put the rest in his mouth, swallowing it after two bites. Nikkô giggled, and said, “You shouldn’t eat that quickly, Konosuke-kun. You might choke. Besides, if it’s that good, shouldn’t you take your time, and enjoy it?”
Konosuke nodded, smiling, and began eating again, more slowly. Then he remembered something. “Nikkô-sama, how is your injury?” Konosuke had heard recently that Nikkô had been hurt by the blade of a thief, while she was on a mission.
“It is fine. The healers did what they could. Though it hurts occasionally.” Just then, she grimaced, and placed her hand on her lower left leg. Konosuke jumped to his feet, going to her aid in a blur. “Are you alright, Nikkô-sama? Is that where it hurts?” he asked, indicating the spot where her hand rested. She nodded, and Konosuke requested that she lift the lower part of her kimono so that he could get a better look at it. It wasn’t nearly as well healed as he had thought it would be. There was a gauze bandage wrapped all around the spot, and when he lifted it, the area around the wound was reddened, and the actual wound where the blade had penetrated was bleeding slightly.
Konosuke groaned, and said, “What moron did this? I’m an assassination specialist, and I could do a better job than this. You said an actual healer did this? Must’ve been drunk or something…”
He reached over to his bag, and grabbed a fresh bandage, along with some disinfectant, and redressed the wound. When he was done, she said, “Wow, you’re really good at that. I thought you said you were an assassination specialist?”
Konosuke tilted his head questioningly at her. “I am. Why?”
“Because, you would make a great Medical Ninja as well. I felt better the instant you put the bandages on!” Konosuke turned a little red, but not enough for it to be noticed by Nikkô. “Thank you, Nikkô-sama. I will seriously consider doing so, if only for the possibility to one day be of service to you.”
He clapped his hand over his mouth. He hadn’t meant to say the last part out loud. Nikkô’s eyes were open wide, and she was staring at him, speechless. Then she lowered her head, and Konosuke felt bad, thinking he had made her sad or uncomfortable in some way.
“I am very sorry, Nikkô-sama, I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable. Please, forgive me.” Nikkô shook her head, her long dark hair waving about.
“It is alright. Actually, I understand. Since we were friends, you know, we became closer, and being distanced by the Hyuuga from you… it strengthened the bond with you as well. You aren’t just a friend, anymore.”
Now it was Konosuke’s turn to be speechless. He couldn’t have just heard her right. Could he?
The moment was ruined when Hyuuga Hiashi slammed open the paper screen door, his white eyes glaring at Konosuke. Behind him stood the inn hostess, who, Konosuke assumed, had told Hiashi that he and Nikkô were there together. Now he wished he had thought of why the hostess had allowed them to stay in the same room earlier.
“Nikkô, why are you with this… this piece of trash?” It was Hiashi who had spoken, and it had been without anything but hate in his voice. Nikkô fidgeted uncomfortably under the Hyuuga head’s gaze, and said, “But… we are… were friends. Now, I think I might
lo-”
She was cut off by a swift backhand to her cheek by Hiashi, sending her flying several feet. Konosuke stood up angrily, getting between Hiashi and Nikkô, so that he couldn’t hurt her any more without going through him first. Hiashi just continued to glare at him. “You can’t be with anyone in my clan. Aburame are the lowest of the trash that resides in this village, and not even a child from the Branch House can be with one. That would be a great dishonor, and as the most prominent bloodline carriers in this village, I can’t allow this. Now, get out of my way, boy.”
Konosuke stood still, right where he was. “I will not move.” Hiashi grinned, which scared Konosuke more than the glaring did.
“I know something that will get you to move,” said Hiashi with a sneer. He made the appropriate hand sign, and Nikkô’s Curse Seal was activated, making her cry out from the pain of it. Konosuke used created three insect clones to keep Hiashi busy temporarily, and gathered up Nikkô in his arms, running out the door. Hiashi roared, and performed Kaiten, destroying the three clones quickly, and running after them.
As he ran, Konosuke talked to Nikkô, who was still in his arms. “Nikkô-sama, are you okay?! He didn’t activate it too long, did he?!” She shook her head.
“I am fine, Konosuke-sama. It wasn’t used too long. It’ll be alright.” She closed her eyes, and went to sleep, exhausted from the strain that the seal had placed upon her body. Konosuke leaped into a tree, and leaned against the tree trunk, holding her close so that she wouldn’t fall out. Quickly, he performed Kirigakure no Jutsu, concealing everything within a mile in a dense fog. That would disable Hiashi’s Byakugan, meaning that they couldn’t be found.
Konosuke constantly berated himself for a few hours. ‘How could I have done this? She can’t return to her home. Hiashi might actually kill her! She has to be somewhere that he can’t find her. Wait… the Hokage. He understands, I know he does. He can help me figure this out, and Hiashi won’t be able to do anything about it.’
He heard a small, almost undetectable sound in the bushes just then, and he shifted Nikkô slightly so he could see who it was. It was Hiashi. He was walking towards their tree, slowly, as if unsure. Konosuke held his breath when Hiashi walked underneath, and the Hyuuga looked up into the tree that they were concealed in.
Then Hiashi walked past, not seeing them through the fog. When Konosuke was sure that Hiashi was far away, he breathed a sigh of relief, placed Nikkô on his back, and ran rapidly towards the Hokage’s home.
He knocked on the door, and Sarutobi opened the door, yawning. “What is it, Konosuke? And why do you have Nikkô-san with you?” Then he realized exactly what was going on, and ushered him inside. “You angered Hyuuga Hiashi, didn’t you?”
Konosuke nodded. “Nikkô-sama basically confessed to me, and of course you know the resentment he harbors for my clan. He activated Nikkô-sama’s Curse Seal, and now I fear that she can’t return to the Hyuuga. She might be killed, to prevent her from shaming the Hyuuga clan.”
The Sandaime thought it over for a minute. He then sighed, seeing the only way out of this. “I have to say, this is quite a predicament you have gotten her and yourself into. The only way I can think of is to have her live with you.” Konosuke gaped at the Hokage, open-mouthed. “Her? Live with me? Are you sure?!”
Sarutobi nodded. “Hiashi knows where the Aburame clan house is. However, he doesn’t know where you live. It is safest at your apartment. Just to be on the safe side, however, during your breaks, I must insist that you stay in the apartment. He will probably assume that she ran away from Konoha after several days. We will have to be extra careful then, to make sure that he doesn’t see her, or he might issue a kill-on-sight order to all the members of the Hyuuga Main House.”
Konosuke wasn’t sure Nikkô would be comfortable with this, but he went along with it anyway. As he saw it, this plan did seem to be the only way.
When Nikkô had woken, he explained the situation, and the Sandaime’s plan. At first, she had wide eyes when he had mentioned the part about them living together, then she was nodding her head, and smiling. When he asked her how she felt about it, she responded, “It sounds really nice, Konosuke-sama. I would love to live with you.”
They smiled at each other, and excused themselves from the Hokage’s house, explaining that they had to get back to Konosuke’s house before the Hiding-in-mist technique disappeared. Sarutobi waved goodbye to them, and as he slipped under the covers of his large bed, he smiled to himself. “Those two lovebirds should work out, if all goes according to plan.” The Hokage had a plan to soften the relations between the Hyuuga and the other clans of Konoha, and he intended this to be the first step.
The Next Day
Nikkô woke up in Konosuke’s bed, and wondered where she was. Then she remembered what had happened, and saw Konosuke sleeping on the floor at the foot of the bed, a kunai clenched in one of his hands, in case Hiashi somehow figured out where they were.
She recounted the events of the previous night, going back over everything. Konosuke had gotten between she and Hiashi, stopping him from hitting her any more, and he had then rescued her by distracting Hiashi with clones, to stop him from using the Curse Seal against her. Shortly after that, she had blacked out. When she came to, she was with the Hokage and Konosuke, who had explained everything to her.
While still slightly in shock by how quickly everything had played out the night before, she couldn’t help but be happy about her situation. She was no longer in the danger of the Curse Seal, and she no longer considered herself part of the Hyuuga. There were much better things, and she thought briefly about vowing to never use the Byakugan again, then Konosuke woke up.
She jumped from the bed, landing beside him gracefully. “How are you, Konosuke-sama?” He rubbed his eyes, and said, “I should be asking you that. Your seal was activated last night, and you were struck in the face by one of the strongest people in Konoha.” Nikkô shook her head.
“I am fine, Konosuke-sama. Now, what would you like for breakfast?” Konosuke blushed, and looked down at the floor to hide it. Nikkô was almost acting like a wife, and it was making him feel weird. His emotions weren’t so easily concealed right now. His shades were off, and his jacket had been removed at the Inn, which meant his face was completely showing.
“It’s fine. I will make breakfast for both of us. Believe it or not, I’m a really good cook. And, by the way. Could you please drop the ‘-sama’, when you say my name? I feel that we are close enough now.”
Nikkô nodded, and said, “And you can just call me Nikkô now, as well. You are right. We can’t be just friends now.” Konosuke stood, and helped her up as well. They walked to the kitchen and Nikkô sat at the table while Konosuke started making the meal.
After a few minutes of silence, Nikkô said, “Konosuke, you know the song you were singing yesterday?” Konosuke said “Yes.”
“Could you sing it again?” He nodded, and started singing it in a soft voice. Each line made Nikkô feel like she was drifting to another world, and she felt sleepy once again, lulled into a feeling of warmth and safety by the words.
When the hydrangea flower blossoms,
does a gentle wind blow?
Sometimes, that’s what I dream.
If we meet again, will a gentle wind blow?
A flower fluttering in the wind would descend from above you,
and fall gently upon your chest...
He finished the song, and Nikkô wished it wouldn’t have had to end.
“Konosuke, where did you learn that song?” She thought she saw him flinch, and hoped that she hadn’t touched on a sensitive subject. She was relieved, but still slightly worried when he responded, “My mother.” There wasn’t any tone to his voice, just a hollow, empty feeling to it, and Nikkô instantly knew what it was that made him flinch.
“I’m sorry, Konosuke. I didn’t know that she was… gone.” Konosuke finished the meal, and laid the dishes out on the table, which were laden with various foods. “It’s fine, really. Anyways, back to you. Let me see the Curse Seal.”
“Why?”
“I want to make sure there wasn’t any damage.” Nikkô was confused. “How do you plan on doing that?” Konosuke smirked at her. “I might be a silent killer, but I am training to become a Medical Ninja. I started researching it, even before you suggested it to me yesterday. So, I’m just going to check to see if the activation of the seal caused any damage that might require attention.”
Nikkô agreed reluctantly, but before she removed her headband, she said, “But can you turn away for a moment?” Konosuke was thrown for a loop on this one. “Why do you want me to not look? You’re just removing your headband, correct?” Nikkô shook her head, and said, “They put it in a different place on my body.”
She saw Konosuke starting to blush, and said, “It’s not anywhere like that! It’s on my back, so I’ll have to slide my kimono down a bit. When I have turned around so that my back faces you, I’ll tell you so that you can look at the mark.” Konosuke had never heard of the curse mark being placed anywhere but the Branch House member’s forehead, but he turned around anyway.
He heard the sliding sound of the silk kimono being slid down, and she said, “Ready.” Konosuke turned back to her, and saw what looked like a tattoo on her back. He knew better. It was the Curse Seal.
He placed his index and middle fingers together, and touched them to various spots on and around the mark, checking the pressure and other things in those areas. Finally, he was done, and she shifted the cloth of her kimono back up and over her shoulders. “Did you find anything?” Konosuke pinched the bridge of his nose, thinking. “There was some tenseness right in the middle of the mark. There is either a chakra backup there, which is sort of like a blood clot, or the muscles in that spot have temporarily tightened a lot. It is nothing serious, there might be a little pain. I can get you something for that, though.”
“Thank you, Konosuke.” He nodded, and went to go grab his med kit. Returning a few minutes later, he requested that she pull down the cloth on her kimono once again, and she did so, Konosuke going through the ritual of looking away as she pulled the fabric down below her shoulders again.
The assassin/aspiring medic ninja pulled a container out of the kit, which contained a relaxing medicinal cream. As he rubbed the cream over her Curse Seal, she could almost feel the pain flying away. He was almost done applying the medicine when the door to his apartment opened, and Konosuke’s father stared at them.
Now, if you remember the scene that his father was seeing, you could realize the stunned look of embarrassment on his face. His son was sitting behind a half-naked girl, touching her back gently in a massaging motion. Yeah, that one went over really smoothly.
“Um, son, what are you doing with… eh… why is she… you know?” He looked away uncomfortably. Konosuke quickly got between his father and Nikkô, blocking her bare chest from view. “Father, she and I are… How could I best explain this? Heh, well, we’re living together, from here on out. The Hyuuga sort of disowned her, and we fear for her life now. I take full responsibility for what happened to cause this, and everything as a result thereafter.”
His father, Takeshi, glared at him. “What the hell did you do to anger the Hyuuga, Konosuke?” The Genin fidgeted a little under his father’s stern gaze, and said, “We were in the same room together at the inn, and Hiashi walked in. When he activated her seal, I couldn’t stop myself. I attacked Hiashi, and ran away to the Hokage with Nikkô. His plan was for her to stay here with me, because Hiashi doesn’t know where I live. She is safest here, not in the Aburame clan house.”
Takeshi looked at him questioningly. “And why is that?” Konosuke sighed. He couldn’t believe his father, the ex-ANBU, couldn’t figure that one out on his own. “Because, Hiashi knows where our clan house is, and that would be the first place he would think to look. Which reminds me, you might want to get back to the house. I think he might be coming any minute.”
“Why do you say that, son?”
“Because, one of the Kikai that I posted around the house for miles as sentries just reported to me that he was heading in that direction, with four other of the Hyuuga clan. They all appear to be of Chuunin to Jounin level ninja, so you might want to go back and help if there is a fight.”
His father nodded, and started out the door, when he thought of something. “Why aren’t you coming to defend your family’s home?”
“BECAUSE, chances are, they would assume that wherever I go, Nikkô is. They would follow me back to my apartment and find her.” He looked back at Nikkô, who was now fully clothed, and gave her a reassuring smile. When she smiled back, he turned back to Takeshi. “That is why. I can’t leave, not for a while, especially not where there are going to be Hyuuga from the Main House. And definitely not Hiashi.”
His father nodded, understanding the reasoning behind it, and made one great leap, pushing off the ground and landing almost fifty yards away. Konosuke closed the door, then went back to Nikkô. “So, does it feel better?”
“What?”
“The mark. Where the tension was.” Nikkô nodded, smiling. “Yes, it is much better, thank you.” They talked idly for a while, then Konosuke said, “What Byakugan techniques do you know? I am aware that you are a ninja, but I have never actually seen you fight before.”
Nikkô thought about it for a moment, then said, “Wanna see?” Konosuke grinned, catching her meaning, and they both sprinted out the apartment door and into the woods. They stopped in a clearing, and immediately assumed offensive positions. Konosuke’s was one had hanging by his cheek, not clenched in a fist, but hanging loosely, ready to shoot out and hit his opponent in a wide variety of ways. His other hand was placed in front of him in the Phoenix Fist position, which is designed to hit the physical pressure points and major weaknesses of the human body. His legs were spread shoulder-width apart, and he was ready for anything.
Nikkô’s stance was much less sinister-looking. Her legs were bent inwardly, meant for being able to dodge most blows by moving only the waist, and one hand was open near her waist, while the other was up at chest level, also open-palmed. The stance of Jyuuken.
They stood still for a while, and Konosuke decided that he would make the first move. He used his superior speed to gain an advantage over her, and tried to land a Phoenix Fist strike to the pressure point at the base of her neck. His fist never found her skin.
Whap! One of her hands hit him on the arm that was being used for the punch, and his arm dropped to his side, out of use for a short time. He tried a sweeping kick, to knock her off balance. She jumped, evading it, and he then tried a flip kick to her chest. It connected and she was pushed a ways away, but then came back rapidly. She was much faster than he originally thought. Her Gentle Fist strikes were blurs in his eyes, and it was all he could do to avoid them, much less attack back.
Finally, he saw an opening. Drawing back his fist, he sent it straight through her guard and to the spot between her stomach and her chest. She gasped, the wind knocked out of her. She was still for a moment, then made a quick recovery once again.
‘Damn, she has a ton of stamina! Where did she get so much endurance?!’
He was once again put on the defensive, which was hard as well, considering a Jyuuken blow could land almost anywhere on the body and still do heavy damage.
She slowed down for just a moment, and he took his opportunity. He grabbed one hand, which had been headed for his chest, then grabbed the other. She was unable to use the Gentle Fist any longer. He smirked at her, believing he had won. He was wrong.
She smirked back, and jumped, kicking off of his chest and landing a short distance away. Konosuke was temporarily stunned from the strength and unexpectedness of the kick. Taking advantage of his momentary disability, Nikkô ran at him, and yelled, “Two strikes! Four strikes! Eight strikes! Sixteen strikes! Thirty-two strikes! Sixty-four strikes!”
Konosuke gasped in pain, happy it was over. Wrong once again. “128 strikes!” That last one blew him over, sending him flying, and making him feel as if he had just been hit with a tree. He tried to gather chakra, but it wasn’t coming. He tried again, then remembered: after this technique, the victim couldn’t use chakra for a few hours.
Which meant he really hated it when a Kikaichuu buzzed up to his ear, and gave a very startling report to him. He looked suddenly over at Nikkô.
“Nikkô! The clan house is under attack! And Hiashi is leading them!” Nikkô gasped, and they both ran as fast as possible to the Aburame clan house, forgetting completely the fact that they were both supposed to be in hiding.
At the Clan House
Hiashi stood over Takeshi menacingly. “Where are your son and Nikkô?”
“Like I’d tell you, stuck up son of a…” He was hit with a Jyuuken strike to the chest from Hiashi, making him cough up blood.
“I’ll give you one more chance, Aburame, before I commit genocide on your clan. WHERE ARE THEY?” Takeshi just flipped him the finger. Hiashi prepared to deliver another, final blow to Konosuke’s father, when he was suddenly struck in the back by something that jarred his body from the inside out. Another Jyuuken attack.
Hiashi looked back at his attacked, and said, “Nikkô! You little…” He grabbed her hair, and started to pull her back in the direction of what could be assumed to be the Hyuuga compound. He was stopped, however, by a hand placed on his shoulder. When he looked back to see who it was, he was hit in the cheek by a very strong punch. Konosuke grabbed Nikkô’s hand and pulled her away from the grasp of Hiashi, and he tried to perform Kirigakure no Jutsu, to no avail. “Dammit, by chakra is still inactive!” He glanced at Nikkô, and said sadly, “I hate to say this when you could have been killed last night, but I can’t be anything but a supporting fighter for now. I won’t be able to try anything big for awhile, so you are going to have to face him head-on. If I see him trying to use the Curse Seal, I’ll step in and try to stop him. Sorry to have gotten you into this.”
Nikkô grinned, and said, “Nah, it’s okay. Actually, I’ve wanted to beat the crap out of Hiashi for a long time now!” She lunged at Hiashi, her chakra rushing to her hands. They exchanged several blows, and finally, Nikkô was pushed back by an exceptionally strong one. When Hiashi rushed her again, Nikkô gathered chakra to all of her tenketsu, and said, “Kaiten!”
She whirled around like a top, and Hiashi was pushed away by the force of the spinning and the chakra that was emanating from her. He huffed, slightly winded, and said, “You brat… how dare you!” He ran at her again, and this time, Nikkô was unable to perform Kaiten in time. She was hit with somewhere around four Jyuuken strikes per second, and her inner organs were rapidly being destroyed.
Konosuke cursed, at this rate she would die even if the mark wasn’t activated. Konosuke tried gathering chakra again, and found that he was now able to do it, though it caused him a deal of pain to do so. Focusing on performing his strongest technique, he yelled, “Kamaitachi!”. A whirlwind enveloped Hiashi, picking him up and cutting his skin, splattering small amounts of blood on the ground below. Konosuke, however, knew it was futile. That attack would only succeed in making the already furious Hyuuga head angrier.
The whirlwind died down, and Konosuke tried to muster up another one, but his chakra was still sealed for the most part because of his tenketsu being pressed. It had been asking for a miracle when he had used the first Kamaitachi to save Nikkô. It wouldn’t happen again.
Konosuke fell to the ground, and could only watch as Hiashi stalked up to him. He saw the man about to perform a very powerful jutsu that Konosuke had never seen before, then he black out.
About a Day Later, at the Hospital
Nikkô sat beside Konosuke, who was on the hospital bed. He had been subjected to a jutsu that was designed as an original ANBU torture technique, consisting of chakra being pulsed straight into the nerves that caused people to feel pain. Hiashi had been using it on Konosuke for several minutes, when the Hokage came and stopped the fighting between the clans. He had reprimanded Hiashi severely for using such a technique, and forbade him to go anywhere near either the Aburame clan house, or near Konosuke or Nikkô.
Of course, this meant that Nikkô would be staying with Konosuke permanently, for certain now. But now it was more of a relaxed feel, instead of being like a fugitive and hiding away.
But for now, she decided to simply lay her head down, using his chest as a pillow, and went to sleep, until he later woke up. When he did, they both sat up together, and smiled at each other. “Guess we’re gonna be together for a while, eh?” said Nikkô.
“Yeah.”
When the hydrangea flower blossoms,
does a gentle wind blow?
Sometimes, that’s what I dream.
If we meet again, will a gentle wind blow?
A flower fluttering in the wind would descend from above you,
and fall gently upon your chest.
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This was originally a short story I felt like doing about my character and the introduction of his crush. Originally, it wasn't even goin to be an SQ, but I figured it was good enough.
