<em><strong>(With Anzu)</strong></em><br/><br/>Akamatsu accepted the yellow rose haltingly, finally taking it between his fingers. He raised his face to look at the gifter but the young ninja's eyes remained shadowed, hidden in the depth of his cowl. The leaf headband glinted though.<br/><br/>“Thank... thank you.” he said. He was unused to talking to people. Tatamo talked to him during training but then he talked to himself too so Akamatsu never took that too seriously. Mon used to talk to him. The thought of his first master, the burned monk with his horrible whipping rods and more horrible tongue...  Akamatsu shuddered gripping his genjutsu tightly with his mind and pursing his thin lips.<br/><br/>Slowly he tucked the rose into his poncho from which a single yellow moth fluttered up  and into the tree above them.