Author's note: Yo. I'm about as dead as you can be (minus the rotting and decaying corpse thingie, that is). People following me on dA already know that it's my graduation year, so I'm busy with school stuff. And I also hit a writer's block this autumn with my story Perfect Day, so I tried writing some oneshots to get stuff out of my head. It's not necessarily good stuff.

This is a collection of oneshots, all told from Zero's POV, all starting from a color theme. They usually follow a chronological logic and follow the main story lines of VK, but without looking at all the ''turning points scenes''. I don't think it's good, but I thought I'd just try to get bad ideas out of my head and keep the good stuff for my other story. There's a lot of angst or fluff/cheesiness, depending on the color or my mood that day.

Good reading!

RED

I'm lying down in it. Arms spread, eyes staring at the ceiling, looking at it but not seeing. Just looking. There is no sound other than my breathing and I wish I could hear more than just myself, to have the proof that I am not alone. But I am.

Utterly and ultimately alone.

I don't move. Too scared to move, scared of something but I don't know why. I don't know why because Death has already come by to harvest the lives of my dear ones. There should be nothing to fear now. There's just me left.

I don't look around; I know what's around me. More red. I feel it, that disgusting warmth seeping from my neck, on the floor. And more than feel, I can actually smell that perfume that makes flowers wilt and little kids cry. It's putrid, it's heavy, it's red. And it's calling to me in ways I wish it never did.

My red flows in a silent, weak flow. It's only two little rivers, calm but alive, that throws itself in a dead ocean.

Mom. Dad. I wish I had gone with you.

It's a night that doesn't want to end. How I wish for an end.

And as I stare at that ceiling, I think about her.

Her eyes, just as red as the ocean beneath me. She was the Reaper, the Inevitable, the End. Her lips, tainted by my red. Smiling at me. Smiling at them. There was no madness in that smile. No malice, no hate, no nothing. Just satisfaction, that unholy satisfaction that is granted by the accomplishment of revenge.

And how I envy her. I want what she had.

Revenge

I want back from her what she took from me.

Life

I want for her what only I should give her.

Death

And that color that suited her so well, I want it to bloom like flowers in May all over her kimono, for I have a thirst for it now. It's there, I know it is. It's hiding well for now but the beast has already made its nest in my heart, clawing it's way through it, gouging out my humanity.

She took too much from me. Everything. She left only small crumbs after her nighttime meal. She took my mirror image from me, my other half, my heart. She didn't have to force him either, he was more than happy to watch her drink her fill. And like her, he left me only one thing.

A smile. A joyous, satisfied smile.

Ichiru...

She left with him. And here I am, alone with my red.

So I'll wait for the day to come. A day that seems as far away as the morning that will come after this night as I lie on my back. I'll keep fighting the red away until the night where the Reaper will come again to take the two of us away.

Author's note: It's sure to be filled with errors. I typed that on my ipad, which means I didn't have an automatic corrector. I just checked Google Translate once in a while. It's the same with the following chapters.

It was very short, but you'll see the following oneshots are longer. (1K+)

Review if you have time, I'm not too busy to answer if you have questions or if you just wanna say hi.