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EE lover
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Part three in my names trilogy, this one is 'Blu'.
Blu. A color, yet a deadly gun. An emotion, but still a girl who is now training to fight for her life. But still just another color.
Blu didn't ask to be Blu. She didn't even
like the color blue! Well, at least not best. She preferred red.
And speaking of red...
Red. Color, and weapon. Anger, and love. Pretty, but not Blu.
It was no secret that Red was in love with Blu, but she didn't reciprocate. She didn't show any emotion at any time, at least when Red saw her. Red did remember that one time, when he had gotten Blu to talk...
"I want a gun." All she had said was enough. He went out to the one place he could trust, and ordered a gun. He didn't quite know why. He asked for it to be engraved 'Red', after himself. But that didn't mean that she would know it was from him. She would just see it, then smile her lifeless, emotionless smile reserved for a special occasion.
And Red knew that. But that didn't mean he wouldn't try.
Blu stood staring for the longest time. She couldn't fathom who had sent the gun. Perhaps a premonition? She knew not. But she practiced with it. Every day. And she decided to repay the one she believed was the sender. She went and ordered him a gun, engraved with just three letter: B. L. U.
And Red one day would grow as attached to
his gun as she was with
her gun. But it would kill him one day. And her.
Blu remembered a time when she had emotions other than hatred. When her smile was full of life. But she couldn't have that anymore.
Blu could no longer live an easy life, no longer have a smile that could light up her whole face.
Often Blu would contemplate random things. They were deep thoughts, not that anyone knew. She never told anyone.
It was like: How come a color can mean so much? It can be a name, and it can mean the most wonderful things, the things that made Blu less emotionless and smile an emotionless smile.
But still be just another color.
So Blu would contemplate, and Red would watch her thinking in a soft light. Blu didn't like bright lights.
One day, in Blu's contemplation, she let her mind wander. Silently and not even realizing it, she put her hands in her jacket's deep pockets and felt the cool surface of her gun, which she had taken to taking with her wherever she went.
Then, she smiled. Not her smile that was emotionless, one that almost made Red scream out, "WHAT THE FIRETRUCK!! EMOTIONS!", but he held his tongue.
Blu's smile was back. Her real smile, with happiness and lighting up her face and whatnot. Then, just as suddenly as it came, it was gone. She realized it, too. Because she had just realized how little she knew about
herself. All she knew was what she liked.
The color red.
Small, enclosed spaces.
Short, black skirts.
Small, black shirts.
Her gun.