First of all this story does not belong to me. The author is ~EMi-DarkChocolateCat and here is a link to her page on DA, which I'm sure you will enjoy : .com/

All I did is translate it from Polish to English for you guys because I think this fic is just so amazing more people need to read it. Like now! :) The italics mean that we are going back in time a lil bit ;) So get reading, it's a long one. But when you realize how awesome it is...you'll beg for it to be longer. I hope to have the next xhapter up soon. anyways...enjoy~!


Basic Colors - A Bit of Chaos

"I still can't believe that it was you who totally screwed the whole system up!" he roared upon entering the room to see the "red". With energetic strides he stepped closer to Ivan, who lounged on one of the desks.

"It was nothing, having Eduard at my side, comrade," the tall boy laughed falsely which caused Feliks to shiver.

"Oh, yeah I forgot about him," he slapped his forehead and ran his hand through his blond hair. After all Eduard was a genius with computers. "Maybe there is something else you need to tell me?" Feliks practically growled, leaning his arms on the nearest desk.

"Well…there is something" Ivan took something out of his shirt's breast pocket that looked like a sheet of paper and folded it. "Take a look at this, da?" he smiled widely reaching out to him.

The blond swallowed and moved closer, but not too close, he could never find it in himself to trust him. He reached out and took the object, which proved to be a photo. Feliks didn't know what to expect. His heart was beating loudly in his chest, but feeling Ivan's eyes on him he took the photograph into his hands and unfolded it. Ivan moistened his lips and examined his co-worker who looked surprised but to certain point, fascinated.

The sun's rays entered Feliks' bedroom through the crack in the curtains and as if on purpose fell directly on his face. The boy grunted unhappily and turned onto his other side. For a period of time he stared at the wall, returning to yesterday's meeting with Ivan. He sighed heavily and sat up. With sleepy eyes he scanned the room, stopping on the bed on the opposite side of the room where slept a brunette. His name was Toris, he was the blonde's new roommate. He was quiet, calm, pedantic- a decent guy to sum him up. He slept so sweetly the blonde couldn't resist the urge to not switch off the alarm on his phone.

Quietly, Feliks began his daily morning ritual. He washed his hair, treated it with a balsam as well as many other liniments, washed everything off, combed it, dried it and combed it once again. He washed his face, brushed his teeth and cleaned his ears. He spent a long time is his closet, looking through his red shirts that could be told apart by the cut alone. In the end he chose one, put it on and found a pair of black skinny jeans to go with it, as well as the mandatory, short sleeved, white school shirt. He didn't even consider buttoning it up but walked over to his night table, to the drawer he always locked with a key and took out a small, black cross. While he was putting it around his neck his eyes fell on the folded photo on the night table. His fingers glided along the smooth surface of the cross. His heart began to beat faster, he hid the cross underneath the shirt and placed the photo in his pant pocket. He grabbed his bag from the chair and left but before he disappeared completely he glanced back at his quietly snoring friend, who wasn't suspecting anything on this first day of school of their second year. Feliks smiled to himself and closed the door.

"W-who is this?" the blonde asked. He could feel his heart quivering and his cheeks and nose becoming warm. He put down the photo reluctantly. He looked up at Ivan with shining green eyes.

"Thanks to, how you put it, 'totally screwing the whole system up', I made note of a few interesting people who I would like to have on my side. He is one of them." he pointed to the photo in Feliks' hands. Feliks could feel his lags wanting to give way. He peeked at the photo again.

"You will be attending the same class", he paused getting up from the desk. Feliks didn't even notice when he was standing right beside him, gently taking one of his golden strands into his fingers. "You are happy, da?"

Feliks exited the dormitory and walked in silence, towards the building where the school year was to begin. He wasn't particularly happy about this. Thanks to "great master Braginski", Eduard not only looked through the information on all the students attending the school but created chaos and changed everyone's classes and roommates. Now Feliks is going to have to introduce himself to the others like in first grade, just thinking about it caused him to want to turn back.

In the end, he passed through the school doors. As always, he found his locker and changed his shoes first. He quickly took off his heavy, black boots and exchanged them for a pair of trainers, instead of tying the laces he shoved them inside the shoe. He straightened himself and yawned loudly. Single tears filled his eyes and blurred his sight.

"Finally Lud! You're late!" somebody growled behind him, but the blonde only wiped his eyes and closed the locker. Putting his hands in his pockets he walked toward his class. Underneath his hand he could feel the photograph that couldn't leave his mind. The hallway seemed longer than it usually was. He just couldn't forget THAT photograph in his pocket. Soon he was going to see him face to face. Everyone seemed to already be in class or gathering somewhere by their lockers because he realized the hallway was oddly quiet. So quiet, he could hear his own heartbeat and feel his blood pulsing in his veins.

He got to the history class doors, which belonged to their new teacher. Feliks pressed his hand to his chest and took a few deep breaths before pulling the door open.

"Oh! Hello there," the man that he supposed was his teacher greeted him. "You're first."

The blonde looked around the room, nobody was here yet. "How about you pick a seat?" the teacher asked gesturing to the desks.

"Um…g'd morning," Feliks answered, embarrassed. He wasn't planning to arrive first in class. Accidentally becoming the teacher's pet wasn't on his list of things to do. He walked around the room and chose a desk in the third row, beside the window. His bag was soon hung on the chair so he chose to daydream looking outside. Meanwhile the teacher was looking at the attendance list.

"What's your name?" the man asked. Feliks jumped up in his seat and blinked at the teacher. The man just laughed kindly at the sight of him.

"You do know what your name is, Mr. Daydreamer ?" he tried to hide his smile with his hand.

"F-Feliks Lukasiewicz…" the blond muttered. He wondered what he has done to make the teacher almost choke on his own spit. Suddenly the room was filled with complete silence. Something's wrong, Feliks thought because he began to get extremely hot. He etched closer to the windowsill. Tiny droplets of sweat covered his skin and he could feel his cheeks go red.

"So hot…" he muttered to himself while tugging at his collar to relieve himself at least a little from the heat. Meanwhile the teacher put the attendance away and got up when students began to enter the class, one by one. The blonde's temperature dropped immediately.

"Welcome, welcome" the man greeted the entering students. In time the class was filled with chatter, everyone got seated and the horror began.

"Alright, I need you to introduce yourselves in order. Let's start with the first row at the wall" he said kindly, with a smile. He probably wanted to make a good impression on the first day. But why? The majority will pretend to like him to get on his good side anyway.

Feliks could feel that as each student introduced himself his heart sped up and he began to get more nervous. Another four people and it's my turn, he thought clenching his fists. The blonde got extremely nervous when it came to public speaking or just the fact that everyone is going to be looking at him. He let out a deep breath, it was his churn.

"Feliks Lukasiewicz" he wasn't able to say anything else so he sat down abruptly. He could feel himself burning. He covered his blushing cheeks with his hair.

"A-are you dumb?" the green eyed boy shoved his comrades hand away. "Why would I be happy?" He spoke with venom, venom he wanted to enter this boy's bloodstream and make him suffer. Ivan still smiled, he looked as if he was wearing a mask and Feliks would have thought so if not for him opening his eyes and piercing him with a cold, violet stare.

"What do you want me to do?" Feliks asked returning an equally chilling glare and tone.

"Make sure he joins us," Ivan reacquired his typical smile.

"Why can't you propose it to him yourself?" he snorted. Why wouldn't Ivan be able to do this? Hearing it from him would make a much grater impression.

"Well, there are complications," the other spread his hands.

"Like, what complications?"

"If I told you now, it would not be as interesting, da?" he kept his information to himself and rubbed his hands together. Lukasiewicz was irritated but didn't want to make a fool of himself in front of Braginski.

"Then what can you tell me about him?" Feliks looked at him suspiciously putting his hands in his pockets. "Like what his name is?" Ivan smiled cruelly.

"His name is…"

"Gilbert Weillschmidt," murmured the boy from behind Feliks' back. Immediately, an electric current went through Feliks. He knew that voice. He felt something like déjà vu.

Feliks turned around to see the white haired albino from the photo. The blonde could not believe his own eyes.

"W-what?" he asked disbelievingly. His voice was quiet, practically unheard but the boy looked at him with bloody red eyes. They were as cold as ice but caused Lukasiewicz to feel like he was burning. Gilbert sat down.

"Did you say something?" the albino asked.

"N-no," he answered looking at him, trying to take him all in.

Gilbert examined the boy for a moment before he ignored him and took out a notebook from his bag.

"Gilbert Weillschmidt?" he repeated Ivan's words while feeling the photograph in his pocket.

"That's right. A very interesting person he is, every inch of him," Ivan caught Feliks' wrist and pulled him closer to him. "You have to find out for yourself."

"L-let go!" the blonde ripped his hand away from the tight grip of his older friend. He massaged his wrist, his eyes glaring daggers.

"He must be with us," Ivan said coldly, he didn't like disagreement but Feliks was an exception he always had more patience with.

"He's that good?" the Pole asked, unconvinced. He wasn't sure if he could cross this line, when Ivan stopped smirking stupidly but tried anyway.

"That's an understatement," he replied turning towards the window where the setting sun glowed a deep red,"He was the best."

The blonde's eyes lit up. The best…He thought, a bit calmer now.

"If he's the best then aren't you afraid he could take your position?" a malignant smirk formed on Feliks' lips, he completely forgot the mood his comrade was in.

"Oh? I don't thing you took notice of the past tense," Ivan turned to face the boy. From the shadow caused by the sun only two shining violet orbs could be seen. The blonde took a few steps back. I should not take risks now…I've got to run.

"A-alright then…I'll do everything I can," he muttered looking to the side and slowly walking towards the exit.

"Try your best," the boy said after him, before he disappeared completely behind the door.

"Dear students, could I have your attention please," the teacher caused Feliks to look away from his classmate. "I'm going to write out your lesson schedule and appointed teachers on the board."

Right away, when the teacher started to write everything on the board, Feliks heard a click of a pen behind him, the shuffling of an opening notebook and then just the quick scraping of pen on paper. In a moment the whole class was filled with the sound, Feliks too began to copy down the notes.

"Well, that is all for today, you may pack up," the teacher concluded. In the blink of an eye, everyone was packed and began to leave towards to door, chatting among themselves. The ones who wanted to suck up to their new teacher stayed behind to talk to him. Feliks put his notebook in his bag and sat back in his chair, sighing. He tilted his head back and looked upside down at his back neighbor. He was still busy scribbling and underlining in his notebook. Suddenly Gilbert pushed up the black rimmed glasses that were sliding down his nose and glanced at Feliks. Silence fell between them, the only sounds were the faraway voices in the hallway. The albino opened his mouth to say something but an out of breath Toris fell into the classroom loudly.

"FELIKS!" he greeted his roommate.

"Oh! Toris~!" the blonde leapt up and ran towards him. "I almost thought that when I, like, got back to our dorm you would still be asleep." He laughed happily, threw an arm over his shoulder and mussed his hair with the other.

"Stop…! Did you turn off the alarm in my cell phone?" the brunette asked furrowing his brows.

"I better give you your lesson plan," Feliks smiled innocently.

"Feliks…did you have to do that?"

"You slept so sweetly," the boy giggled, when he noticed that Gilbert zipped up his bag and began to walk towards the door.

"Ah! Toris, I have to go, see ya~!" he called and ran after the albino, leaving behind the confused roommate. As soon as Feliks turned around his expression changed from sweet to haunted.

"Where did he go?" Feliks looked around the hallway but Gilbert was nowhere to be seen. "Damn it!" he cursed clenching his fists. Well, all he can do now is walk back to the dormitory, maybe by some miracle he will see him on the way there?

While walking down the stairs he noticed two boys outside the window, one of them was Gilbert, the second a short haired, blond boy. There was quite a height difference between them. The white haired boy was a head and a half taller, thinking about it…he was quite tall, at least a head taller than Feliks. Taking the photograph out of his pocket, Feliks compared it to his classmate who he could see out the window.

"It must be him…" he said to himself with a note of doubt. The boy on the photo had messy, silver hair, a mocking smirk and a cigarette in his hand. He sat on a stone wall, leaning forward in a white T-shirt, a black leather jacket and black skinny jeans. Massive boots and a large iron cross on his neck.

"A completely different person…" Feliks laughed sadly. Looking at Gilbert now he didn't see the trouble maker from the photo but a plodder and a nerd in a neatly buttoned shirt, a cream colored pullover and a tucked in tie. His hair was nicely combed and he had a bored expression on his face. If this is the same person, then what happened?

"Hello Feliks," a shiver went through the blonde at Braginski's voice.

"Ooh…It's you," he said quietly as he turned to face him. He was walking down the stairs towards him with a smirk.

"I suppose you have already met, da? How did it go?" he questioned him as if he didn't know already.

"How it went? I didn't even exchange a sentence with him," Feliks turned away to the window to look for the albino. He was still there with that other guy. "Is that really him?"

"He changed, didn't he?" Ivan didn't hear an answer. He came closer silently. His steps were heavy yet they could stay silent when he wanted them to.

The boy accompanying Gilbert seemed very uptight and frustrated. He was yelling something at him. They must be really close, thought the blonde. Ivan caught the arm which held the photo and held it close to the window. Feliks didn't expect it.

"What are you…?" he began to say as the other wrapped his arm around his waist. "HEY!"

"Don't yell like that, somebody might hear," Ivan informed him. An unwanted blush painted the blonde's cheeks. "Aah~! I always thought you were so cute," he said directly into his ear in a false tone.

Feliks tried to loosen the boy's grip with his one free hand.

"Ivan…that hurts…" he reluctantly groaned with pain. He never liked doing that, it acknowledged Braginski's superiority over him. The older boy pressed him harder against him but the blonde's hand was still held against the window. Lukasiewicz hung his head and gritted his teeth.

"Y-you feel…sa-satesfaction from this?" he hissed through his teeth. The pressure was lessened a bit.

"Not really. I know you don't stand a chance. Since THAT day, your stomach is your weakest point," Ivan said coldly." Look at the photo."

The tone of the order was harsh enough for Feliks to understand this was not the time to defy him.

"You must convince him to be like before and of course, on our side," Ivan finally let go of his hand.

"I understand," Feliks answered and pulled back his shaking hand, the photo fell to the ground, swaying from side to side. The hate the Pole felt toward his comrade was so huge he would scratch his eyes out if not for the past that connected them. Ivan left but this time the thump of his shoes was really loud in his ears.

Idiot! the blonde yelled in his mind, he couldn't risk saying it aloud. Braginski was still in earshot. Feliks bent down to pick up the fallen photo and at the same time felt incredible pain in the stomach area, not in a specific spot but a couple. He groaned while clenching his shirt.

"…shit…" he groaned when he heard approaching steps. He wanted to grab the photo fast and get away but he couldn't move or take his hands away from his stomach.

"Fe-Feliks!" Fortunately for the blonde it was just Toris. Lukasiewicz faced him with difficulty, face in a grimace.

"Toris…" his voice sounded relieved.

"What- what happened!" The brunette ran forward and threw off his bag where it landed beside the other boy's. He caught Feliks' shoulder and looked at him, horrified. "You were fighting again?"

"S-something like that," Feliks made an innocent face.

"Why do you do that? You don't stand a chance!" Toris yelled as he was upset and worried about his roommate. The blonde laughed lightly only to groan again from the pain. His friend glanced at him seriously and said," You always do this…"

The brunet was walking in circles nervously, expecting the arrival of his new roommate. Because of the mess that occurred after the end of school in the computer system everything was in chaos. Different classes, different classmates, because of all this the principal decided to start over. He moved students to new classes, with new teachers, and for the benefit of the students he moved them to dorms with people from their class.

"But why isn't he here yet?" he burst out and began to rearrange the pillows on his bed yet again. From what he remembered, the teacher informed him that his roommate would stay at the dormitory for the summer just like him.

"Where is he?" he first looked at the door then at the clock which hung on the wall. It's almost midnight. He worried but he couldn't help but fall back in his bed and fall asleep.

"Waaaaaah…!" Toris was woken by a stranger's yawn. He got up quickly.

"W-who's here?" he called out.

"Calm down, I'm Feliks Lukasiewicz, your roommate," the boy informed him.

"Oh? That's good, you got here after all. I thought something might have happened and…" Before he finished the boy growled at him.

"Oh, shut up…" and he fell on the bed. The brunette sat there for a while, taken aback, did he hear him correctly? Embarrassed, he was about to go back to sleep when he heard a quiet grunt.

"Um…everything alright?" he asked kindly even though his roommate wasn't likely to respond the same way.

"Yaaa," Feliks grumbled while laying on his stomach," Everything's cool." The subject seemed to be cut off if not for the fact that as soon as Toris turned back to him he heard quiet sobbing. For a second, he thought he was hearing things. Nooo…Is he really crying? he thought. He turned to face Feliks again.

"Um…Feliks?" he whispered uncertainly at the boy. He didn't receive an answer, just quiet sobs. Sighing, he took his cover off. He got up and turned on the light, the blonde didn't react at all. Toris noticed his shirt was torn at the back and shoulder which was covered by his hand.

"What the…" He came closer abruptly and saw red scratches on the boy's skin, not mentioning the many bruises. He moved Feliks' hand from his shoulder and revealed a red stain. He was definitely not expecting this.

"What is this supposed to be?" he turned to Lukasiewicz but he didn't answer him still, just quiet sobs. His hair covered his face as his head was turned sideways on the pillow. With a shaking hand Toris combed back the golden strands behind his ear and only then understood that the blonde is asleep.

"What's this all about…?" The brunette let his head fall on the mattress, he didn't understand any of this. Why was his roommate injured? How did it happen ? For a moment he sat uselessly squeezing the sheets nervously. Feliks' crying continued. It…really must hurt…the thought shook him awake. He got up from the ground and opened the closet, throwing out things like clothes until he found the object he had been searching for. A large first aid kit.

"I'm going to take care of you…" he said to himself, it always calmed him down. He opened the kit and sat down beside Feliks on the bed. He took a bottle of hydrogen peroxide and a large swab, he moistened it and moved the remains of clothing away to the side delicately, as to not wake his roommate up. It proved to be quite pointless since the moment the swab made contact with the boy's injured back he let out a pained scream. Toris panicked and covered his mouth with his hand. Feliks, feeling in danger grabbed his wrists and lifted himself up on all fours causing the other to lose balance and fall back onto the bed. Everything happened so quickly that Toris had practically no idea what just happened. His new roommate bit him in the hand and the brunette screamed out in disbelief.

"What are you doing?" Toris ripped out his hand from the blonde's teeth and jumped off the bed. "Oh God! You bit me so hard I'm bleeding!"

"Your color?" Feliks yelled, preparing for another attack.

"Wha? From what I know, people have red blood…" Toris had no idea what this person was talking about. "Are you drunk or something? If yes then I'm not planning to listen to your drunken talk." He reached out for another swab and soaked it with hydrogen peroxide again so he could wipe it over the blonde's bloody teeth marks. He didn't hide his pain.

"Ugh…Did you have to bite so hard?"

"You don't have a color?" Feliks asked, still not trusting Toris.

"What color?" he grumbled back. This was his worst night at the dormitory so far. At this time Feliks understood. He doesn't know about anything. He sighed with relief and put his guard down.

"Sorry…" Feliks said, not sounding the least bit apologetic. "What were you doing over me anyway? It hurt like hell." he informed him sitting on the edge of the bed.

"You're injured so I wanted to help you," Toris answered like it didn't matter in the least.

"You wanted to…Help me?" That was something new for Lukasiewicz. Ever since he came to this school nobody ever wanted to do something of this kind. His face reddened.

"H-hey! What happened to you?" Toris worried. He felt his forehead with his hand and his own with his other. "Um…You have a fever. You better lay down and I will finish nursing your injuries, okay?" Toris proposed. Feliks blushed further, pushed his hand away and asked," What's your name?"

"Oh! Um…Toris Laurinaitis," he answered gaining a blush of his own.

"Toris, it's nothing. Sometimes you have to fall to get up stronger the next time, someday I'll be stronger," Feliks smiled even though he did not feel like it in the least.

"Maybe…" Toris said. As he leaned over him more he noticed a photograph on the ground. "What's this?" he asked reaching out for it.

"N-no! Don't look at it!" Even though he was in huge pain, the blonde threw himself on the ground and covered the photo.

"Ah!" The boy surprised him. "Is it…something important?"

"Yes! And totally private too!" Feliks warned, away from his roommate eyes, or so he thought, he slid the photograph into his shirt pocket.

"I-I'm sorry…I didn't know," the boy explained, ashamed yet very curious. He didn't get to look at the photograph properly.

"Quiet!' Feliks hissed putting fingers up to his and Toris' lips. Toris was about to be angry, he was trying to apologize and he was just telling him to be quiet but as he listened he heard a muffled conversation.

"Arthur, this sucks, I ended up in the same class as the reds!"

Feliks wrinkled his eyebrows.

"Give it a rest! It shouldn't be a problem for you, don't you call yourself the HERO?"

The voices seemed to be getting louder and Lukasiewicz distinguished them automatically.

"Matthew is in your class, is he not?"

"He didn't even come to the opening!" the voice complained.

"But I did…" a really quiet voice interjected.

"HAA? Where did you come from?"

"Shit!" Feliks swore, he knew he could not walk by himself. "Toris, quick. You have to take me away from here," he grabbed the boy by the shirt and pulled him close. "FAST!"

The brunette didn't know what was going on but the louder the voices got the more terrified Feliks' eyes grew.

"Aaaa! It hurts!" Feliks screamed into the pillow. Toris was spending another night cleaning his roommate's wounds.

"Do you really like fighting this much? Are you a masochist or something?" He bent down to get a new swab.

"Heh, no. But I know a certain sadist," the blonde laughed while his friend wet the new swab.

"He did this to you?" Toris screamed, horrified.

"Noo. He and I are on the same side," Feliks answered waving his hand. "But he's as good a partner as I am an avid thong wearer," and bust out laughing.

"That was distasteful," Toris mumbled wiping his injury with the swab.

"AAAAWWW!" The boy howled.

Toris threw the garbage bag, mainly filled with bandages and such into the large container behind the dormitory. He stretched and returned to his room.

"Feliks I'm…" he noticed the sleeping blonde. "Here," he finished. "You're asleep already? I left for just a minute," he complained to himself. He put away the first aid kit into the closet, made his bed and lay down to stare at the ceiling. Why did Feliks get beat up again? He wondered. Why would someone like him take part in fights? The brunette never dared to ask him that question.

"I'll ask him one day…" he whispered quietly while glimpsing at him. He shut his eyes and sighed deeply. Suddenly he heard a sniffle and a sob. Again? With that thought he was up instantly. He walked towards the blonde and knelt by his bed, kneeling over him and gazing at the tears that streamed down his cheeks.

"Feliks…" he whispered at the boy, cupping his face and wiping his tears away with his thumb. Ever since they began to live together in the same room Toris was woken by Feliks' crying each night he came home beat up. He often wondered if Feliks was aware of it but when he once asked him, "Feliks…when was the last time you cried?", the blonde smiled happily and with laughter said:" At the beginning of grade one, but I rather not think about that." Toris didn't mention a word about his crying outbursts again and handled each coming night of sobbing in silence.

Toris hurriedly grabbed the bags and tossed them to Feliks. The blonde was a bit surprised but caught them and in a moment he felt Toris' warm hands around him.

His roommate gripped him tightly and lifted him off the ground. This was not what Feliks was expecting. He thought the boy was a weakling, he would have never expected he would be able to lift him up. Laurinaitis ran down the stairs at rocket speed not tripping once.

When they were on the main floor, by the lockers he decided to rest for a moment but didn't put the blonde down. He still held him close tightly. He finally breathed out, "Which one…is yours?" Feliks pointed to one of the lockers. Toris walked towards it and Feliks opened it with difficulty. With hands shaking from pain and shock, he took out his outdoor shoes.

"Put me down, I'll put them on," he said, not feeling like it at all. He could just leave the shoes and come to school tomorrow in the trainers he had on.

"You don't need to. Let's go right away," the brunet said closing his locker with his elbow.

"What? You don't have a change of shoes ether?" The blonde was surprised," Your getting naughty~!" He fluttered his eyelashes, trying to bully his friend.

"Thanks to you I didn't have time to take them with me…" Toris grunted like he has done something horrid and was going to fry in hell for it.

"Aa…Haha. Right~!" the boy laughed which caused him more fierce pain and made him hunch over and grab onto Toris' shoulder.

"Feliks?" Toris yelled, worried as always.

"It's okay now…" Feliks mumbled forcing on a crooked smile. "Just take me to my room quickly," he hissed through his teeth bowing his head do he couldn't see him. He squeezed the hand on his shoulder. Toris didn't have any second thoughts. He ran out of the school and towards the dormitory.

"Hold on..." he said under his nose but the blonde still heard him. He felt awfully weird, nobody ever took care of him or gave up so much of their time for him as Toris did. He felt warm inside and looked to the side at Gilbert. Suddenly he became afraid, he didn't know why but he felt ashamed. He didn't want the albino to see him in such a degrading situation so he quickly covered his face with his hands and pressed it to Toris' chest.

"W-what happened?" Toris asked, embarrassed

"Run forward and don't stop!" The blonde hurried him on and shrunk in on himself even more.

"Al-alright!" He picked up his speed. They passed Gilbert along with his blonde companion but not noticing Feliks, who was being carried on someone's arms, was impossible.

"Did you see that" Gilbert's blue eyed companion painted out. "Some people just can't wait to get a room! To shamelessly carry a girl like that! Did you see how she tried to hide, probably embarrassed," he blushed and his brows furrowed as they always did.

"Ahaha," the white haired boy laughed and ruffled his brother's hair. "That's wasn't a girl," he looked after them with a smile.

"Eh?" he looked at him with big eyes and then again at the running couple. "EEHHHH?"


This is when you picture Lud with a really stupid face on and it gets stuck in your head for the whole day (or week) I hope you enjoyed this enough to give me some comments because this was A LOT of work. You can pay me back in comments, da? KOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOL. The next chapter will be out...when i get some comments and i have some inspiration. Hopefully soon ! :)