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It was a wary moment, when China was unsure of Itachi.
He was unreadable at best, utterly perplexing at worst, what with the concrete emotion of utter placid stability that remained intently carved into young features. She had seen that facade crack, for an instant - She had seen a sliver of the true creature beneath. But she was silly with youth and unwise in love, and knew not what the foul materials could erode him into.
Would, that she could ponder whether her own sweetness could be the acid which turned him to misshapen. But she was shallow of thought, and his crafting had not been by her hands but by the hands of his mother, and his tainted blood. All China knew that, with his acceptance, she could belief him to be a part of her own shifting path.
For the better or worse, she had yet to truly know.
At last, his words came, and her smile blossomed into sweet spring bloom. Careful not to scare him back into his shell of silence, the girl stepped daintily into his embrace, allowing herself a sigh as she moved to rest both palms against the gradually broadening chest. His chin just about cleared the top of her head - He had wolf blood in him, and she was nearly pure coyote - and the damsel's dainty, willow-thin frame made it such that she could almost snuggle right in to the false warmth his golden pelt provided.
She sighed softly, clearly happy with his acceptance of this growing weed between them. "I am glad," Light blue eyes peered from thick lashes, past the lean muscles of his shoulder and out into oblivion. Whether she saw a future for them, or whether she saw only the greedy happiness of this moment, China was not sure. She sighed again, settling deeper against the boy's warmth, if he would allow it. "Are there other girls, back in your pack?" She asked mildly, wondering if he had taken interest in any other since her. Surprised at the strange dark tug that thought produced within her, the silvery damsel frowned slightly. She had come from a free-love background, and the thought of Itachi finding pleasure with the company of another young filly should not at all disturb her. The frown grew. "Will you think of me when you go back there?"
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