"Azriel," she managed to say under her breath. She cleared her throat, making sure her following words were as clear as glass. "Usually, I'd ask you for a spar, but seeing as I'm not dressed for the occasion, perhaps I'd ask you for a dance." [Gwynriel]

Beaming with success from her company, Sakura Haruno is given the opportunity to transfer to her companies biggest branch in Tokyo. Yet what seems like a golden opportunity, strikes a nerve, as the lively city holds a fraction of her past, and a certain occupant still holds a fraction of her heart. Modern AU.

The dark-haired man felt shock at such an unusual sight, as he had never seen anyone have such vividly-colored hair. Medieval AU.