Written for Christmas, for Oakdoitter.

There were blue flowers everywhere in the field, overpowering the green and brown and gold. Iruka stretched his hands out, touched the blossoms of a flower near his head, and plucked the flower.

"You alright?" Kakashi asked. Iruka brought the flower close to his face, twirling it between his fingers.

"You're early." The head of the flower was heavy, dragging the stem down, bending nearly in half, and Iruka watched it sink.

"Am I?" Kakashi sat next to Iruka, glanced around him. "It's pretty here. Blue. Where are we?"

Iruka lifted his head enough to look around them, to look at the flowers of blue that bled into the green and brown and gold. The flower in his hand melted away into a butterfly, blue and green and brown and gold. Naruto's eyes, Sakura's and Genma's and Tsunade's. Eyes that stared at Iruka and Kakashi and cried tears that turned into pearls.

"Heaven," Iruka said with a laugh, and the butterfly was melting into ribbons that slipped like water through Iruka's fingers. He laid back in the grass, and sank into the flowers.

It was perfect. Iruka was happy.

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