Theme: Colorful

Pairing: Kuroh/Shiro

Rating: T

Word Count: 562

Summary: Wherein Yatogami Kuroh is anything but colorful.

Warnings: Angry Kuroh, my Shiro kinda acts like Italy? (I can't help it!)

A/N: Hi! This would be my first drabble/short stories project. I used the themes or prompts from different sources in the internet. So if you want to request a prompt that you think I can do, don't hesitate! :) Oh, and please review, they will serve as my inspiration in continuing this :D

To say the least, Yatogami Kuroh is anything but colorful. His things were almost coated with black or just not colored at all. He wanted it like that. It gave him a sense of organization in his belongings. Seeing his possessions with the same austere style can calm his mind. Colors annoyed him.

So it was only an understatement when the only reaction Kuroh did when Shiro painted his briefcase with bright blue was a twitch of his left eye.

"Isana Yashiro…"

With his back facing his vassal, Shiro just hummed a response, happily drying his masterpiece with a fan. He is, not so surprisingly, oblivious of the fact that Kuroh's intense look at him could certainly kill.

"What are you doing?" Try to calm down, Kuroh. There might be a good reason behind this. Please.

"Hm? Can't you see?"

"I. Said. What. Are. You. Doing." Kuroh had added a long pause after every word for better results. But judging the boy he's dealing with, he can't be sure what the upcoming effect is.

Turning around to face his companion, the silver king placed the newly-painted case in front of Kuroh's face. "Tadah! I painted your brief-" Shiro was cut short by himself when he saw the aura of animosity the black-haired man is giving him. "Um, are you angry?"

The older boy removed his case from the other's clutch and placed it on the floor. He closed his eyes and took deep breaths, hoping that this would help him control the sane part of him left. Realizing that 99% of that was long gone, he pinned Shiro on the ground.

"Can't you tell? I'm angry! Why did you do that to my case?" Eyes still closed, Kuroh grabbed both of the younger boy's wrists to avoid him escaping.

"I'm sorry! I'm truly sorry! I just wanted to help you!" Shiro tried to pry his hands from the taller boy, but to no avail. He started struggling, but the action did another effect, as his thigh brushed a part of Kuroh that shouldn't be brushed (not now, anyway).

This was made even worse when they both realize what just happened. "S-stop your squirming! I won't let you go until you tell me why you did that!" the accident made Kuroh flustered, but not enough for Shiro to get away.

"I'm sorry! I just thought that if I painted your briefcase with something bright it might be easier for you to locate when it's lost or if someone steals it. Shizume is a large city and I know your kitchen utensils are-"

"My brief case has GPS."

"Huh?"

"I said, my briefcase has GPS. It's connected with my phone."

"Oh." A second was all it took for the silver-haired boy to process the new information. And another second was given to allow his face to feature many different shades of red.

"H-how silly of me. Why didn't I think of that? I'm sorry, I'm going to paint it black again." Then Shiro started squirming again. And Shiro brushed it again.

Oh to hell with it.

Kuroh crashed his lips to the surprised king. To his king, mind you. Of course, the squirming hasn't stopped since Shiro wanted to remove his hands and place it to the older boy's hair or to any part of his body that he could reach.

A/N: Okay, the first time when Shiro's sentence was cut was intentional. Haha. Brief. So porn.