Hearing in Colours
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or the original idea of this story (found on tumblr)
Prologue
The world is uninteresting; theres not much to see but the shades, and the shady. It's hard to believe that there is something amazing beyond this. Sometimes you'll see people smiling, and you have to ask yourself why? When the world is so plain, how can you smile? It's a question that can be answered later on when you realize the value of love. But I never understood that part either. I love my friends and family. I know the value of that love. I understand it very well. It hurt so much to lose my father, and yet, the pain that I felt, is that not what love is? People often say that love is pain, don't they? I guess that's why some couples choose to stay in abusive relationships.
Rumour has it that once you find love, you can see colours. I find love in my family and friends. I find love with my cat Buyo. But I can't see this wonder called colours. Since birth there is a procedure of match making developed by the government, and it is supposed to help you see colours faster. A lot of arranged marriages happened this way, and it is even integrated to the school system. Talk about overkill. Children as young as two will already be expecting a ring on their finger later on because "Wow, oh my god mommy, I see yellow!
Don't get me wrong, I would love to see what yellow looks like, unfortunately, I don't get that much luck. Out of 7 billion people in the world, I'm restricted to the 127 million in Japan. That's 1.8% of the worlds population. I don't even know if I'll be able to see colours in my life. I don't even know what to expect if I see in colour. How different can it possibly be from the blurs of grey I see everyday. I wonder how many people marry each other out of infatuation and pretend to see in colour. Do they live in the grey or the black? Maybe they live in the white, or the shady white that's safe. It's also a crime to pretend in some countries. Luckily, Japan is not one of them. I wonder if the people who go to prison for this crime, end up finding their soulmate there? And when they beg to be set free because now they can see, they aren't believed? What sucks about this reality is it's like fate chooses your sexuality before you realize it yourself. Don't get me wrong, sexuality is not a choice. Some parents though, imagine what they'll say when their son brings home another man and says "I can see with him" ?
"This is not right," they'll say in unison.
"That's not true, you probably have got it mistaken with someone else," they'll agree.
Even worse. You're at a conference or some huge social event, and then suddenly you can see. And your supposed partner can see too. But neither one of you knows who the other is. How awkward would it be to go around person by person asking if they could suddenly see? Seeing is something that is supposed to be kept within closed doors. It is a huge phenomenon, and everyone is trying to see, but it's like an unspoken rule to go around asking if someone else can see. It's embarrassing if they can't. Maybe they'll lie because they are infatuated.
Take Scenario 1: "Hi this is really embarrassing, but, suddenly, I can see! I was wondering if you can too? No? Okay, sorry about that. Can you see? Can you see? Can you see?" The annoyance, I wonder who'll break first, the person asking or everyone around seeing a crazed person trying to find the other that can see.
Scenario 2: "Can you see?" A man, tall and blue eyed asks.
"Oh my God, can you?" She asks infatuated, and swooned.
"Yes, just now!"
"Me too!" She says while lying.
Get the picture?
Anyway, it just seems pointless. Oh, and another really really shitty thing! If your loved one dies, you stop seeing in colour until you find another soulmate. So that means, it's possible for you to have more than one compatible partner in your life time. But others can't even get one. Or is it that they can never find one? They'll never know because they'll die in shades. I wonder if the afterlife is colourful. I want to see something besides this grey, and that shade, and that white, and that black, and that other shades in between. What if when you die, you just live in black? What if when you die without meeting your partner, you continue to be in shades. All these theories and dark ideas that come with this dumb reality gets me so frustrated my head hurts. Never mind the afterlife, this life is painfully slow and tasteless. The rumour is more than a rumour. People believe it like it's a bible. I chose not to because I don't like believing in something there is no proof of. I don't like believing in something I can't see.
I wonder if you can force yourself to see colour? For instance, you really like this guy, and he seems to really like you. You can go on multiple dates and still see nothing, but what if after the nth date you start to see? After all the trying you realize that you guys really are meant for each other. But alas, there has never been such a thing. There was a story once though that a couple stopped seeing in colour even though the other was still alive. The reason being that one of the two had a better, more compatible partner produced. So now they much search for the one they are better off with. Also shitty. Though there isn't evidence to prove the colour phenomenon, it's been said enough and been around enough to be true. I want to believe it's true too, but I don't like believing in what I can't see. I am 20 years old now, and I still can't see. I'm happy for my friends around me telling me about their engagement parties, and the colour themes, and the flowers, and the sights to behold in colour. It's like being born again! Ridiculous, I don't remember being born. Of course, I'm happy for them, why wouldn't I? At least I know what colours the bride and groom will wear. I can recognize that much.
I kind of accepted that I won't be seeing in colour, and I am upset about it because that's all the talk is about. But at the same time I'm happy, because if I were to meet someone and see, what if I really just do not like the person, and fate thinks I have this weird thing for 3 toed people. I think about it, I cringe, I don't want to conform to the idea that I will be in love when I see colours. If the man I love has 3 toes then that's fine, but let it be because I love him and not because I can see with him. This sucks. You life is determined before you can even talk to the guy.
This life has got me on edge. I'm afraid. And yet at the same time, this world is still uninteresting, and it just be because of what I am restricted to seeing.
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A/N: What do you think? New story is up and it's a short chapter to start you off as it is only a prologue. The official first chapter will be up in a few weeks because I am currently in exam season right now. But I am excited to start writing again! Please review!