A/N: I'm feeling a bit pathetic now-a-days, so I wrote this in a way to humor myself. It started out as a drabble for my own amusement, since I see the air of a plot somewhere in this mystic sea of boredom, I might continue this but until I write chapter two…

Extra note: I don't know with you, but I really love the title a lot! Oh yeah, if things doesn't make sense remember, it's not suppose to. Also, I'm not really good at describing body movements like hurting people or getting hurt.

Enjoy

Any Color You Like

Chapter One: Brain Damage

The lunatic is in our head

-Pink Floyd, 'Brain Damage'

When Kudo Kazahaya was a child, from the moment he could remember most of his memories always had something to do with getting hurt. He remembers hiding in a closet underneath the stairs, where most of the winter coats would hang for most of the year until the snow would fall in the wintry month of December. Outside the wooden door footsteps cause by the heels of his mother would stomp on the spotless floor. He never let out a breath as she heatedly strides back and forth in search of the boy hidden inside the closet she was passing by. Kazahaya was young, around four or five, wearing the tainted blue sailor's uniform. The filth managed to catch the fabric of his clothe when he accidentally stumbled on his mother's prized garden. He hitched his breath when he heard his mother's shoes pass by his very hiding place again, but this time harder. Upon hearing the rapidness of his mother's pace, he knew she was really mad. By now, Kazahaya knew she checked the rooms upstairs, the cupboards in the kitchen, the closet with his clothes, the bathroom and his always spic and span nursery, which he also shared with his twin sister.

Their mother hated filth, she hated anything beyond the norm and she seemed to hate him and his siblings. That was how he understood her anger, it seems that every little thing he did was always a mistake. Even if the cause wasn't directly to him or at his sister or at their older brother, it seemed that they were to blame for everything that goes wrong in the house. Kazahaya always thought that maybe it was because of the death of their daddy that made their mother really sad. But he can never understand why she would always be so violent. Other people were nicer to him just like the kind lady at the flower shop that would always give him a flower or two when he passes by her flower shop. He could never understand why his mother just couldn't be the same like her too. Kazahaya once thought maybe it was because that they were bad children that is why their mother hated them. They were always reminded of their evil deeds again and again- letting the kitchen plate fall, dirtying their clothes while going out, getting grass stains on the floor from outside- deeds that seemed to be the end of the world if ever they were committed.

People from outside Kazahaya house always say they were good children. Even if the boy twin was a bit clumsy, but nonetheless they were the best-behaved children. They never talk back to their mother and never did a word escape their mouths unless spoken to. Their older brother who was already in school was way ahead of his class. His record was impeccably clean and he could've moved higher if his mother allowed him to skip another grade. Kazahaya's older sibling was self-sufficient; he cleaned his own room, never made a mess with his soup and washed his own clothes. But it seemed that what ever he did, no matter how many medals hidden underneath his bed and the certificates thrown away in the trash, he was still nowhere near perfect. Kazahaya and Kei were jealous of him, at least he get to escape the mother's absurd tyranny for a few hours a day.

From the moment she was told that her husband was anything but normal did she learn to detest. It was a month after their marriage that he told her that he was had powers that she never he had in the first place. The woman almost sank into the pits of depression when she heard these words from her betrothed, and she was then pregnant with their eldest son then. Upon learning this, she learned to scorn the man that she has pledged her life with. She convinced herself never ever to bear him anymore children but six years after the birth of their first child, in that fateful night amidst the martinis and sweet alcohol the twins were planted in her body. Just like with the first-born, she endured the nine months of pain that she never wanted to experience ever in her life. Why she hated the difference that was inherited by the children from their father was never really clearly defined. Maybe it was because if ever she thinks of them, all she could see are people with abnormalities worse than the ones her family received, masquerading their oddity in freak shows. The man was kind, he always tried to please her but there was nothing he could to make her happy. It was as if all the memories and all the things they gone through as a couple seemed to have disappeared just because he was different from the rest. He'd sometimes play witness to the beatings of his children, but there was nothing he could do. The woman excused it as her own way teaching their children discipline.

He once contemplated getting divorced and taking the kids out of the country, far away from this evil woman. But then, everyone knew her and her absurd 'disciplining', she once spanked Kei in public for merely touching the hem of her clothes. With that, all the woman had was him and the three children. Even a creature as vile as her received forgiveness from the heart of the man. It was one of his fervent wish that somehow a trickle of mercy could flow in hers, but no matter how many years of waiting, he could still hear his poor children. He once convinced himself that maybe she was right in this technique of discipline of hers, unlike the unruly children of his colleagues, his were the most well-mannered.

It was the greatest blunder of the man, mistaking terror for obedience.

In the bitter darkness Kazahaya felt hot and he chocked in the near absence of air. He quickly covered his mouth and nose with his hands as he soon realized his mistake, the tapping of shoes outside his door stopped right in front of his door. Even before the door was opened and his small arm was yanked away forcibly by his mother did the tears already fell from his eyes. His small frame crashed with the Persian rug that did nothing to cushion his fall, big fat streaks of childish tears were raining down from his emerald eyes as the inevitable slaps of his mother's hands started meeting with his small cheeks. His mother didn't only limit herself to slaps but also to punches and kicks striking indiscriminately everywhere and anywhere she sees fit.

"Okasan!" he screamed as the beating got worse, "Gomen nasai!"

His pleads fell to deaf ears, all his mother could do was scream at him in anger for an accident that was beyond his control. And in between the railings in their second floor were the wide similarly green eyes of his twin sister. She watched once again in fixated horror as their mother reduced her twin brother into a bloody pulp, punishing the boy for a crime that she very well knew her brother never committed.

Kei was powerless in times like these, just like her brother, an intervention of some sort would just result into a beating for both of them. And because of that, all she could do was sit there, and watch. She would wait until everything was over then would she go down to help her brother in need. When she always does, the door at the back of their house would shut itself as its slam would indicate their mother's departure. Kazahaya was begging but the more he talked, the louder he did, the worse the beating he would get.

Kei's hands gripped the prison-like bars as she stared at the kick that aimed itself on her brother's chest. For some reason, she felt Kazahaya's beating was longer than usual. From behind her a door opened and out came poked the head of their older brother. As soon as his baby sister heard the click of a doorknob she took her eyes away from the scene and stared at the third party and when she saw the face of their oniichan, she plead in a small whisper for help. He heard the request even with the escalating scream, the angered words downstairs and the sound of ringing slaps. Even when he was inside his room, while playing throw-the-ball-at-the-wall, he heard the yelps of pain and he knew that his crackpot of a mother was taking the daylights out of one of his siblings. But just like Kei, involvement would prove to be crucial not only for him but for the little youngster that was being punished, so he'd wait in his room. Listening and sometimes counting the strikes his poor siblings had to take. It was really rare that he would interfere while the fight was on. But today, there really was something wrong downstairs; the abuse was longer than usual.

As soon as he saw the tear-stained cheeks of the little girl and the unending sounds of torment from below did he react.

The idea of being hurt was nothing to him as he rushed past his sister and hastily ran down the stairs that almost resulted in his downfall.

"Ungrateful, you filthy little monster!" screamed their mother hoarse and out of the breath.

"Okasan, yamete!" Kazahaya looked up in shock to hear the voice of his older sibling. Just like he and Kei, his brother also inherited the golden hair that solely belongs to their almost beautiful almost mother. Almost beautiful because of the creases caused by the expression of anger and hatred that shaped their mother's once pretty face. His brother was six years his senior but unlike the bleeding boy, his brother received the exact cold and calculating violet gaze of his mother. Whilst the twins had the innocent and wide-eyes version of their father's green orbs; to him, it seemed that their brother was the almost the exact copy of their mother.

The older boy pushed his mother aside when she stared at him with a bit of shock coursing through her features when she saw her other son.

"Enough, can't you see you're killing him!" he held his brother in his arms, the once angel-like features of his boy sibling was marred with bruises and a small and thin line of blood ran down his head. He could almost hear the cracking the of his brother's ribs, for fear that he might worsened the injury, he loosened his hold on the boy.

"You!" she pointed an accusing finger at her first-born child, "You know than to nose around matters that doesn't concern you!"

"What else am I supposed to do? You were beating Kazahaya to death" he spat back, "And for what? For stumbling?"

"Don't you dare talk back to me in that tone of yours; don't you dare talk to me as if you know how to control this household!" she gave him a slap that went to leave a mark on his face; "You and your siblings are nothing but freaks! Damn the day when you three came into my life!"

Young angry violet stared at the woman that was supposed to be his mother, but then behind his powerful mask he couldn't help but hear the first cracks of the foundations as they started to tumble. He couldn't help but be held in a moment of disbelief at what his mother just declared. Even before the death of their father, they all have been called different things, each worse than its predecessor. But it was the first time that their mother acknowledges their difference in spite. Their mother called them bad, sometimes idiots or cretins but never came close to anything that reminded them of their abnormality. They knew what they are, of course, but they always pretended that they were normal beings. Only that their lives were filled with pain and remorse, the only thing that separates them from most of the other kids in the block.

"Not talking back are you now, are you?" she sneered at them in a crazed daze; "You're nothing but freaks, the three of you. Demons, all from the deepest pits of hell with your pathetic powers…"

Kazahaya gripped his brother's shirt; he could see the fire that started to ignite in his brother's eyes. Kei, from the second floor, could sense the impending danger from below. The violet orbs were showing the first signs of frailty but as the verbal abuse rose, hurt was replaced with another emotion all together. The twins, even at their tender age, knew what their oniichan was capable of if suddenly he was given a reason to loose his logic to feelings.

"Why… you…" he started, glaring daggers at the scorned woman, all his life he didn't dare let himself be broken by his mother. He would never let himself lose to the bitch that claims that claims to be the very woman that bore him. He promised himself that he would stand strong, if not for himself but for the two other children trapped in this house they were force to call a home. And that no matter how many names she'll call him, he'll always ignore them, flick them away like pest.

The crystal vase that was sitting on top of the table nearest to their mother broken into a thousands pieces and the flower that Kazahaya brought in today from the flower shop lay with the crystalline pieces of glass that was littered all around. Upon seeing the damage, their mother backed in fear as she saw the gravity in the boy's eyes. Her own eyes bounced from the broken crystal glass on the floor to the murder-like glare her first born child was giving her.

Kazahaya's brother was going to break more than another vase when the hand on the front of his shirt tightened its grip- as strong as the little strength left in him could offer. He stared at the green eyes and listened to the little voice coming from the younger one, echoing the lesson that he once instilled in the two when they themselves were tempted to use their powers, "Ni… chan… it's… it's not… worth… it…"

Five words were all it took to get his oniichan back.

Kei was halfway down the stairs when the sound of breaking glass numbed her feet. From that moment until this, she was stuck in the middle of the stair, unsure whether to join the battle or to play it safe and stay upstairs in between the bars with witnessing green eyes.

The maddening glint in their older sibling's eyes gradually disappeared and the mind that was once slipping away came and started working.

"Kaza-chan…" the first word he spoke.

With that, Kei took this as her cue to continue her flight heading downstairs and join her brothers. The older boy stared at their mother, waiting for her reaction with regained cool. However, she stood there as if in a daze what took her eyes off them were the footsteps of Kei, with that she snapped back to reality. Without a moment of hesitation, she turned around and left the three on their own, not even bother cleaning up the glass or barking an order to the eldest to clean up the mess. Like always, they all heard the back slam shut in their wake.

Kei hugged her twin as she finally reached him.

"Kaza-kun, you're all right!"

Young violet eyes surveyed them with the last of what warmth and love it was left. The older blond held his younger brother from behind and made a promised in his head, sealing it by kissing the yellow locks of his sibling.

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Rikou dropped the box of whatever-that-was-inside and let it fall to the ground; making reels of gauze lazily crawl away from Rikou and hide beneath the shelves of the store. It wasn't the ringing of the bell at the opened door of the store that surprised but the person who went in the store was to be blamed.

He was blonde. He somewhat shared the same height as Rikou but the latter wasn't sure about that. The man who entered the store was dressed in a black shirt that had nothing to boldly declare then jeans that were low and around his skinny legs. Two earphones were plugged on his ears and a fingerless glove covered his right hand. He was a striking human being, catching the attention of anyone near or far just by being where he is. His face was beset looked as if he'd rather be somewhere else.

The word handsome seemed to be an insult, this man was beautiful. His skin was flawless and Rikou could not see an offending storage of fat anywhere.

The black haired store employee was musing with the idea that the most recent visitor was a model. He almost forgot that staring was a very rude thing to do in the presence of other people but then his head decided he doesn't care and that little thing in his head that always keeps him up check was kicked by his other senses for being such a bother.

The man sauntered in with steps that didn't indicate anything, light and easy steps. As he explored the store and got near to where Rikou was, and then did the boy realized he should drop his gaze and get those rolls gauze to where they all belong. Rikou only had moment's close up glance of the man's face. His eyes were small but Rikou could see the dark amethyst that shone with calculation and shrewdness that the eyes denied. He knew Rikou was looking at him, did he acknowledge it or not was a mystery to Rikou.

The blond passed by Rikou without even sparing him a glance, as if he hadn't seen the boy in the first place and headed to the counter.

He leaned on it and took the whole shop in sharp and bored looking glances; studying the place, wondering if the store was worthy of his being there.

For five minutes, Rikou hid behind one of the shelves, trying to steal a look at this gorgeous guest, not taking note that he was putting the gauze in the wrong places.

And in five minutes, the angry voice of Kazahaya made Rikou jump in surprise as he appeared out of nowhere with the store's apron tied to his body and sat at the counter near to where the blond was. Along with Kazahaya was his complaints, "Rikou, you annoying prat, how dare you-"

When he swiveled the chair did he stop short.

Kazahaya caught the blonde's evening colored eyes and they stared at each other. His mouth was closed in surprised silence as the continuation of his sentence was swallowed down, forgotten as if it never existed in the first place.

Rikou watched them from his distance.

Kazahaya's mouth was shaped like a wide circle along with his eyes, an obvious face of shock. The man's just raised a brow at the boy's astonishment his lips a playing with an ironic smile (a grin).

Rikou, for some reasons, felt a bit of a tension in the air as he decided to drop his act and emerge from the shelves. That was when he saw what the problem was.

The blond, the older one, took off his earphones and in a bored drawl, "You're not supposed to stare like you've seen a ghost, Kazahaya"