~A Cryaotic and Mad fanfic series. Warning, contains graphic details.~

Mad's POV:

Red.

Such a beautiful color.

Why nobody likes it is a mystery to me.

I would often ask people why they don't like red, but all they do is stare at me with their red bodies.

They always asked me "why are you doing this?".

"I want to paint you red." I would always say simply.

They would ask, beg, plead with me not to do it. That would always anger me.

Don't paint you red? That's what you're asking? Why don't you like the color red? I would think, upset.

I would still paint them, hoping that they would be happy with my artwork. In the end, they may look glorious in their red, but their faces are so sad, even scared.

It doesn't make sense. Why don't you like my artwork? Why don't you like all of the red?

I never found anyone that loved red just as much as me. Nobody. It was lonely, not having anyone. That is, until I found him.

Cry. He was someone that didn't hate the color red.

The thing that confused me was I didn't want to paint him. No, I wanted to do something entirely. Something I hoped he would do with me.

I wanted to share the red, show him the beauty of the color, show him what I saw when I painted.

Show him... everything.

It was a strange feeling, wanting to share the beauty, but I liked it. So, in order to do that, I became friends with him.

He was scared of me, but instead of getting mad like I always did, I smiled.

Eventually, he became my partner in art. I enjoyed ever moment with him, to the point where I actually felt happy.

My feeling for him multiplied and I felt something entirely new, something other then a comradeship.

I loved him, just as much as the red. I never really thought of people as friends, let alone lovers. I only saw them as canvases to the art of the color red. But, he was different.

My feelings of love for Cry became so great that I couldn't stay away from him, so I made Cry my lover.

On Valentines Day, I wanted to give him the best gift. Something that would show him my love.

In the end, I gave him something very close to me. Something that would explain to Cry just how much I loved him.

...I gave him my heart.

Cry, did you like my present? I never had a chance to ask. I just wanted to give you something that would show you what I wanted to say.

My red paints it...

...

But your red is more beautiful, Cry.


The End

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