Six Cherry Blossoms

"It lay in the bushes, between light and shadows, finally at ease, after relieving itself from its carnal desires. It had spied on its newfound obsession from afar, hidden and unseen. It had marveled at his perfection until it could hold it no longer.

Now, it lay like a cross in the muddy snow, with rosy cheeks. The cold felt good on its skin. It had spent some time in a muddled confusion, in a landscape of dreams so unlike the fiery caves that was its unwelcoming home. Uncomprehending, trying to solidify what had no definition, making matter out of nothing.

Nothing had made it feel this way in the past. Not even pain.

Where to from here? Why anything, anymore? And, most importantly, how could it stay here?

It had thought particularly long and hard on the last question. And after its lusts had been slaked, and it had lain in silence for a while, it had come to it. An idea.

In a whirl of ninja-garb, snow and shadows, it rose, twirling slowly at first. Then quicker. And suddenly, it disappeared entirely.

From behind the bush, a young girl stood. Her skin was peaches-and-cream, and she was clad in a short crimson kimono, and white legwarmers. Its white short, spiky cropped hair was tied up in a scarf.

She raised a hand to her lips, and giggled."

- Zaijian Honey Blues, Episode 4, "Opposites Attract"

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