A/N: Okay. So, I know the genre says it's Humorous, but the first chapter is sorta angsty, and sad and stuff, so ya. Thought you should know.

Colorless

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Chapter One: "Am I Goin to Have a Funeral?"

Jasdevi. The boy that had become two. The two that was once one. They, or he, had once been human, a normal boy with a normal life. But then, the hateful god gave him the chance to become more than human.

To become a Noah.

Unable to run away from his despicable fate, Jasdevi became a Noah, and thus, became all powerful. But he didn't like that. He was a lonely boy, and desperately sought for the company he never received. The funny looking man who had first come to him that one knight, as Jasdevi mourned in pain, rubbing the black crosses on his head, as the image of all his loved ones slaughtered around him burned into his memory, telling him that he was to become a Noah, had told him he would be at home. But everyone thought him strange, perhaps even an outcast, so ignoring the dire warnings from the Earl, Jasdevi split him self into two beings, with two personalities, and with two minds. He liked himself like this, because this way, he always had someone to talk to even if that person was part of himself. But despite this separation, the two were still bonded very strongly, obviously, so they stayed near each other at all times…

In the form of two silly 10 year old children.

So, with his serious single form cast aside, Jasdero and Devitt replaced the space where their old form was supposed to inhabit, and, among the other Noah's, were known as their original name: Jasdevi.

And now, months later, the two brothers were roaming around the enormous building that was half engulfed in the never ending darkness that they had come to call home, looking for mischief once again.

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"Nee Devi~! Where're we going hii~!?" Jasdero whined, his blond hair still short and curly, his whimpering lips stitched together.

Devitt shushed his brother irritably, as they sneaked around a dark corner, avoiding any prying eyes from the other Noah.

"Deviiiiiii~!" Jasdero whined again, tugging hopefully at Devitt's jacket sleeve that reached well past his bony hands.

The raven haired boy sighed, and while rubbing his eyeliner covered eyes, said, "Okay, okay! We're looking for a room Road told me about. She said that's where the Earl keeps all the candy he gives to that bloke, Skin." This seemed to satisfy Jasdero, for he started to giggle at Devitt's words.

"Hee hee!!!" He screeched, "Bloke Skin, bloke Skin!!!" he repeated, clapping his hands lightly, like a small infant.

Devitt grinned at his brother's reaction, but slightly shushed him when he heard footsteps echoing down the dark hall, coming steadily towards them. The two…twins, you could say, hid behind a pillar that had conveniently appeared out of nowhere, and cautiously peered over the side of the polished stone.

The footsteps echoed on, and eventually, the twins could make out a short plump figure waddle out of the darkness.

"It's Mister Penguin Earl hii~!" Jasdero whispered, receiving a short nod from his brother.

"Yeah…" Jasdero muttered, narrowing his eyes, "What's he doing here?" His bony grey finger tapped the pillar anxiously, his brother soon following the gesture.

Then the two saw that annoying little critter that was a lame excuse for an umbrella. Well, that's what the twins thought. It had gone and tattle-tailed on them more than once, and the two hated it's guts…that is, if it had any.

The pumpkin headed pink umbrella had an expression of deep worry and uncertainty. "Hakushaku-sama~! What are we going to do with her~lero?" The umbrella, also known as Lero, squawked.

The Earl, with his long grinning face, that Jasdevi found somewhat freaky, looked over at his floating companion. "When you say, 'her', do you mean the sickly one~?" the Earl asked in his　voice that could have been any old grandfathers.

When the umbrella nodded eagerly, the Earl made a sound that may have been some sort of sigh. "Well…I suppose the poor thing is too weak to be introduced to the others as the moment…" Here the Earl made that sighing noise again, "We can only hope that she recovers fully~." With that, the Earl waddled off once again to the direction of the dining room.

The twins had been listening very intently on this short conversation between the Earl and Lelo, and thus, the two were confused. By far.

"…What the hell…" Devitt murmured, as the two stumbled out of their temporary hiding place.

"YA! What the hell, what the hell hii~!" Jasdero yelled, pointing in a random direction, as he crouched down next to his brother, and looking up at him like a puppy.

The raven haired twin frowned, and pulled his brother up by the scruff of his vest. "Get up, you dimwit." He muttered, "And stop yelling so loud. We're gonna get caught."

Jasdero nodded vigorously, and then pretended to zip his mouth shut.

Devitt rolled his eyes. "You don't have to go that far." He muttered, "Just…just, be quiet, okay?"

Jasdero nodded once again, but slowly, as if trying to process the command that was just given to him.

Devitt sighed. "Well, good that you understand." He said, and, the Earl completely forgotten, they started their secret-room-filled-with-candies hunt again.

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BAM!

Another whack from the spiked, metal bats that the twins had conjured up with their power, and another door gone into splintery bits.

Devitt frowned as bunches of brooms and rags fell out of the room beyond the splintery remains of the door. "8 doors down, and not a single sweet in sight. How depressing." Devitt said aloud, Jasdero nodding in agreement, his face put out a bit.

"But…Devi…?"

"Hm?" Devitt turned to look at his brother, who seemed to be in such deep thought that he may as well nearly explode.

"Devi…" He repeated, "wont The Earl get mad at up is we break all the doors instead of opening them normally hii~?"

Devitt raised his brows, realizing that Jasdero had made a good point. But he returned to his 10 year old poise in an instant. "Who cares? We can just blame it on Skin. Say something like, he wanted to get more candy than usual, but forgot which door it was or something. And knowing that bloke, he probably doesn't even know how to use a doorknob."

This comment earned a chain of unending hysterical laughter from Jasdero, and Devitt could not help but grin wildly. "Come on, Jas. Let's go." Devitt said, pulling his brother up for the second time that day.

Jasdero giggled for no apparent reason, but nodded anyway. "Okedaaaay hii~!" He said in a sing-song voice, locking his arm with Devitt's, as they walked energetically down the hall to their next door.

"Once we find the candy, where do you think we should hide it?" Devitt asked, directing the question to his brother, but looking in a completely different direction.

"…"

"Jas?"

"…"

Devitt finally looked over to his brother, who was looking around the hallway as if it were the most beautiful and mysterious thing in the world. Devitt stared at his brother in a bored way, then, deciding that his patience could no longer be put up to his twins strange behavior, jabbed him in the ribs. Hard.

Jas barley flinched at Devitt's rough contact with his ribs, which Devitt thought was weird, due to the fact that Jasdero was usually quite emotional about things like that. "Hey, Jas. What's up?" He asked, now continuously poking his brother in the head.

"HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEY. JAAAAAAAAAAAAAA—"

"Shhh." Jas said, very quietly.

Devitt doubled back. Never, not once in the past several months that the two had been, well, two, had Jas ever commanded anything of Devitt. Even if that command was as simple as "Shhh". But Devitt didn't have too much of a problem with his brother telling him to be quiet, so he obeyed.

Devitt looked over at Jas, who was still looking up, his eye-liner covered eyelids closed. He seemed to be listening intently to something, something Devitt couldn't hear.

'No…wait…' Devitt could hear something, as faint and delicate as the sound was. In fact, it was so small, that Devitt wanted to stop breathing, in hopes of hearing it better. He couldn't quite make out what on earth it could be… but…

"So…sad…"

His brother's words snapped Devitt back to reality.

"Sad?" He muttered, as he turned to look at Jasdero. His brother's face was stained with black tears, due to their mascara and eyeliner. Tears. Noah's weren't supposed to cry. But despite Devitt disapproval to Jasdero's sudden change in emotion, he couldn't help but hear the tone of misery and helplessness in the tinkling that was lulling about in the nearly deserted hallway.

Jasdero's eyes suddenly snapped open, as if realization had hit him in the head like a brick. "Someone's crying hii~!" he squealed, his small gray fist clenching around his brothers jacket material, tears still streaming down his face. "We gotta find who's crying hii~!"

And with that, Jasdero ran off down the dark corridor, his golden locks bouncing with his movement.

"H-hey! Wait…Jas!" fear was starting to climb up Devitt's body like centipedes, or leeches or eels or any other gross slithery animal Devitt could think of. Being alone with only one half of himself was truly frightening to Devitt, he could feel tears forming in the back of his eyes. "J-Jas! Wait for meeeee!" and with that said, Devitt threw himself after his twin, desperate to be with each other again.

Devitt ran blindly down the hallway, his eyes wide, searching for his twin, no, his other half. "Jas! Jas! Where are you?!" He screamed desperately, his heart pounding inside his cagey chest.

"Where are yo—"

Thump.

Devitt fell back onto the cold, tiled floor, and looked up, only to find his twin brother, peering through a crack in a door, his eyes wide. Devitt felt like hugging his brother and punching him at the same exact time, but, seeing as Jas seemed to be so intent in what he was looking at, Devitt settled with a grunt and a jab at his brother's head.

"Ow! Devitt is being mean hii~!" Jasdero whispered, looking over at Devitt with badly made puppy-dog-eyes.

Devitt narrowed his eyes, and snorted. But even through the anger and fear that had engulfed him just a few seconds before, he smiled, and patted Jasdero on his blond head. "Sorry, Jas." He muttered, as Jas turned back to what he was looking at earlier.

The raven haired boy looked around at his dark and gloomy surroundings. They were in a corridor that Jasdevi had never even noticed before. The only door that occupied this hallway, was a large, black, bolted door, that seemed to be made out of some sort of metal. It was the thing on the other side of this monstrous door that Devitt's brother seemed so interested in. There was also a strange smell floating around…rotten eggs? He also noted that the miserable tinkling had stopped.

"So uhh…" Devitt mumbled, "Watcha lookin' at?"

"Look!"

Devitt positioned himself next to his brother, and peered through the sliver of space between the large, black, metal doors.

It was a room. Well, obviously it was going to be a room, but it was completely different from the other numerous rooms where there were just stacks of the same thing stored inside. This was an actual bedroom. But, Devitt had to admit, it was one hell of a gloomy bedroom.

If you squinted your eye's enough, you could easily enough see that there were four solid walls there, but because of all the shadows that crept across the cracked and chipped surfaces, spotting them were not as easy as it should have normally been. An old wardrobe was left abandoned against another wall, a multitude of cracks embracing its whole object. Devitt had a feeling that there was something very queer inside, and he had no intention to investigate. Just the look of that ancient wood, and morbid kind of vibes he got from the piece of run-down furniture made him envision coats with 4 arms nesting inside. There were also some cotton-like debris laying around randomly.

Right across from the door that the two Noah boys were peering through, a great, black, canopy bed was set against the wall, though even with such significance, the bed looked a bit shabby, like the rest of the room. The soft sheets were sprawled out in a sty, but there was no occupant in or around the thing.

Devitt didn't know what to do. It sure seemed worth a shot to explore, but he wasn't too enthusiastic about going inside. But just as he was going to discuss the situation with his brother, Jasdero jumped right on through the doors, into the room.

"H-hey! Jas, wait up!"

Devitt nearly tripped over himself, as he tried to run and stand up at once, watching as his brother slowly walked around the room. He quickly caught up with the blond boy, wanting to smack him in the head for leaving him behind for the second time. Just as he was about to raise his hand to hit Jasdero, an appalling creak, fit for a horror film, cut through the air.

Was the… door closing? Devitt watched as the great doors slowly started closing itself. In a heartbeat, that dreaded feeling of the thought of a ghost raced through him, but then he shook the silly idea away. Ghosts? As if. Devitt looked around the room, but as he had thought there were no windows. He could not recall either of the boys closing it…

Just then, a whimper sounded from next to him. He looked over at Jasdero, who was staring fearfully towards something in which the blond boy obviously found terrifying. Devitt followed his gaze.

Why was he staring at the door? He couldn't actually think there were ghosts?

His eye's widened in realization. The door slammed shut. The sound echoed through the room. There was silence.

The small figure cloaked in shadows, standing silently alongside the door, seemed quite content in the stillness. The two, large golden orbs that shone through the darkness, stared unblinkingly at them.

Devitt's yelp of shock shattered the stilled air in the room, as he sprung back, dragging Jesdero with him. His heart was pounding so hard, he wondered if anybody else could hear it's rushed rhythm. But then, silence fell again.

As if the silence was their cue, the silhouette stepped tentatively out of the shadows. The twin's hearts raced, dreading what was going to be revealed, but their presumption was proved pointless.

For the person who stepped out of the shadows, was a little, frail looking girl.

It was almost disappointing.

But her sunken stare, and dead expression mostly made up for it.

She was skinny, no doubt, much too skinny. The skin on her scrawny arms and legs defined her bone structure extremely, to a point where it just could not be healthy, and each joint of her bony hands looked too large for the rest of her stick like fingers. There were tremendous bags under the two tired orbs, and her eyes themselves were sunken deep into her mug. The girl's hair was a dark brown, that looked as if it had been cut in places with a blunt kitchen knife, and it covered most of her face. She wore a simple, sleeveless dress that the twins suspected had once been white, though now stained to a murky grey, and in her hand, which hung by her side, clutched a stuffed animal.

They couldn't tell what kind of animal, since the head had been wrenched off.

To put it simply, she was in such a bad state, that the two boys wouldn't have been surprised if her frail heart had stopped beating at any moment.

But what shocked them the most was after that.

Etched in her forehead, were those painful little crosses that the boys remembered much too well. The stigma.

"A…A Noah?" Devitt breathed, taking a step towards her, hand slightly outstretched.

The small movement seemed to awaken her, as she jumped backwards, clutching the doll to her chest protectively, and hissed as him, not unlike an animal. But then her fierce expression became one of pain, and she collapsed, covering her mouth as well as she could, as large, throaty coughs erupted from her throat. The boys could see blood seeping through her thin fingers.

The twins stared at the girl, who crouched in the same position, even after her coughing had finally subsided. They stayed in the exact same spot for several minutes. It may as well been years.

When the girl finally got to her feet once more – wobbling slightly and leaning against the wall – she ignored the blood smeared across her hand completely, and stared almost helplessly at the boys, almost as if in defeat.

As if she knew she would never stand the chance.

It was a pitiful sight. She looked so dead, so hollow. As if all the joy had been sucked out of her for far too long.

"Am I…" Her voice, sliced through the air like a blade, causing the two Noahs to snap out of their faze. "Am I…" She repeated in her raspy frail voice, "Going to have… a funeral…?"

It was barely above a pitiful whisper, and the pure misery of the short sentence had Devitt clutching his fist so tightly that his knuckles were white. Maybe it was because the other was a Noah as well, but he felt sad, more so than he should have been.

He looked over at his brother, only to find that the blond too, seemed on the verge of tears.

Shaking his head to rid the feeling of misery from his mind, Devitt took a few tentative steps forward, bravely looking up to meet the girls unwavering stare. "Why the hell are you talking about your funeral?" He said, earning a slight change of expression from the girl that may have been confusion, "You're still alive, aren't you? You should be worried about getting better, not about some god damned funeral!" Devitt swallowed the lump that had reformed in his throat, and looked down at his shoes, panting. Why did he care so much? He looked back up again, once he was sure he had pulled himself together.

Jasdero hesitantly stepped up to the girl, and once he was right in front of her, took one of her frail hands, and grasped it lightly with both of his. Devitt could see the blood rubbing onto his brother's hands, but if the blond noticed, he hid it well.

"Dero and Devi won't let you die." He said to the girl, whose tired gaze had drifted over to the blond boy.

Devitt glanced questioningly over at his brother, who smiled reassuringly in return. Jasdero turned back toward the girl, the reassuring smile still adorning his gray lips. He was somewhat shocked to find the girl's cheeks shining with freshly shed tears.

The blond boy grinned sheepishly. "It's okay, Jasdevi are here for you hii~!" He said, squeezing her hand lightly for a split second.

The girl tried to squeeze back, although it was more like a twitch in Jasdero's hand, and the tips of her lips flickered.

It may have been a smile.

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A/N: … God, everyone's so OOC. And I'm pretty sure it's not just me. Later on in the story, they'll become more IC, and the girl will seem less of a Mary-Sue, but this chapter and the next, the OOC-ism might continue. Though I swear to the gods, I'm not doing it on purpose. Hopefully, the next chapter will be funnier. Now all you gotta do is click the button below this message that says, "Review" and TADAAA!!!

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