shizuke versus santomoro

[Santomoro Purotekuta- Mei]

He took a look and saw the symbol and said "so your clan fights as hard as it loves acording to that symbol" he examined it carefully and said "is that your clans way?" he examined it and sketched it himself to see if he could understand how it worked and understanding the clan and what it felt was its purpose

[Shizuke Tsukiyama]

I chuckled and pulled ut a few pencil crayons. I sketched out two cherry blossom flowers, and a flame in the middle.
"I seem to remember, the flame in the middle, is the flame of our village. The cherry blossoms, are the...the..." I had to think hard on that one.
"The people! The people that keep the village together. The flame is the heart of our village, fire. The cherry blossoms are the people that keep it together, the Hokage, and the shinobi." I said, pointing to each of the pictures as I said them.
"Without the shinobi, us, the Hokage, that flame would die off, and our village would be no longer." I saidl. I think that was it.

[Santomoro Purotekuta- Mei]

He looked at it and it made sense to him he then drew a similar one and said "this could also represent the spirit of each shinobi because it is kept within our bodys or the cherry blosom" he began to think it could represent alot the village the shinobi themselves and far more he couldnt think right at the moment because of all the possibilitys

[Shizuke Tsukiyama]

I nodded. For some reason, the memory of how my father and mother met, stuck in my mind. I couldn't seem to block it out of my mind.
"Santo-kun? Do you know how your parents met?" I asked. I quickly covered my mouth. I didn't mean to ask that!
"I know how my parents met..." I said quietly.
The room felt like it was closing in around me. The thought of how my parents met, made me shudder.

[Santomoro Purotekuta- Mei]

He smiled and said "My father and mother meet when they were assigned to a mission my mother was the medic nin and my father ended up getting a slash across the stomach they were afraid he was going to bleed to death but my mother saved him but my father didnt let her know how he healed he fell for her because of how kind and patient she was"he chuckled at how his father was

[Shizuke Tsukiyama]

I msmiled and chuckled a bit.
"It almost sounds like how my mother and father met." I said. My hair fell down by my face as I stared at the floor.
"My mother was 16, and my father was 17. My mother, she had come back from a brutal spar with enemy shinobi. She had been wounded, and she was seeking shelter, and help. My father found her, brought her home to here, or what is left of here." I said quietly.
"He bandaged up her wounds, and fell in love with her beauty as a teenager. It was...love at first sight." I said, smiling up at him.

[Santomoro Purotekuta- Mei]

He smiled and said "same with my parents except my father was 20 and my mother 19 she fell for him to they soon went out and about nine months afterwards he asked her to marry her she said yes and about three years latter I was born"he remembered hearing the story like it was yesterday when he heard the story

[Shizuke Tsukiyama]

"Only 3 years after?" I asked. I looked down again and smiled.
"My father never gathered up the courage to tell my mother that he had fallen for her in a heartbeat. It took him 2 years to gather up the courage to finally say he loved her very much, and that he wanted to marry her as soon as possible." I said quietly.
"My mother would say to me, everytime I asked her why she married him, 'He saved my life, and I didn't care if he was shy or not. I fell in love with the way those big brown eyes would look into mine and just seem to say I love you'," I said, looking up at him and smiling.
"My mother says I have my fathers big brown eyes, the same ones she fell in love with."

[Santomoro Purotekuta- Mei]

He smiled and looked into them and remembered who's eyes he had he tried to reminis and then said "I have neither of my parents eyes I have the eye of well only one person besides me has my eyes mine maybe brown but everyone else has green or blue or another only me and other have brown it is.....the creator he had brown eyes"he remembered his mother was shocked when he saw the color of his eyes booth of his parents had blue eyes

[Shizuke Tsukiyama]

"The creator? Do you mean the one who created your clan?" I asked. I loved my brown eyes. I couldn't hope for any other colour eyes.
"It's a bit odd, most children have the same colour eyes as one of the parents, or someone along the line of their clan." I said, glancing around the room, then back at him.
"My father had brown eyes, my grandfather had brown eyes, and many other men in my clan had brown eyes." I said, smiling again.
"The men of my clan have been marrying women with different colour eyes, and the women born into my clan usually have blue eyes. It was different this time, Yuo has blue eyes instead of brown, and I have brown eyes instead of blue."

[Santomoro Purotekuta- Mei]

He smiled and said "exactly it is diffrent I guess for me all my cousins have there parenrs eyes while I had no ones. People looked at me in shock to see what color they were but ohh well I like my colored eyes"he looked at her eyes and smiled "I love your eyes" he took her hand and held it

[Shizuke Tsukiyama]

I felt my cheeks get hot and I held onto his hand tightly.
"I like your eyes too." I admitted, quietly.
"They fit you perfectly." I said, giggling. I snuggled in closer to him, suddenly noticing the photo album again.
"Would you like to look through the rest of the photo album with me before we go down, and I start cooking?" I asked.

[Santomoro Purotekuta- Mei]

He smiled and said "Sure why not" he looked at the book and looked at the pivtures in it he pulled somthing out of his pocket it was a wrinkled portrait that was him his mother and father him on his mothers lap and his father standing behind them although they never took pictures they had this portrait drawn to have somthing to show

[Shizuke Tsukiyama]

I peered over to look at the picture he held.
"Do you not have a lot of pictures?" I asked, turning and flipping through the photo album slowly.
"My mother loved taking pictures, she puts all the pictures in a photo album, or around the house the frames. You can tell my parents are proud of me and Yuo." I said, looking at one of my drawings.

[Santomoro Purotekuta- Mei]

He sighed as he looked at that one picture saying "we only took this to hang and the other time is if you have achived great skill and are a powerful ninja of our clan this and a photo in the emditation room at my house are the only photo's of them" he looked at it he seemed so small