A/N: A small fic following the commonly used 'colours' theme. I haven't seen a 2759-version one, so I thought I'll make one.

Apologies for any typos or grammatical mistakes - this was written down late at night when the idea refuses to leave me alone until it's all typed out.

Warning: This story contains shounen-ai/boyxboy elements, with TsunaGoku pairing.

COLOURS

Gold

It was all that crossed his mind the first time he saw that blazing eyes turning in his direction. He had always loved and adored the soft brown orbs of his precious Jyudaime, but when those flames appeared and his demeanour changed...those golden gaze brought shivers down his spine.

They devoured him, making him unable to hide anything from his boss. It was unfair. Not only was he constantly blushing and fumbling around in front of the mostly fond chocolate gaze; now he had to stop himself from staring in a daze into those pair of golds.

White

The first time he set his eyes on Sawada Tsunayoshi, he was dressed in his crisp white shirt; looking more regal than someone in his simple school uniform with clumsy demeanour had any right to be. But while everyone else was used to see him in those uniform white shirts, they never failed to get a reaction from him - because that white shirt, whether it be hidden away under cozy jumpers or blazer are the first thing he saw every school morning and it told him that he's got the rest of the day to spend with his precious Jyudaime.

But now those white shirts brought a completely different reaction from him. The happiness was still there, completed with the toned-down excitement at the first sight of his Tenth (or more specifically, lover - he thought with a blush) but there's a new catch in his breath at the first sight of that lean figure dressed up in the white shirt that was mostly covered with dark blazer suits. The utter perfection that was Sawada Tsunayoshi in all of his formal suit glory with its crisp white shirt now never failed to make his blood race and snagged his full attention. He was enraptured and he never wanted to get away.

Brown (or more specifically, Chocolate in Hayato's eyes)

As a little boy, he'd always loved to devour those Italian dark chocolate bars and licked his fingers clean when no more was left. It was his favourite snack, and despite how it was unexpected for him nowadays due to his image, he still loved them. Once a comfort food, always a comfort food.

On those days when he felt unwanted and useless - when no family had ever thought him worthy of their time, those bittersweet little squares made him cope. Because they were able to remind him of the good times of the past - and consequently made him look positively into the future and to never give up.

Now that he'd found his sole reason, he'd always wondered if fate decided to play with him in some ways. After all, he could be described as chocolate. Chocolate brown hair and eyes, sweet and with a personality as warm and soft as melted chocolate. And he comforted him in times of need - even more than the sweets could ever achieve.

And now - now they were able to playfully feed each other little pieces of the confectionary as they laze around each other on the couch every night; making some of his best memories.

Orange

Orange flame saved him. Orange is a major part of his Tsuna. Orange had always been his favourite fruit (though he'd never told anyone that.) Simply said, orange is love.

Silver

Silver tresses framed the most gorgeous face that he'd ever laid his eyes upon. When sunlight glinted on those soft, soft strands early in the morning as the sun peeked through their curtain, it blinded him and made him think that despite the harsh personality and sharp tongue, Hayato could be as bright (and soft – because that unguarded sleeping face was one that he'd never let anyone else ever see) as an angel. And whatever happens, he would always be Tsuna's angel. Brash, loud & impatient (with intermittent fondness and vulnerability) – but his angel nonetheless.

Pink

He turned such a lovely shade of pink every single time they were close. Whether it be sitting next to each other on restaurant trips, or if he was leaning over his right-hand man's shoulder to read formal documents, one after another, those cheeks didn't fail to turn a pretty shade of pink. And he secretly loved it, for it complimented beautifully with that milky white skin he adored and told him more than words could ever do how he affected his Hayato just like he did to him.

Green

Green filled his dreams and thoughts. A beautiful shade of green, like a gemstone. An emerald. He'd never been an expert in colours (he wasn't much of an artist), but he would be able to find the exact shade of his lover's eyes in a second. He'd studied those greens, staring into their depths at every opportunity - it was easily becoming an obsession.

But he wasn't worried over this obsession, because if he found himself in obsession with Hayato's eyes, he knew with all his heart that it was all down to the person who possessed those pair of gems. The one special person who was more precious than all the gems in the world combined.

Red

Red is Passion. His flame complimented him beautifully for he was made of passion. Blazing eyes, unquestioned loyalty, complete devotion; they were all components that made up the passionate Gokudera Hayato that made his heart race.

Red is anger. He had always been hot-headed ever since the first time he saw him. Quick to act without thinking twice about the consequences of his actions, but despite this, they were a big part of Hayato and attracted him to himself long before he realised why.

Red is love. No one loves like Hayato does; he gave his all, his body, soul & heart to his loved ones – and Tsuna thank all the gods that exist that sent Hayato into his way and made him to be the one person that the beautiful silver-haired loves more than anyone else. To be Hayato's number one was a present more precious and important than anything else in this planet. Money, power and fame all came to nothing in the face of that all-consuming love that he would never ever want to get away from. Because his love was just as possessive as his other half (the unmistakable brand of his lips on his lover's visible skin the day after the silver-haired snagged the attention of yet another gorgeous lady or gentleman were proof) – and he knew that they wouldn't change anything for the world.

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Also, to make matters clearer to those who might get confuse or unsure, the first half of the story is in Hayato's POV while the second half is Tsuna's. (: