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Red

NOTE:  I DO NOT OWN NARUTO / BORUTO FRANCHISE.ALL RIGHTS BELONG TO RESPECTIVE OWNERS. I ONLY OWN THIS STORY PLOT.

GENRE:  ANGST/ ROMANCE 

WARNING:(Mild) Sensitive Content Ahead
                     
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Red was her colour.

Yes, she was perfect in every aspect; in every spectrum of light, no doubt-

It was just that red had always been her colour.

Maybe it was just her magic that one of the tackiest colours looked so flawless on her- and made her shine like a bright sun in a beautiful dawn sky. Or make her look like a bright red rose soothing one's eyes.

No doubt that red was her colour.

And as far as I remember, my girl always had an affinity with the signature colour of her infamous clan since childhood-

From her pretty clothes to her mother's bow and her thick-rimmed glasses,

From her favourite handkerchief to her bedsheets,

From her skilful kekai- genkai to her delicate lips,

This hue of red was always present somewhere or somehow.

No wonder my blue ocean- eyes got used to my childhood love's favourite colour

And soon started to adore it as much as it adored her.

And even though I loved everything about her, my always had this strange obsession with her alluring onyx eyes-

Especially when it turned red.

The legendary Sharingan was something that was exclusive to her bloodline; a gift from her ancestors. But it was hard to control- to such an extent that it could sometimes be more of a bane than a boon. But she had always been that determined one – and it was this determination and unbreakable resolve of hers that helped her to master her ultimate gift over time. I still remember how it used to turn blood red during intense duels and fights- perfectly reflecting her fiery passion and intense personality. A resolve to become a better version of oneself with each passing day; a familiar ambition to achieve her dreams. Those were some things that could be seen in those wonderous eyes every day; no matter if they were red or not. That passionate ferocious ambition suited her eyes always;

Every emotion and feeling suited her eyes

Except those of sadness and agony.

Sarada was not the one to showcase her feelings to anyone and everyone, but she had her fair of days of darkness and doubts. And I hated those days- those dark days from the bottom of my heart, when I had to see her beautiful eyes clouded with nothing but tears. And luckily, I was always there to wipe those nasty tears off her and to give her a shoulder to put her head on.

But that one gloomy evening was different from the rest of them. That was the first time I ever heard her cursing her own eyes; her own blood of which she was so proud of. Those were some tough times altogether, but still it was an unwelcome surprise for me. I came to know the whole turmoil was about her bloodline's "Curse of Hatred" and something along the lines of that and at last took her into a warm embrace to calm her down, like I always did.

"Your red Sharingan is so amazing and beautiful." Finally, those unsaid words unconsciously left my throat.

"But red is the colour of hatred"

"And love too"

Not a single word left our lips. But a sweet little scarlet tint on her cheek that made her look nothing less than an ethereal bright red sun in a crimson dusk sky was enough of an approval for me to take her soft cherry lips into a heated kiss that I had craved for; that we have craved for since forever.

That was the day I fell for my first love all over again,

And her red colour too.

Because it reminded me of all of her; it still does. Her black shiny eyes, her silky raven locks, her stubbornness, her dreams, her smile, her strawberry flavoured lips- everything.

It also reminded me of those countless number of passionate kisses that we had. That taste of her red strawberry lips on mine, her soft porcelain hands clutching my blonde hair, my strong raw arms tightened around her slender feminine figure; with no space in between our maturing teenage bodies. That occasional blissful bite on her lips in the heat of the moment; the tangy taste of her blood on my tongue.

And that familiar crimson tint of satisfaction on her cheeks and those red love bites on her neck just screamed only one fact-

Red was Sarada's colour.

And nobody could have changed that.

Or so I thought until that fateful day;

That cursed day.

I still remember. The rain never stopped pouring down that dark gloomy sky hooded over by thick clouds that day. And there we were, amidst that barren battlefield, surrounded by nothing but mutilated corpses. Some of those of unknown allies, many of known comrades; many, many of those of enemies, many more of friends. But my eyes were transfixed on her and only her;

My love.

I saw her red eyes deactivate as her frail body fell in my wounded arms. Her lovely face was paler and expressionless and only one colour shone on it-

Red.

But for the first time, it didn't look beautiful at all. Instead, it looked horrendous. I hated it. That dirty red shiny thing soiled her whole worn -out clothes.

That same dirty fluid was smeared all over her face.

Blood.

And red was no more my favourite colour.

Even the rain could not wash away that disgusting shade away from my love's face or my own hands as I cradled her cold lifeless figure in my arms.

What would my unending trail of tears have done?

I never thought, even in my goriest nightmares, that Red- the colour that I loved; that she loved so much would ever look so dirty, so sickening and that too on her.

And it was on that doomed day- the moment I lost my love that the colour red also lost its charm.

Red had always been her colour-

But from that day, from that very moment it wasn't;

Red wasn't her colour anymore.

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