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He was still an enigma to her - The girl had no idea what thoughts went on beyond those entrancing eyes of warm blood and royal magenta. Her conscience was not built for riddles such as these; She was content to allow him his secrets. That was how it had always been, and would always be, for as long as he cared enough to keep her alive.
Warm palms folded over her cold, blushing digits, and the girl stilled, but did not retract from the content. The unsure smile on her sharp, fox-like maw curled, grew shy. Contact with him was still an uncertain thing, but she was beginning to get wisps of nervous pleasure from it again. She was beginning to trust in this new, fragile world; Beginning to genuinely believe that there was stability here, that there could be a permanent happiness for her here.
His gentle request was accompanied by a tug at her hands. The girl shifted her barely-existent weight from one foot to the other, small pearly-white teeth gnawing pensively at the black of her lower lip, salmon tongue appearing to lick quickly at her nose. Then, one hand lowering so that the other could twine fingers with his, she nodded quickly, her short charcoal hair bobbing about her prettily blushing face.
He led her from the little den she had come to know as a cramped, but safe, home. They headed west, into a land she had not explored; her only ventures had been into the nearby copses of the forest, and only then, within a small radius of the little dwellingplace. Blue eyes were wide with wonder as they took in the strange skeletal remains of the castle, scattered about the landscape as though a giant had thrown them there, in the midst of some fantasy tantrum. Like huge teeth, long weathered grey stones sprouted from the earth; Some lined by crumbling stone walls that raced along hills, and hid secrets amongst their shadows. Some old houses remained, most without roofs, like strange stone squares that had been bashed and scattered. They were overgrown with weeds and vines, still pinched and dead with winter's bite.
But China could sense the beauty in this bizarre human graveyard, this strange fairy-tale place that was haunted by its own travesty. There was something terrifying, something thrilling, about the harshness - The wildness. The air was crisp in her lungs, and every now and again Itachi would have to pull gently at her hand to keep her moving.
They were following a long stone wall, the ancient remnant totally eroded in some areas, leaving its elegant line broken. Out beyond the shadow of the main castle ruins, where the sun seemed to have more color; Where the hills rolled away. It was peaceful and quiet out here. Sensing that they were nearing their destination, China's owlish gaze tore itself from the surroundings to continually check Itachi's expression.
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