Sorry, I couldn't get this damn plot Light Imagay outta my head, so here I am, posting... xD
Anways, this is gonna be a GOM x Kuro one, but I'm not sure who to put Kuro-chan with at the end... A five on one for all of the sickos out there like me, maybe?
Prologue
Sweet, sour, creamy, bland, fruity, soft, hard, he had made then all. The beautiful texture of the icing underneath his caring palms; only separated by a thin layer of plastic foil. White roses bloomed in mere moments, their vanilla petals tinted slightly by a golden sky blue. Those were always his fashion of doing things.
Kuroko Tetsuya would not accept any other way or color other than white and blue, his stubbornness could not be wavered. And even though his choices were limited, he was famous in the world of pastry. His works melts on the tongue, leaving after a tingly, but not unpleasant after-taste.
At the first glance, you would not think that this plain, petite man was one of the most popular chefs in the whole world. But if you move a little closer, you might be able to see the unique, golden tint of decoration powder he always has clinging to his shirt, and smell the distinctive scent of vanilla emitting from the fragile body.
Kuroko was always the same; observing people from the shadows. He did not liked to be the center of attention, and miraculously, despite his obvious fame, he was never revealed publicly. The man was a mystery to the world, and it seemed that he wanted to keep it this way.
White and gold-tinted-blue, they were the only colors in his life that he wanted to accept. All he wanted was for everything to be simple, and stay that way.
But then came the splashes of violet, followed by a blood-red crimson. And a passionate midnight blue that stole his breath away. Gold seemed to brighten his world as the strange, comforting emerald green intruded his world, staining the beautiful white that he had took so long to perfect. The tiny spots grew and engulfed what was left of the pure, pure white vanilla, turning the wonderful master-piece into a mixture of all colors of rainbow.
The scent of vanilla was covered slowly, but surely, by the smell of cinnamon and sunshine and deep, dark chocolate. The carefully crafted roses turned into flowers of all sorts; a garden made of sweet delights.
Darkness was slowly invaded by light; dawn has come, the night will fade.
He tried to fight against it, to tell him that he did not want this, but with those five people came the doubt he had hid in all his years; was it really that bad to see the morning sun?
Either way, the choice was not his to make, for it was not him who took the first step; it was a man named 'Murasakibara Atsushi'.
R&R~