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Blue Red Paint

Makoto swiped her nose, incidentally getting a smear of pretty, blue paint on it.

“How are you doing, Makoto?”

Makoto pulled her eyes away from the colored canvas, and flashed her aunt a lopsided smile. “It's coming along great, Auntie,” she supplied. “Thanks.”

“Good.” Majo sat down to watch her niece reinvigorate a corner of the old masterpiece. The sun was setting through the curtained windows, casting a soft, even glow on the girl's unkissed cheeks. Makoto was a pretty picture.

“Makoto?” she voiced quietly, so as to not disrupt her niece's evasive concentration.

“. . . Yeah?”

“Nevermind,” came the reply. A pause, then: “It's getting late. Do you want to come have dinner with me?”

“Ummm . . .” Makoto dabbed a light dot of apple red on the expanse in front of her before setting the brush down carefully. She smiled in satisfaction, pulling off her gloves. “Okay, let's have dinner. This can wait until tomorrow.”

As they headed out the door, Majo decided not to ask about the small sighs that had escaped whilst Makoto were painting.

A/N: This was a scrap of a scrap, really. It was on the verge of going in the recycle, but, heck, there's so little of this out there. If you left a review, thank you ever so much. I'm glad that I'm not the only one who adores this movie. I'm actually quite shocked. Is this one the only story in this category? But it needs more fanfic. So, I encourage more fanfic to be written for this movie. Anyone?