Colors

Black

Kankuro

A color that hides, that's how he sees this shade. This tone created by everything in the universe combining and sending out waves to our eyes in perfect harmony. He saw it as a powerful tint that draped the eyes into a wise, all-knowing bliss. But, he also saw it as a protector. It hid things from people, things that should only be revealed at times when the person is ready.

As a puppeteer, this was crucial to him. He had to hide in the background; he controlled the play. He's never been the type to be onstage. Naturally, his outfit matched that shade, hiding him behind the scenes so others can find entertainment in his shows. It was a magical color, it spoke of love and life and eternity, yet it was so misunderstood... not everyone deserved it. He had debated for hours on whether or not to wear it at Rasa's funeral. He ended up on wearing the color anyway, only because as much good it represents, it has its equivalent in bad. It's full of knowledge and wisdom, but it has it's fair share of experience and mistakes.

Of pain.

It wasn't a clean slate, but it wasn't something of pure evil either... he didn't see it as a color for mourning. He saw it as a color to be earned. And yes, Rasa did "earn" it, in a sense. He was the stains, the blemishes upon the cloth to help it rain it's graidence into the heavily saturated shade. Rasa earned the negative balance of the color, for with out it, the fabric that held the shade would only be a brown.

Brown represented everything except for everything itself, and Rasa was too much of a burden to be brown.

Fuu

Black... it was a color, she couldn't ignore it. It matched everything, which made it a comfort color. But it also hid things... like blood, semen... and various others from the naked eye. It was like a warrior, protecting people from unwanted attention by drawing all that said attention to itself, away from the problem.

It was the color of the world when her eyes shut, which was the world she longed to be in. Her mis-match appearance never mattered. What she held inside her, didn't matter. She was a mere human, nobody could ever know different because they couldn't see. When she closed her eyes, she was in that world of black acceptance. Without tears. Without pain. Full of love and joy, with everyone around her letting her feel those emotions.

Maybe that's why it attracted her so much... and why he did too... it made her feel so much less alone. He was someone with a brother just like her. He understood, he accepted, he looked past.

He let her be happy.

Black was such a lovely color, after all, she was glad it suited him so well. All she can see when her eyes closed was him, coaxed in the tint that bought her so much joy.

... So much joy.