Brown.

Yeah, I know, what's the relevance of that?

Well it's extremely relevant to me.

Brown is the colour of her hair and her eyes.

Brown used to mean earth to me, and now it means kindness and warmth.

It means flowers too, because that's what her hair smells likes.

Black is extremely relevant too, but in a bad way, because that's the colour of his hair, and it means jealousy and pain I never imagined possible.

And though the red headed Miko teases me and calls me an old pervert when I hug her, or act brotherly, she knows how her words have a much deeper meaning.

Red means friendship to me now, as does yellow.

But brown was the most significant colour, and it warmed me just to know my hair was the same shade.

But I knew she would only ever think of me as a brother, even when I had held her teasingly in my arms at that godforsaken mansion, and she looked up at me with the pout that came second to her smile.

I could have made a move on her, but didn't, because her response wasn't an invitation.

So I had smacked her humorously on the head, hiding my feelings once more, and Ayako had stayed silent.

But I knew she would end up hurt eventually.

So I comforted her- all the time, whenever she needed it.

I waited in the wings, as her narcissist slowly cracked her heart into pieces I would pick up.

Because his hair was black, and mine was brown.

I used to think that I had no chance at gaining her heart, but as I lay in hospital, with five broken ribs and the others left, she came in and sat by me, comforting me despite my pain, and I saw something in her eyes, something that held only an eighth of what she held for the black haired wonder.

But that was enough to raise my hopes.

So I did something I would have never done hadn't I seen