Authors Note: And so we come to the comic relief, when I start to feel more comfortable in the fandom. Beware, I make a sharp twist from platonic affections in this one. And it only gets worse from here. These next three also connect a bit.
**Can you tell this one's my favorite? For goodness sake, I'm actually drawing this one out.**
Black and white-
"These uniforms…" Leo mumbled disdainfully. Elliot glanced up from his music sheets to stare at his servant/soon to be classmate as he wore the wrong uniform…
"LEO! That's the girls uniform!"
Take two.
"I still don't like them," Elliot glanced up from his music sheets a second time, relieved to find that his servant/soon to be classmate was wearing pants this time.
"That's fine with me; you still have to wear them," he stated while Leo fussed over the bow at his collar. Elliot could ignore how cute his servant looked, out of place in the Latowidge Academy's male uniform a lot easier than he could ignore him in the girls.
"The girl's uniform at least gave a variation of socks. Oh! I know! Elliot, can I wear a bow in my hair?" Elliot choked at the quaint smile on Leo's face, not being able to tell if he was serious or not. Leo tilted his head, "What?"
Take three.
"Alright, now that we've gotten that out of the way," Elliot mumbled, holding several brightly colored (polka-dotted/striped/patterned) ribbons behind his back.
"And we've realized large colorful bows don't suit me very well!" Leo shuffled around in Elliot's drawers while the Nightray sighed and nodded.
"Now we can move on to the question: why do you hate these uniforms so much?" Elliot asked, but was drowned out by Leo's proclamation of: "Now we can move on to earrings! They're colorful, where do you keep yours Elliot?"
Naturally, Elliot Nightray crashed onto the floor.
Take four.
"Oh I see; Elliot is stingy."
"I'm not stingy; I'm just not going to pierce your ears for you!"
Take five.
"I'm sure Vincent wouldn't mind doing it for me."
Take six.
"They won't even be visible anyway! You're hair is ridiculous!"
"Hm… maybe I should cut it then?"
Elliot choked and stared his retainer right in the face, he had to be joking. How many people had he nearly killed for trying to cut his hair! And now he was suggesting it just so he could wear visible earrings?
Leo stared blankly back at his "master" and tilted his head, "did I say something strange?"
"…yes." Very, Elliot couldn't help but think.
"…?"
"Are you serious about cutting your hair…?"
"Psh, of course not, whatever gave you that idea Elliot?"
"YOU!" And so, in his frustration, the Nightray boy started yanking at his hair and kicking chairs over.
"Elliot, that's so unsightly for a noble…"
"RA!"
Take seven.
After managing to calm him down Leo plopped down onto Elliot's bed and hugged a pillow. He then started to roll back and forth as if the world was golden and all the pretty lights weren't evil.
Elliot, heaving slightly from his tantrum, turned to stare at him for a moment.
Was he really just rolling around on his bed like life was wonderful? After putting him through the fit he just had?
He reached over and whacked his servant on the head just hard enough to throw him off the bed and onto the floor.
"Hurray for pillows…!"
Take eight.
"Leo, I'm beginning to think you're just doing this just to upset me…" Elliot mumbled finally while Leo brushed his hair with his fingers absentmindedly.
"Hm…?" Apparently, he really was absentminded as he wasn't paying attention. Elliot groaned and let his head lull to the side where his skin finally came into contact with Leo's fingers. "…why are your fingers wet…?"
"…I was painting," Leo smiled sheepishly as Elliot turned a menacing glare on his 'equal', his apparent 'best friend'.
"And you figured it would be okay to stick your paint covered fingers in my hair—oh for the love of—LEO what did you do to your uniform!"
Take nine.
Leo sat in an almost knee length button down shirt on the edge of the bathtub while Elliot stood by the sink with his sleeves bunched up at the elbows.
"I can't believe you," he was mumbling. Leo just smiled and, with his elbows on his knees, propped himself up on his hands, "I just thought it could use some color, that's all."
"What kind of fifteen year old boy knowingly finger-paints on his academy uniform? I mean really? Are you secretly five?"
"More like a couple thousand—and five." Leo joked. Elliot groaned and stared at the uniform in the sink covered in little pink splotches that refused to come out. He scrubbed at them a little more, feeling more like the servant then the master, and finally resigned himself to the fact that the paint was there to stay. Even if he had managed to work it down from blood red to blush pink. (Ha-ha, cute…The pink suits him better anyway.)
"If there was any justice in the world you'd be allowed to attend class in this mess…" He grumbled anyway. Just because he was starting to think of his servants antics as cute again did not mean he should be any less annoyed. There was still red in his hair after all.
Oh god, there was red in his hair! Oh if Leo was any less adorable sitting there he'd be getting his head rammed into the porcelain walls!
"Are you through?" Elliot asked after he'd stripped his shirt to wash his hair. Leo tilted his head and looked confused and innocent as always, "Through with what?"
"This! What you've been doing today! Trying to deface whatever you can get your hands on!" The water he had pouring onto his head wasn't cooling him down at all. If his hair ended up pink later he wasn't sure Leo could be cute enough to save himself.
"I was just trying to prove a point, that's all," Leo stated, chuckling slightly as he could see the strands of hair that seemed to like the idea of being pink.
Elliot pulled his head out of the sink and, splashing Leo as he did so, kneeled on the floor next to him and glared at him, "And what point, may I ask, is that?"
Leo's smile widened, "I don't like school."
Elliot stared for a long moment, his eyes hard as if he hadn't heard the perfectly simple idea Leo had been trying to get across all day or that he didn't find it nearly as amusing as Leo did. Then he hung his head and groaned something incomprehensible before falling out of his kneeling position to sit on the floor before his servant, "I really can't believe you... you realize this hasn't changed anything? You're still coming with me and we'll still be attending classes whether you go about like this or not?"
Leo nodded and leaned back a little, his arms now holding the edge of the tub to keep him from falling into it, "Well, at least one good thing came out of this."
Elliot put his hand on his face exasperatedly and asked, almost afraid of the answer: "And what's that!"
Leo's smile turned a little sly suddenly as he stared at his companion. Elliot saw, as the smaller boy tilted his head ever so slightly, the flash of the boys eyes behind his glasses and felt his breath catch in his throat. "You look good in pink."
Take—Oh forget it.
"Does it really?" Elliot growled out with his eyes shut and his fists clenched. He was three seconds away from grabbing the boy by his hair and screaming, but when he opened his eyes again—the angle was perfect. He could see those eyes perfectly, and that almost evil but absolutely adorable expression on his face…
Well, he'd be damned if he'd gone through all this crap today and didn't get out of it with something, "I'll show you who looks good in pink…"
(And the clouds opened up and the fangirl said: Let there be GAY.)
He moved back into a kneeling position again, this time however he had his hands on Leo's thighs and was using them to pull himself up higher, bringing himself nose to nose with the boy who was suddenly looking very uncomfortable.
"E-Elliot…?" the brunette mumbled, unsure of what was actually happening when Elliot decided he'd do one more than just scaring the boy. He shut his eyes and leaned in to land a soft chaste kiss on the boy's lips. Leo's face hadn't gone pink before, but now it had. And as Elliot pulled away to examine his handiwork, he chuckled.
"Yup, I thought so," The Nightray stood up and reached for a towel to try and dry his hair (which would obviously need some more washing later) and started out the door.
A split second after he was left alone Leo managed to gather his bearings and shout indignantly, "Elliot!"
The boy in question poked his head back in around the door frame smiling brightly, "Yes Leo?"
"What the heck was that!"
Elliot tilted his head in a way he'd seen Leo do several times that day and he shrugged, "Oh, I was just trying to prove a point, that's all."
Leo cringed, fully aware of the fact he was being mocked, but he felt the need to ask anyway, "And….what point…is that….?"
"That being alone in a dorm room together, school and dull black and white uniforms aside, for nine months out of the year can be quite fun."
