colourful compilation
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everything is grey, his hair, his smoke, his dreams,
and now he's so devoid of colour, he don't know what it means,
and he's blue, he's blue
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— colors, halsey
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When Amu first meets him, her world is a tricolour mess.
Pink and blue and green — what else? What else can she possibly think of other than these three confusing eggs concealed in her backpack? But, somehow, it's this that makes her truly recognise for the first time just how alive their world is. And perhaps it's this — perhaps it's this many-coloured view that makes it so hard for her to believe that Ikuto is truly nothing but a black cat.
But Amu doesn't understand. How could Ikuto be so monotone?
She sees him huddled on the floor of an alleyway and the blood about his lips is red.
She spots him across the hall at Utau's concert and his cheeks are bruised purple.
When he laughs, her heart is lightened by a sunny yellow.
Sometimes when he and Tadase together and she thinks she sees green.
Their teacup is the colour of her blush and it's the first time that Amu has seen his mind so clear.
He is a canvas and his music is a symphony saturated with the shades of his very soul. It is vibrant — soaked in vivacity. It is alive. It is everything he is and yet at the same time all he lacks — all that has been robbed from him — and it's in those few, rare, treasured moments that Amu sees tones of him that no one ever else has.
Whenever she sees him his hair is so bright and his chuckle so clear, his smirk so teasing. Whenever she sees him, the world becomes so crisp and clear… But his eyes — they're so empty. They're distant, they're dull. They're grey and hopeless and desperate and Amu feels them tug at her heart. Ikuto exists solely in black and white, wandering through grey fog — crawling aimlessly through life, lost and alone…
It doesn't matter that she sees a work of art in the magic Ikuto works with his violin. It doesn't matter because he has been so stripped of all that gives a person hope — all that gives a person life — that his spirit is dulled and his eyes overcast.
But all Amu wants is to guide him back and shed light upon his faded world — to make him believe that he is not the character he thinks he is; that beauty exists beneath the surface of the so-called 'black cat' of despair, because when the world isn't so overwhelming, Amu still sees that colourful compilation shine through.
X-Eggs drift lazily about him, shrouded in purple, as his stepfather plunges his heart into depths darker than black.
But she won't have it.
White light fills the air.
She descends golden from the light of heaven and wraps her arms around him so tight and firm because he's so, so cold and her heart is a beacon of warmth amongst the grim, chill clouds that befuddle his brain.
And she sees the life light up in his eyes.
"Amu..."
They're blue.
"Ikuto!"
And they're breathtaking.
And as the rush of colour faintly spreads across his face — warm and fresh like a watercolour sunrise — Amu's cheeks flush pink.
Because suddenly he looks like his music.
And Amu has never seen such a masterpiece before.
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