Kanami thought hard. A name...? She had to come up with a name for the woman that had hair that was pink, and now she owed her soul to. A family... What would that include? A mother and father? A sibling or two? Maybe... Maybe she could start her own little family. Just maybe. She didn't know exactly what would come to her, and that was a frightening, yet relieving thought.
She bit her lip, anxious. What if the nearly-shinigami didn't like the name she was given? She then winced, as the woman had dug her nails into her collarbone, and she watched in fascination as her blood swirled into a rose bud, which then opened, as they were close to each other. She waited a second, still pondering the option over the name. "Momoiro." She finally said the word for pink in japanese. "Can I call you Momoiro?" She asked her. She touched her collarbone lightly with her fingertips. It no longer hurt her. Maybe... Maybe now she could have a real family.