shizuke versus santomoro

[Shizuke Tsukiyama]

I took his hand again and pulled him along. I pulled him down the hallway. I brought him into an empty room, mother and Father hadn't bothered to make the room nicer. I pulled him in and brought him over to the window. I pointed outside to a big tree.
"That's our Sakura tree, it blooms around Valentines Day." I said. I sighed, the picture of the falling petals appearing before my eyes. I love the look of the petals when they fell.

[Santomoro Purotekuta- Mei]

he smiled and remembered he had a small one as a child but his deid after his parents deid he remembered how long it seemed he remembered when he had seen it lose its petals for the first time fall he remembered how in aww he was he sat there as he looked at the tree still reminising on those day long since pasy

[Shizuke Tsukiyama]

I gazed at the tree then looked down at the ground. My long black hair blew in the breeze. I remembered when I use to sneak in here and just stare at the cherry blossom tree.
"No one can ever get enough of something like this, can they?" I asked out loud. I could almost see me, as a little girl, staring out the window.

[Santomoro Purotekuta- Mei]

He looked at the tree and then nodded saying "I remember as a child having one but after my parents deid it deid I had one of my own but me being so young I didnt do to well with it" he countinued to stare at the blossoms and smiled he began to chuckle and said " as a child I would pick the flowers and make a necklace for my mother out of them"

[Shizuke Tsukiyama]

A big smile spread across my face as I looked at him.
"I did the exact same thing!" I exclaimed happily.
"I would always pull off the flowers and make necklaces for my father and mother. My mother would wear them until they died off, but I never saw my father wear the ones I would make him." I said, sighing a bit. I remember working so carefully with the delicate little flowers.

[Santomoro Purotekuta- Mei]

He smiled as he quickly hoped threw the window and ran to the tree pulling some thread from his pocket and pulled the threw the string he tied a not and ran back threw and hoped back in closing the window and handed it to her he had aranged it from the largest to the smallest with the smallest blooming flower in the front he then said "the smallest is always the most beautiful"

[Shizuke Tsukiyama]

I stared amazed at what had made. I took it and held it gently in my hands.
"Oh wow." I said. For a split second I forgot about everything around me, I got so focused on the chain of flowers. Out of the corner of my eyes I noticed a big book. I put the chain down and ran over to the book. On the front of it was my name. I opened it up and there were my flowers, and a bunch of pictures of me.
"Father made this!" I exclaimed happily.

[Santomoro Purotekuta- Mei]

he smiled as he looked at the picture and looked at each picture and pointed at one of them" what were you doing in this one" he never had a picture of him taken since he felt it was a waste of time he loved her pictures though he smiled as he looked at the one picture he had asked about

[Shizuke Tsukiyama]

I laughed and smiled.
"I remember that, it was the first time I had tried to put on my very first kimono." I said. I liked the kimono's that I kept. I felt very traditional in them.
"I could never figure them out, it took me forever!" I laughed and moved a bit closer to him. I flipped the page. There were more pictures, and a few of the pictures I had drawn when I was younger.

[Santomoro Purotekuta- Mei]

He smiled as he pointed to a drawing he though it looked wonderful and said "did you draw this as a kid? it is magnificent" he looked at the pictures and drawings and was amazed she was bright and then said "I only have one thing that I wear for special occasions it is somthing very special my grand mother made for my grand father and it has been passed down to my dad and then to me"

[Shizuke Tsukiyama]

A few tears dripped down my cheeks and I smiled. I nodded.
"Yes, I drew that, my name is in the bottom corner." I said, pointing to the characters for my name at the bottom.
"I can't believe my father actually kept it all, I thought he just threw them all away!" I exclaimed. I turned to look at him suddenly.
"What is it?" I asked.

[Santomoro Purotekuta- Mei]

He looked at her and said "I will show you another time but don't worry" he took her hand pulled out a necklace he had made many years before inscribed on it was a character of the sun on one side and a character of the moon on the other side he put it around her neck and said "I made this long ago for my aunt since she was my best friend but she died before I gave it to her so I made a vow to give it to whoever became as close to me as she did"

[Shizuke Tsukiyama]

I watched him put the necklace on me. I looked down at it in awe. I mpicked it up in my hands, the chain still around my neck. I observed the characters on the front and back.
"Why the sun and moon?" I asked. The sun and the moon seemed to be common in his family.
"Why not fire? Or love? Or light?" I asked. The photo album sti.ll sat in my lap.

[Santomoro Purotekuta- Mei]

He smiled and said "The sun and moon seem to be the two driving forces in our universe from the sun come life and energy and love while the moon keeps it in balance representing the darkness hate and the cold but when they work to gather you have our world it is all a sign of our family since we are to be booth the sun and moon we are to hide yet be seen love yet also be able to hate to know and to not know this is how we are plus it represents the two parts of the spirit since the sun and moon are just like yin and yang"

[Shizuke Tsukiyama]

I nodded slowly.
"So they are the representations of your clan?" I said, just clarifying his statement. I jumped up and pulled out a piece of paper from one of the desks. I pulled out an ink container and a brush. I didn't know the exact symbol of my own clan, but from what my mother and father would say, it was a flame, and cherry blossoms. I wrote down the symbols and wrote a question, asking him if he knew if I was correct or not. I held it up for him to see.