Steal Me


A/N: Special thanks to Brokenshardsofmyheart99, who would've looked this over if there had been time.

Disclaimer: I do not own YYH, but I do hope I own the plot and the minor male OC.

Warnings: Yaoi, OC's POV, AU, and BAD writing.


Dawn. The sun rose over the top side of the mountain, illuminating the land before it. Alone, he sat in his room, waiting to hear the birds' wings flap as they swooped outside. As always his window was opened. The frosty air made his skin tingle, but he sat still nonetheless.

Closing his eyes, he stood up. All of his armor was in place, neat and spotless as ever. Looking down at himself, he frowned. "Gray," he muttered. A bird's cry made him look out the window once more. The day seemed nice, even if there was no color other than gray. "Time to go."

He opened his door and walked out, letting the door close by itself. Walking to the his master's chambers was a short distance. If trouble ever arose, he was close by to help protect him. Before walking inside, he lingered a moment. Taking in a deep breath, he let himself in.

Looking inside, he noticed his master was already awake. It was rare to catch him still asleep, but it was also a moment he relished. Out of everyone else that served his master, he was the single individual that was allowed to see him at all times. That included the times his master slept, which happened to be his most vulnerable. It was the moment his mind became fragile and lips shadowed speech.

"Good morning, my lord," he greeted, bowing his head.

As usual, his master spoke no words of greetings. There was a fleeting moment of silence, one that he dared not interrupt. It was at most times followed by an order to brig him his clothes or to prepare a bath for him. However, today his master was taking longer than usual to command orders.

It was tempting to ask something, but his lips remained closed. It was his master who broke the spell. "I saw red," he said, as if he were speaking to himself.

The words made him look up, without asking for permission. "My lord?" he asked, voice almost quivering. Out of everything he had anticipated to hear, his master's spoken words were not it. Color had vanished a long while ago, when his master had taken the crown. Everyone he knew had lost hope of seeing it return.

"I saw red," his master spoke again, looking straight at him. "It was the color of blood. Find him, Hara." As puzzling as the request was, he couldn't help but take a moment to admire the sound of his own name. Whenever it was spoken by anyone else, it sounded like filth. With his master, it sounded like beautiful music. "The man I speak of has red hair. Somewhere on him, he has green, the color of grass. Do you remember the colors?"

Hara nodded. It hadn't been simple to lock in the memories of the colors, but he had done so. "Hara, he's the key to making this gray go away. Find him."

Nodding, Hara lifted his head. "My lord, may I ask a question?" His master nodded, not looking at him. "I doubt I will be able to see these colors you speak of. Is there something unique about him?"

"Something to help you identify him, you mean? Yes. There's a scar on his abdomen. Aside from that…" Standing up, his master wrapped a sheet around him. "Long hair, average height and weight. Don't be fooled, Hara, his face looks girlish, but he is male."

"Understood. I will find him, my lord," he vowed to him. "Shall I leave now?"

His master's crimson eyes narrowed. "Yes."