Red.
The color of love.
Red.
The color of blood.
That was the only color she can see everyday. Her captor killing and spilling out blood in the process, her captor showing love to her.
He always say he didn't like her crying, because water is blue. And his favorite color was red.
Water is non color though.
He says he didn't like the two Minamotos. Because their eyes are blue.
Why does he dislike blue?
Ocean.
Sky.
The enemy of red.
Right.
Blue is the enemy of red.
Blue is the good guy, while red is the bad guy.
Blue is lighter, red is darker.
Red represents him.
Was he always attached to the color red?
.
"Darling." He whispered softly, his red-stained hand reaching out to her trembling form. "Forgive me for hurting you, I was just simply ecstatic to see the color red on you." He smiled.
The girl shivered, his hand on her cheek, staining the skin.
"I love you," he rests his forehead against hers, closing his eyes. "I really really love you."
Shivering more, he kissed the corner of her lips. Then her nose, her jaw, and the other parts on her face.
Then, red was in her sight again.
Her eyes looked down on the knife that was on his chest, where his heart was. She could feel her captor looking at her with shock and betrayed eyes.
He coughed, blood on her face again.
And then, he went limp. Blood oozing from his chest.
When will he learn,
That she despised the color red.
