Blissful Ignorance

Red and white were dizzying colors. Watching his body twist in the air was less about the of it necessity and more about the inherent grace he showed when he landed... as if the air was just an extension of the ground. She wondered if the red with burn her fingertips like it did her cheeks.

affection.

The grip of the kunai slid in her hand as she pressed back against her opponent?s weapon. One wrong move... a slip!... and it would all be over.

separation.

When she took his hand to turn for home, he didn?t pull away.

reunion.

::applaudes:: LOVED it, dahling! But honestly, you did a great job. The flow was just, wow, and I loved how you tied into the theme. You seriously did so much in just a 100 words. <3

PS: Diggin' that icon. Where'd you get it? ;p ;p ;p ^_~

Wai, wai, wai! I love it! It's short and to-the-point, but it gave such a strong message in those 100 words! All in all, I love it!