Why I Like to Wear Black
Black isn't a colour. It's the absence of colour. She's the one who replaces it all.
I smirked at the colour that I wore—black.
Then I remembered all that I associated with it.
The colour of the text in the college textbooks I'd happily burned after I'd gotten my degree.
The colour I favored to wear above all others.
The tinge of the sunglasses I wore.
The colour of gunpowder and the firearms that it was used for ammunition in.
I then remembered what else I favored about black.
That dress she wore to that bar, the night we met after the T-Veronica incident.
The type of eye she gave me for a few minutes after yelling at me that I'd trodden on her. Thank goodness my healing abilities are superior to a human's. I let her because she needed to let it out, that and she was so intoxicating when angry.
The nail polish that had decorated her nails as I showed her how to aim, when we had begun to be acquainted.
The phone she'd bought me to replace the silver one she'd accidentally washed along with some of my laundry when I had stayed with her.
The kind of coffee she makes me all the time.
I then remembered why I also used to hate the colour black, back when I had favored the colour of dark blue.
It's the absence of colour. That much is certain. That is why I used to hate it. Nothing was there to fill that absence it signified to me.
As slender arms wrapped around my waist and she rose up to peck my lips, auburn bangs tickling the bridge of my nose, I remembered why I liked to wear black now.
It was the absence of colour.
As her blue eyes closed in passion for the kiss I had deepened with no complaint from either of us, I smirked against her lips.
The absence was filled by my dear hearts' own vibrant colour, so the absence was duly forgotten.
That's why I liked to wear black.
Wesker-… Okay then. Bored?
K.L.K- you could say that, that and I wanted to post something. I haven't in awhile.
Claire- (dryly) and here I thought we were all saved.
K.L.K-…Shut up, you.
Claire- (cheekily) Okay! So, what did this stem from?
K.L.K- Well, darkness is black, right? In total darkness—when it's pitch black—there isn't enough light to register colours. The human eye cannot simply differentiate the colours with no light to do so with. So, hence the quote, 'Black is the absence of colour', because it's simply true.
Wesker-… It is a good thing I am a scientist, otherwise that would have confused me.
Claire- (dead-panned stare) Well… jeeze. You think too much.
K.L.K- I know.
Claire- you realize this is beginning to be longer than the fanfic itself, correct?
K.L.K- Yes, and it would help if you would stop being so damn cheeky tonight. Sheesh… I'm working on 'Never Fail' and 'I Survived', plus a few fics on the side. It'll be done, just not instantly.
Claire- Okees, I can live with that. (smiles)
K.L.K- Well, yes, this is a subtle Wesker/Claire ficcy. A short one… not even 500 words when I usually write up to two thousand words easily for a short chapter.
Wesker- Anyway, please—
K.L.K- (waves arms) Review!!! (they stare at her)…What? I almost never get to say it… (pouts)