Title: Colors
Rating: K+
Genre: Romance
Words: 850
Summary: Rimahiko. Their love is fated, their love is eternal. Their love has faced so many difficulties and happy moments. Emotions are weaved through their memories like colors in a rainbow.
A/N: First chapter of this little one-shot series. I'm not aiming for too much words; I want to create something that's easy and quick to read, yet transfers the feeling it has completely. Also, for people wondering, it's going to be somewhat in the direction of a rainbow, the only difference being that black and white (and maybe grey) will also be part of it. I'm also not sure if indigo and violet have distinct meanings so they might end up being 'purple' altogether.

white; pureness, simplicity, innocence.

The icy breeze of winter carried over trees, blowing away everything light in reach. The streets of Tokyo were crowded; people walked through the large city, either coming from their jobs or busy shopping.

Rima, who was small and childlike, was carrying a large bag on her back as she reached a calmer place. Her place, she mentally noted as she stared at the house. It wasn't particularly large, but it was good enough for her and her boyfriend.

As if he could telepathically read her mind, said boy appeared. His long, indigo-colored hair was messily tied up and his eyes looked wary.

"Oh, hey," he muttered coherently. The blonde's eyebrows quirked up, amused with his antics.

"Work has been keeping you up, I see," she replied, a small smirk on her face. He stared blankly at her before sighing loudly.

"It's because you stayed at Amu's house, I had to do all the choreography myself…" He shuddered and pushed against the door to keep it open. The former queen almost let out a laugh as she gave him a peck on his cheek before strutting the house in, her scarf and jacket soon thrown away.

"She was lonely, you know how she gets!" The blonde grinned happily as she saw his face; she knew that she won this time. Years had passed, but their struggle for the title of 'best friend' still stood. Well, it was mostly her fight, but still!

Going upstairs, she unpacked her backpack before walking the stairs down again, going as slow and elegant as she could. In her hand was the newest gag manga she had taken with her, but didn't have the chance to read. Her boyfriend twitched impatiently (although he would never tell her that) as he waited for her to come down. As she did, he snaked his arm around her waist, pulling her into an embrace.

"I missed you." He breathed into her hair, the scent of her shampoo filling his nostrils. She pushed effortlessly against his chest, relaxing in his arms as she realized it wouldn't help.

The book she had carried with her was soon forgotten as they hugged each other; forgetting even time. With a grunt, she pulled away from him after a while, the faintest of red tainting her pale cheeks.

"So, why did Amu need you?" Nagihiko inquired as he picked up the manga she had dropped; he hated it when things weren't orderly, after all. The girl grinned brightly as she put her hands on her slim waist.

He knew what it meant and pouted. "You won't even tell me?"

"Especially not you," she dryly replied, slight humor filling her soft voice as she spoke. He bellowed in return.

"Ah, I forgot, Utau came by yesterday." At the mention of the singer, Rima's interest was piqued. Motioning for the boy to go on, she sat down on the sofa in the living room.

He followed her without a word, before continuing what he was saying. "She's leaving on a trip with Kuukai, something about visiting her father."

The petite blonde pouted and sighed as she lied down on the black, leather couch. Her boyfriend shrugged and went to the kitchen, pulling out two sodas. As he came back, he noticed that the girl he called his was no longer there. Interested (and slightly annoyed) he walked to the bathroom, but the door was open and there was no trail of clothes from her.

He knew she couldn't have gotten upstairs in that time… If she did he would've surely heard her in one way or another. So where was she?

Frowning, he thought about the possibilities. If she wasn't in the kitchen, living room or bathroom… Then maybe, she was outside? As absurd as it sounded to him, he perfectly knew that she had her strange quirks. Just about everything was possible with a girl like her.

The door, which was still unlocked, was swiftly pushed open with his feet. And, there she was. Her nose and cheeks were already turning red and her hands were picking up the falling snowflakes. He chuckled inwardly as he saw her adoration towards the white droppings.

She's adorable, he thought. He dug his own hands into the pockets of his jacket and walked over to her. She hadn't heard him, so he took advantage of it to whisper in her ear. A small squeal erupted from her throat as she saw the boy, her hands ready to hit him if needed.

"Nagihiko!" she yelled out, surprised. Her lips pursed together, and huffing loudly, she turned away from him, feigning irritation.

The boy smirked and leaned against her tiny frame.

"You're so easy to read," he whispered. So innocent, he mentally added, but decided against telling her that.

"And you're a jerk… And then you wonder why Amu likes me more…" She grunted almost too soft to hear. Yet he did, and he heartily laughed in response as he spun her around, kissing her frozen nose.

white; innocently playing in the snow, basking in an uncorrupted love.