A Floral Affair: Color

Summary: The first of two (unrelated) drabbles involving Valentine's Day, chazzsyrus, and lots of flowers. Basically, Syrus confronts his lack of interest in flowers on v-day.

Warnings: OOCness, drabbleness, yaoiness, fluffyness This one is cuter and tamer. Set during third year, but not during third season. So it's like, Aster is there, but there is no Society of Really Weird Hair anymore and no Blair-wtf-i-don't-look-like-an-11-year-old.

Disclaimer: As of this time, I own nothing. Soon I shall own some souls. But you didn't hear it from me.

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As a general rule, Syrus Truesdale didn't particularly like flowers. It wasn't that he disliked them- he thought they were okay to look at and did remind him of spring- but he had never really understood the big deal about them. He knew that most girls and some boys went all gaga over receiving them but he didn't what was so great about them.

Unfortunately for Syrus, since he was small with a high voice and light hair, people assumed he liked girly things like flowers. Today was Valentine's Day and surprisingly enough, he was receiving his fair share of floral arrangements. The school had banned giving cards or chocolates due to past problems but instead encouraged flower giving by setting up a booth where students could cheaply get nice freshly looking presents for one another.

He had woken up to find that someone had left a pink rose outside his bedroom. He'd given a shy smile to the surroundings and was sure he heard a giggle in response before he took the flower back inside and tossed it carelessly onto his bed. It was the first flower of many.

As the day rolled on, he received even more of the useless, albeit pretty things. Pink flowers, red flowers, white flowers, the odd blue flower to match his hair, they all were met by a polite expression of thanks and the flowers tucked away somewhere so that he could dispose of it later without hurting anyone's feelings.

He was given many different kinds of flowers, ranging from the always popular roses to gladiolas, orchids, violets, lilies, jasmines and cornflowers.

Jaden teased him about his surprising popularity even as his friend received many dainty smelling gifts himself. Alexis got the most of all of them, but found the time to give each of her friends a yellow rose each. Aster received a large number of gifts as well, though he mostly ignored them and turned his attention back to looking over his deck. Bastion enjoyed quite a few flowers that were given to him, as did Hassleberry. Atticus was swamped by fangirls begging him to take their flowers and he appeased them by taking them all.

It was with enormous surprise that the group realized that Chazz had gotten almost as many flowers as Alexis or Aster. It was hard to tell because he outright refused to accept many of them and the ones he was forced to take were used for target practice with the heads of various first years as the targets. It seemed that despite his arrogant and often cruel demeanor, Chazz had accumulated his own fanclub, though they were too cowed to approach him on any less romantic day than this.

Syrus actually wished he could refuse to take the flowers like Chazz did. He didn't want them and they only served to make it difficult for him to haul his bag around all day. Sadly, Syrus was too nice to do what the darkly clad duelist did and was stuck just glaring enviously as Chazz sauntered easily through the crowd, unburdened by any load other than his usual textbooks.

By the time the last class of the day came around, Syrus was growing weary of the whole affair. He walked into the classroom and was about to fling him into his seat when he noticed something was lying on the desk. Wonderingly, he pinked it up and inspected it.

A black tulip.

There was no card attached but Syrus knew that there was only one person who would send him such a thing. He turned around and glanced throughout the classroom, searching for a particular face.

"Heya, Sy!" Jaden bounced over. He looked down at the flower that Syrus was clutching. "Got another one, huh?"

"No offense, soldier, but are you sure that flower is healthy? Kinda weird color for a flower, don't ya thing?" Hassleberry said.

"Yeah, it looks sort of dead. I didn't see any tulips at the booth, though. Whoever gave it to you must have sent away for it." Jaden pointed out. "But you'd think if they were going to go to all that trouble they'd at least get one in a nicer color!"

Syrus ignored his friends, instead continuing his search of the other students. Finally, he found the person he was looking for. Leaning arrogantly back in his seat, the other boy had his feet propped up on the desk in a complete expression of smug relaxation.

When Chazz felt someone watching him he glanced down and locked eyes with Syrus. The bluenette raised the flower slightly and smiled. Chazz smirked back and cocked a brow questioningly. Syrus nodded slightly and turned back around. He sat down and glanced over his present.

"Hello, earth to Syrus!" Jaden was saying. "Anybody there? Don't you think that's a weird color for a Valentine's Day gift?"

"Hmm?" Syrus murmured absently, twirling the long stem between his fingers thoughtfully, a faint blush still evident on his cheeks. "Oh, I don't know, Jay. I think this one might just be my favorite."

And as his friends shook their heads over how strange the small Ra was, Syrus thought that he might understand the big deal over flowers, after all.

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Aww. Also," black" tulips are really pretty. They look kind of like a really dark purple or red. They also are pretty rare, and therefore pretty expensivee. But that probably didn't bother The Chazz. Sadly, there is not a truly black tulip, as they are biologically impossible to create. People still try to get as close as possible, though!

Now go read the second drabble.