BEFORE YOU SAY ANYTHING: *Runs away*

and you'll have to find out the POV's.

Standing

Purple... I hate that colour. It infuriates me every time I see it. Why do I hate that colour? Because of Gakupo. I hate him. I hate him so much. There aren't enough words to describe that very hate I feel. The little idiot, thinking he could take my heart and break it. Well he's wrong.

And that green girl, I blame her too. I blame them all. How many girls had he been sleeping with when I wasn't looking?

I had myself to blame. For falling in love with that wretch. For being so stupid as to not seeing it. For being a total idiot for thinking he loved me back. All those gifts, words and kisses were simply for him, never for us.

Never.

I stared at the plum in my hand. It was purple. I wonder if it's sour, just like him? I walked over to the sink, it seemed like an eternity. I placed the plum under the faucet and turned the water on. It made the plum a darker shade of purple then before. I turned the water off.

The small water droplets rolled off of the plum. I took a bite, surprisingly it was sweet. Juice rolled onto my chin and wrist. Incredibly sweet, even though the peel was sour. Only the peel was purple, I realized.

What surprised me to the point where I couldn't eat the fruit was that the inside was pink. It was usually yellow, but the inside was pink. The sour peel balanced the sweet inside. I put the fruit down. I felt sick. Was the world trying to tell me I belonged with him? Surely not, right?

I ran out of the house in tears. I knew where I had to go, he would help me. He's my friend, he'd never leave me, would he? I wouldn't be able to take it.

I didn't care that people stared at me, I didn't care that my shoe fell off, heck, I hardly cared that I tripped.

I couldn't think straight... Damn you Gakupo, why have you done this to me...?

Pink. The one colour that puts me at ease. It's beautiful, and it's a pastel colour, calming. The only reason I saw that side of it was because of Luka. She was my world. My everything. And then I lost her.

It was like losing your mother, or your father. Horrible, painful and extremely sickening. Although I was sick at myself.

I wish I could say I blame that green-haired chick, Gumi entirely, but it was my fault too. I practically played along with her, and then... I feel like an idiot, which I can't say I'm not.

"Come on Gakkun, we can do LOTS tonight!" Gumi exclaimed, licking her lips. I knew I was dating Luka, but apparently my dick hates me. I gave in, like I gave in every night...

Locked in an embrace, I didn't see Gumi. I saw Luka. I didn't hear Gumi, I heard Luka. I only thought about her pink hair, soft cerulean eyes, gentle voice, figure, shape, height, all that made Luka perfect. She had not a flaw in her.

Except for loving me.

Gumi forgot to lock the door, and that dreadful moment when Luka walked it. "Oh, I see... It was never about us, was it?" Luka asked coldly, each world stuck in my mind. Never about us.

"W-Wai-"

"I don't wanna hear it from a two-timer like you," she turned around and left me with Gumi. "I hate you."

Gumi giggled, brushing a lock of my lavender hair back. "Shall we continue?" she purred. I wish I said no. I wish I had gone to Luka. I wish I was anywhere but with Gumi.

It was like a bad movie. A horrible movie. And I was the star. It was horrible, the moment would never leave me. I can't blame anyone but myself here. It was like a never-ending nightmare.

My nightmare.

My thoughts can't be thought anymore without a trace of Luka in them. It's like I could never be seperated from her, even though we are. Once again, stupidity and hormones made me do this.

I knew who she would go to first. That blue-haired freak. He wasn't worthy of Luka, but then again, I couldn't say I was.

Luka won't be forgiving a certain purple-haired samurai anytime soon...

I thought about my good friend Luka and Gakupo. The two were dating, and shouldn't I be happy for them? But I can't, I just can't.

Why? Simply because I love Luka. Her good-smelling soft pink hair and sharp observant aquamarine eyes, she was like a goddess while I'm some measly peasant. It makes me sad that Luka is oblivious enough to not see my feelings, but as long as my crush is happy, I'll be happy too.

My name? Kaito Shion, man in the blue.

The one and only Kaito in love, unbelievable, right? Well let me tell you, believe it! I don't see how no one single can't see the charms of Luka, she could be mature or innocent as she wanted too. There were three things keeping me away from the love of my life.

Gakupo.

My conscience.

Luki.

Luki, I swear to God he's the most overprotective brother out there. He still doesn't trust Gakupo—not that I trust him anyways.

The doorbell rang. With my heavy steps, I opened the door slowly to see a crying Luka. Just looking at her made me wanna cry. I looked at her wth my deep blue eyes.

"L-Luka? Come in, come in," I said, letting the pinkette shuffle into my house. When I closed the door the first thing Luka did was attack me with a hug and then she cried into my shirt. This, was a change. "Wh-What's wrong?"

"G-Gakupo!" she sobbed pitifully. I was going to kill him. Whatever that bastard did to make my friend cry he was gonna pay the fucking price. "H-He ch-ch-cheated...!"

That just made it ten times worse. I stroked Luka's long hair while whispering into her ear. "Don't worry, I won't let him hurt you. I'll always be there for you, always," I whispered, while she kept crying. She looked up at me with those amazing, now dull and red eyes.

"Pr-Promise?" she squeaked out. How could I say no? Oh right, I couldn't. You never could say no to anything Luka said.

"I promise," I said gently, rubbing her back. "I won't let him hurt you ever again," and I meant it. He wasn't going to lay a finger on Luka without answering to me.

Gakupo, prepare to feel my wrath.

How was that? Good? Bad? Should I continue? .3. Cause I was eating a plum and came up with this.

TWINNY, NO. STOP STARING AT ME FROM THE WINDOW. GET DOWN. NO, NO, GET OUT OF MY ROOM! *Runs while Twinny chases me*