She had always been team red.

It was the only color she had really grown accustomed to, the only color she had really been introduced to.

It was her brother's favorite color after all. So, naturally, it was her favorite color as well.

Why wouldn't it be?

It stood for warmth, comfort. It meant being safe and happy, like lying in a bed of freshly picked red blossoms of various red flowers. Roses, tulips, amaryllis, you name it. The smell was so fresh that it wasn't ready to let one go to discover all the other colors in the world.

She had tried it though. Green was a color she wouldn't be seen dead in, pink was a color she was steering away from and white was just too colorless.

The other colors were also just... mediocre.

Because she had no connection to them. She had no reason to like them. Her brother was the one she looked up to, so she just stuck with liking whatever he liked, and wanting to be whatever he was.

Like a blacksmith, for example. Every single time she had managed to get near the weapons and fireplace at Four Weapons, he had told her off and lectured her on how fire was a dangerous element that one should never play with.

Kind of ironic, now that she thought.

It was when her age had turned into double digits that she was finally allowed to watch him forge weapons, such as swords and shields. If she was lucky enough, she could even watch him create scythes and nunchucks, too. Although he was only about two years older than her, she knew that he was more experienced than she was. She could see it herself.

Mostly because he liked to flex with his mastery, a habit he has yet to learn to control.

Growing up without parents meant growing up without an idol she had to look up to, so the only person she could idolize was her brother which, to be frank, she would have done regardless because her brother was her world. She didn't like to admit it out loud but it was true.

So, whatever he liked, she liked.

She wanted to be a great blacksmith, just like he was. She wanted to be a good fighter, just like he was. She wanted to be a good warrior, just like he turned out to become.

And underneath that all, she wanted her favorite color to be red, just like his was red.

It didn't really take much for her to like the color; she was basically bombarded with it because Kai used to always buy her red clothing because he had found it visually appealing, and she just went along with it until she actually grew to like the color.

But that was the thing — she liked red. She never loved it.

Then again, she didn't need to.

It all changed, however, when a certain boy with a bubbly personality and horrible communication skills stepped into her life.

He had immediately distanced himself from the other two strangers when they had first met. He was the first one to talk to her— well, he tried to, but it was the thought that counted anyway.

He was wearing all blue, but that was not really all that fascinating when one of them was wearing all black, the other one all white, and her brother all red.

Yet it was the question, that lingering question that the boy could barely bring out and needed some help by the all-white wearing guy, that stuck with her.

"Oh, I'm blue-" cough, cough!

"He cannot talk, but he wants to know if you like blue."

The response was easy; No, it's actually red. There, boom, simple.

But somehow those words never made it past her lips. Somehow she smiled at him, and somehow she found herself lost in the pools that were his mesmerizing blue eyes.

And in that moment, she made her choice.

"It's my favorite color."

She wasn't meant to answer that; nor was she meant to communicate with any boys because blah, blah, Kai's rules. She ignored them, as per usual.

"Yes!"

When the boy, whose name she had yet to learn, did that small gesture with his hand, a victory gesture, she smiled broader and mentally patted her own shoulder. Because she felt accomplished to know that the cute boy at the top of those stairs was satisfied with her answer.

And for some reason, that mattered. And as the days passed by, that mattered even more.

She stuck to her wardrobe that was still almost nothing but red, and she was almost certain that the cute guy, Jay, would call her bluff and say she was only liking blue because he liked blue.

And truth be told, in the beginning she wasn't really fond of the color blue. Yes, it was very pretty, but some shades were insufferable — like azure, navy or admiral.

They were pretty to look at, but that was it. Those colors meant nothing to her.

As the time went by, however, that mindset changed immensely.

The closer she got to Jay, the more she began to like more and more blue shades. Every type of blue he would wear would somehow get placed into her collection of blue she didn't know she had.

And as the time went by, she kissed her red wardrobe goodbye. The red kimonos she once liked were replaced with blue ones she liked. Ocean blue, sky blue, teal, arctic blue.

Those were really pretty shades of blue that she claimed to be hers. She did need to differentiate her color from Jay's if she wanted to have her official gi's in those colors, so she chose the ones that matched her powers the best.

And never had she ever thought she would fall in love with a color, not even if she tried her hardest. It had something to do with the boy; that was the only good explanation she had.

Her favorite shade of blue was sapphire, but the prettiest color she loved was admiral, because it was the color reflected in the same pearls she loved to gaze into every morning she awoke and every night she last saw before going to bed.