<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">"Shhh. Don't speak. Let's be quiet for now... It doesn't matter at all what we thought before. No power. No deserving, no renown and no fame...And if you can't... I promise you I won't cry... Just for one day, I want to have you for myself... Even if it was just a day. Or an hour. A minute... A moment..."<br/><br/>Her soft hands trailing through his hair once more, tasting her sweet lips once more. A whole day with the woman he once believed he did not deserve... One day was nothing to him. But it need not be any day... Today, tomorrow, or the day the Black Samurai is at an end... And the Blade of Carnage, Kira... Put to rest. Yes, that would be the day.<br/><br/>Feeling her lips part from his own once again, he lifted up his hands, pulling her hands from his neck. Pulling himself from her embrace, Blake stood himself up, pulling her up with him with his right hand holding onto her right. "I am not going anywhere. Not anytime soon. When the flowers of red, black and white reach their full bloom, and end the carnage the dark blade wrought... On that day, I will be yours." He declared, his forest hues rising to see the sky, watching the crimson leaves dance in the clear blue skies.<br/><br/>As the white blade unveiled its full beauty, Kurohana in Haruki's hands was almost pulsing with power, with the desire to break free. The blade begun dripping with a thick black liquid, which coated the katana in its entirety, climbing up Haruki's arms just as well. He cocked his head to the side with curiosity, black hair sliding into his face. The crimson orbs that replaced his deep grey eyes were glowing with a fire yet unseen in them. "Come for you?" he laughed at her.<br/><br/>With his laughter flowing from his lips, his struggle with Kurohana growing with every second this fight went on. The struggle for dominion with a something with a matching will. If not a greater will. He was slowly falling into the blade's grasp, struggling to gain the upper hand. She had to give him a little credit, and she wasn't expecting much but this. Could she have been misjudging him the whole time? Believing him to be a hot-headed, obstinate fool who thought he could stop the Black Samurai. His stubborn pride was made her so angry with him... Thinking he could "control" a sword with a mind of its own. And at the same time, who was she to point the finger... Kurohana tried to control her while the rumors of the blades were still fresh in swordsmen's memories. And once again... That very struggle playing once more before her.<br/><br/>And Haruki was no exception for the black blade's challenge of wills. The blade's tears, birthing beautiful flowers, black as night. The wind turning ill with the aura of danger. Kurohana was finally awake, its ominous aere spreading through the room. He stabbed the blade into the ground, as Rosalia soon the white blade in her grasp. She could not interfere... Rather, she would not interfere. She would see this play out for herself. Would he fall victim to the sword of the Black Blossom? Or like hers, would his will bring Kurohana down to her knees?<br/><br/>All she could now was watch him. Pulling the sword from the ground, brooming with black vines and flowers... And without hesitation, he thrust the sword into his chest, Rosalia's eyes rising with shock. Why would he try so hard to gain control of such a sword? Risking his own life to do so... Has he no consideration for who he will leave behind should he fail? And of course, what made her think that?<br/><br/><span style="color: #000000"><span style="font-style: italic">"You can't control me, you stupid bitch! Just give up."</span></span> She roared, her hands wrapped around Rosalia's neck, who made no moves to stop her. Not even grab her wrists and pull her hands from her neck. She gave her a solemn stare, not even trying to struggle for air.<br/><span style="color: #FF4080"><span style="font-style: italic">"And you would try to kill your mother, Kurohana? What have I done to deserve your hatred?"</span></span> She said softly, her crimson eyes descending upon her dear daughter.<br/><span style="color: #000000"><span style="font-style: italic">"You made that those other blades! Am I not good enough for you, Mother!"</span></span><br/><span style="color: #FF4080"><span style="font-style: italic">"I would never say that... I created the three of you, knowing I could never love one more than the other."</span></span><br/><span style="color: #000000"><span style="font-style: italic">"Liar... I know you're lying to me!"</span></span><br/>Loosening her grip around Rosalia's neck, black crystals flowing down her face. <span style="color: #000000"><span style="font-style: italic">"Tell me, mother. Tell me that you love me..."</span></span><br/><span style="color: #FF4080"><span style="font-style: italic">"Kurohana... I do love you. And I'll say it for centuries over."</span></span><br/><span style="color: #000000"><span style="font-style: italic">"Mother... I love you too."</span></span><br/><br/>Call her a fool, but these three swords were like her daughters to her. And she could not leave her most dangerous daughter to just anyone... To lead Haruki to his unexpected death... Locked in a stalemate struggle... Where both parties know all too well one would never give up that easily. Slowly and surely, it was a touch of irony. She had made Kurohana, as well as Akaihana and Shiroihana... Though Kurohana was the middle sister sword, she desired her mother's love so dearly. Even feared that Akaihana or Shiroihana would try to take her for herself. It was merely by withstanding her furious rage and with motherly love that she managed to hold her daughter in her arms. <br/><br/>Her eyes soon widened with relief, watching Haruki pull Kurohana's blade from his back, the black tears dripping in its upheaval without a wound to be soon. He managed to get a hold of her... It was a risky thing to do, but she was no cautious woman herself. The maddened monster before her soon found its calm, pulling the vines and flowers of black from his body.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"I'm sorry for attacking you. That was this asshole acting on my behalf and talking bullshit about horses and kings until I beat her ass up and she gave in. I don't have many reasons to fight you. But... I will not give Kurohana up. This blade now belongs to me."</span><br/><br/>Rosalia's rose red eyes lit up, meeting Haruki's before she spoke, <span style="color: #FF4080">"I'm the one who should be sorry. For I misjudged you, Haruki... True, I was enraged that someone would risk their own life for the sake of revenge... To put all of their focus into taking the one who wronged them. Only to lose their lives for it, leaving behind those who cared ever so dearly for them. I lost the man I love as well as my own daughters that way..."</span> At first, she had the perfect tongue-lashing prepared for him, but that fight took all the fun out of it all. She had no reason to want to take Kurohana back now. She was in capable hands now. <span style="color: #FF4080">"Will you take this to Blake for me? Her power is wasted in any hands other than his."</span> She asked, handing him the blade of the White Blossom, Shirohana.</span>