My Favorite ColorAuthor:
All characters are the property of Kaori Naruse. I claim none, I merely borrow them and take them to yummy shoes sales and put them through the horror of finding the perfect strappy sandal.
This may be kind of surprising, but not many people know what my favorite color is.
A lot of people think it’s pink. And I suppose that they have reason to think that. I mean, it’s the color of my hair, my eyes, my favorite flowers, and I do have a good enough amount of it in my wardrobe—-there’s even pink in my school uniform. Heck, even the dress I wore as the white Pretear was pink, so pale it was almost white.
So it’s not that I dislike pink. I really do like it a lot. But it’s not my favorite color. I mean, I can’t choose my school uniform, and I really have no control over what color my hair and eyes are. That’s more of a biological conspiracy.
Have you ever studied a rainbow? I mean, really looked at one? I have. Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, violet, all melding into sparkling white. It’s so beautiful. I love colors in general—-I’ve always liked colors, all colors. And I do have a favorite.
I remember how startled the Leafe Knights were one day when I mentioned that fact. I don’t even remember how the topic came up, but when I told them that they were wrong, they were shocked. I had to reassure Hajime that yes, I adored the pink teddy bear he had given me for my birthday. I guess they had all figured they knew me well enough to know without asking. But it was my own fault, I suppose—-I’d never thought to tell them.
It all really started one day, when I was running late for school. I was jumping through a hedge to get back on the road after taking my favorite short-cut, and lo and behold, I crashed into some strange guy with long hair and absolutely no charm whatsoever.
He called me names.
I yelled at him.
He yelled back.
I called him
He yelled some more.
I tried to deck him.
He caught my hand.Big
burst of what I initially thought was static electricity.
I swore at him, and then had to run because I was late for school.
And that was our beautiful beginning. Not exactly a romance novel, huh?
Sometimes I still look back and laugh at how naïve we both really were. The sad part is that it hasn’t really changed, even now. So much has changed between us, and we’ve both changed, but at the same time we’re both exactly the same people. The same clueless, hopeless people.
Then I met the Leafe Knights, and from there on out, my world pretty much got turned on its ear. I became the Pretear, and set about trying to help them fight the impending battle with Fenrir. All this while trying to keep my sanity amidst the chaos of my new family and awful school life.
…and Hayate and I still yelled at each other, called each other every name under the sun, swore at each other with fair frequency, and yes, I regularly took swings at his head.
To be honest, I don’t even remember when I opened my eyes. It’s not like I’m blind—-I’d known that Hayate was an extremely handsome man from the first moment I laid eyes on him. I’m not stupid, but he did manage to piss me off more than any one human being should ever have been able to.
And then one day, I turned around, and realized exactly how intense his gaze really was…
You know how it goes.
After Fenrir was defeated, Hayate was a regular guest on the grounds of our home. He kept helping my dad out, too. Dad welcomed his help, and it was a job either way-—or so he claimed. I was just glad he was still around. We certainly had started spending more time together.
And then he changed the status quo.
He kissed me.
I remember my favorite color that one day, when he kissed me. For real-—not like the one I still get teased about. Sort of wish I’d been conscious for it…but Mannen still thinks it’s hilarious that Hayate only had the nerve to kiss me when I was pretty much dead and looking like leftover oatmeal.
But when he kissed me for real…nothing I could ever do as Pretear could measure up to that. That was magic that I could feel, touch, taste.
I hadn’t even been expecting it. Not to say it wasn’t something I wanted—Fenrir knows I had been waiting! But we were out walking in the gardens on the estate. It was evening, the sun was setting, and no one else was around, and I was commenting on how those particular flowers (pink ones, ironically enough) were doing so well this spring when suddenly…
He’d been so quiet all evening. I mean, Hayate isn’t really an outspoken person on the best of days anyway, but tonight he wouldn’t even look at me—usually he looks at me when he thinks I’m not paying attention, and then blushes a lot. He’s not usually very forward about things.
Well, he just turned and looked at me really funny, and then the next thing I knew…Magic.
Arms around me, pulling me close…so warm…we stood there for a very long time.
Have you ever have your breath stolen away by something so wonderful that nothing could ever compare? Have you ever been swept away of such wonderful beauty that even days later, you’re still in awe of it all? I have. I know it sounds kind of silly, but it’s the truth.
I think pink was my favorite color for quite some time, but that changed on the day I ran into an annoying guy with long hair…who I can no longer imagine my life without.
I do like pink.
But my favorite color is blue, the color of a Wind Pretear’s costume.
Or more accurately, a dark blue, like his eyes.
Eyes that can see straight through me.
Eyes that tell me everything he can’t quite bring himself to say.
The perfect blue of Hayate’s eyes.
That’s my favorite color.PS. Inspired by the last line of a Magic Knight Rayearth fic I read a long time ago and have not been able to find since. Much love! Hope everyone liked it!