Gold lent his head back in the chair to look up at Silver wolfishly, the redhead looked down his nose at him before returning to the task at hand as he snipped away carefully at the tawny eyed male's long fringe or bangs. True to his prior arrangement Gold had managed to get Silver to cut his hair for nothing more than- 'you owe me a free meal at your café place'.

"Hey Silver?"

Silver went back to cutting hair, ignoring him and continued to work quietly, his steel grey eyes focused and sharp. Gold liked it whenever Silver was concentrating, the way he scrunched his nose up a little bit and the slight frown between his eyebrows was cute. The times when the steel eyed male would gently bite his lower lip was a bonus.

"Silverrrr,"

Silver still ignored him. Focused and unmoving despite Gold was intentionally making himself a nuisance, Silver when irritated would curl his lip in response and bare his neat straight teeth slightly, hissing as he did so like an angry cat. It was rather primal of Silver to snarl but when he did Gold thought secretly it was one of the most attractive things about the temperamental redhead. He rolled his shoulders to ease out the tension he was feeling.

"Silllllvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvv errrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr rrrrrrrrrr~"

"What?"

Silver did not look at him as he continued to cut the thick dark raven locks of hair, twisting and curving his arm and wrist round. Gold grinned easily, and came to the conclusion he rather liked the way Silver's name had an 'r' at the end, allowing him to roll the name off his tongue, it was a sexy way to end a name in fact, it meant one could 'purr' it. Gold looked up at his bed mate again. His name whilst not having an 'r' at the end was still sexy.

Gold reached up and tucked a loose strand of dark flame red hair behind the silver eyed male's ear.

Silver flinched a little and Gold let his hand fall.

"What kind of stuff do you like?"

Silver blinked and put down the scissors slowly before taking a small hand towel to help Gold brush off the stray bits of hair. Gold tried to get up but Silver pushed him back into the chair.

"I'm not finished yet."

"It looks fine."

"I'm not done."

Gold looked at himself in the bathroom mirror and winked and Silver just let out a long suffering sigh. It looked pretty good to Gold, but what was he talking about, he always looked drop dead sexy (He was joking, but really Gold was no small narcissist.). But it was so like Silver to be a perfectionist and just nitpick over fine details such as tapering and feathering the ends. However he had to admit it did look better when it was like that. Gold looked into the mirror to stare at Silver as he worked.

"So, what stuff do you like?"

"As in?"

"Well you know things to do and stuff like that."

Silver shrugged cleaning the scissor blades with a damp cloth and setting them down to clean the comb next, his hands moving with clear precise and swift motions, efficient and quick.

"Stuff?"

"Yeah, like movies, things you do when you're bored, book genres etc. Hobbies or whatever."

Silver picked up the scissors again, tilting Gold's head to the side and ignoring the stupid face the stronger male was making at him- Gold would often try pulling faces to put him off, sometimes when he wasn't prepared for it, he would be caught unaware. Hobbies thought, he never really had any preferences.

"I think you know I dislike horror movies. As for boredom, I never get bored; I contemplate the meaning of life."

Silver said delicately, haughtily as he lifted a chunk of Gold's fringe to carefully snip at the ends to taper them nicely, he had already trimmed the rest of the teen's hair, he had left the long fringe that Gold swept over one side of his face till last- Silver liked the fringe on Gold it suited him.

Gold chuckled heartily.

Of course he knew that, how could he ever forget that. Silver was also quite often off in la-la land- Gold usually found him staring into space just before bedtime. Silver paused and thought a bit more.

"I like reading history novels and autobiographies."

"Why the hell do you read those shit boring books?! Those autobiographies can be so freakin' depressing you know!"

Silver smirked down at Gold and lent over him so that his long dark foxy red hair draped round and framed his 'clients'' (the crafty one who managed to sweet talk him into cutting his hair for free) upturned face. They stared at each other for some time, both seeing the other upside down until Silver spoke:

"Exactly."

Gold looked appalled. Silver continued a small smirk on his lips his voice low when Gold didn't move from the position they were in.

"I find their pain and suffering amusing. One day, I will write my own. Yes one day soon."

Gold spluttering at the close proximity moved away with a jerk and looked at the redhead incredulously. Two could play at that game! (He had never thought Silver would be so bold as to pull off a stunt like that!)

"You better be joking! No one would want to read your emo crap! I've seen your haiku poetry. Oh god."

Gold mimed puking and Silver tapped the knuckles on his left hand with the scissor blades threateningly a slight irritated grin in place on his lips (No one insulted his haiku poetry). Gold inched away. Silver had sharp things close like scissors and combs... Gold wasn't sure if combs could kill but the one Silver owned had such severe teeth, he was pretty certain it could inflict a fair amount of damage. This wasn't going to be good if he said anymore. The redhead turned and tossed the hand towel at him instead, hitting the golden eyed male in the face. Gold grunted in surprise at the soft impact of the flannel.

"I was joking you dumbass. I would never in a million years write a book on my life. I wouldn't know where to start let alone have the vocabulary or the mind to make it interesting. Plus how do I or where do I start? By telling them what my birthday is?"

Gold snickered, shaking his head, loose bits of chopped hair flying about haphazardly. Silver made a small unintelligible noise.

"Good because if you did ever write one, I actually would've bought it and read it."

Gold replied as he picked the towel off the floor and shaking it out to rid of loose hair, Silver paused.

"What? Now you have got to be kidding me."

Gold snorted as he handed the redhead back the towel and sat back down on the chair, looking at their reflections in the mirror, admiring how they were so alike and yet so different. Pale clear silver eyes and bright passionate golden eyes, dark short hair and long red hair. The list went on and on. Gold eventually spoke after some contemplation of his roommates' outburst.

"I'm not. I would genuinely go read it. You're an interesting guy, I'd read it to find out more about you. I mean, I'd like to know more about you."

Silver looked away, he then looked back at Gold in the mirror, swallowing bravely he replied:

"You could just ask. I'm right here."

Silver watched Gold's expression change, from mild interest to uncertainty and surprise. Silver liked to watch Gold and his facial expressions. The honey eyed teen was very expressive and the redhead found that all the emotions that crossed Gold's face actually suited him very well, even if it was hatred or anger. Silver went back to work, he wanted to cut Gold's fringe well, it was his way of apologising for all those times beforehand where they hadn't been the best of people towards each other, others around them and most importantly they hadn't been good or true to themselves. Gold tapped the sink top thoughtfully with his nails.

"What's your favourite colour?"

"Black."

Gold raised an eyebrow and looked at the redhead directly in the mirror.

"Seriously? Don't give me the phony bullshit answer you gave Green so long ago. Really, what is your favourite colour?"

Silver smiled, however it was hidden by the fringe of dark red hair as he tilted his head in order to see the awkward angel he was cutting. Gold had figured him out and so quickly and easily as well. Black was not his favourite colour. In fact Silver hated black. It was a distressing horrible colour that gave him nothing but bad memories of his father and the skimpy dresses his hated step mother loved to wear so much.

The problem was black was a colour or should he say tone, that complimented his pale skin and his dark flame fox red hair very nicely. This was why his wardrobe consisted mainly of black clothes. (Much to Green's disappointment).

"Let me guess, is it orange?"

Gold mused and Silver pretending to be offended stuck out his tongue in disgust his eyes narrowed, declaring it an awful colour. Gold had to agree with him on that, in fact pale oranges were alright but bright obnoxious oranges were just, oh god. Brushing stray bits of hair off of Gold's face Silver continued to decline all the colour choices Gold guessed until Gold realised Silver didn't have a favourite. Mildly surprised Gold hadn't met someone without a favourite before other than himself.

"Why not?"

Silver shrugged.

"You don't either."

Gold nodded in realisation. Touché. Growing bored of their banter the stronger male allowed a slow lazy smirk scrawled its names across his lips and Gold allowed his voice to drop to a low purring drawl.

Time to play about with Silver a little, it was funny how flustered he would get on the subject of love, sex and other relating things. It was endearing.

Gold let out a purr of satisfaction.

"So now that we've gotten to know each other, how about something a little bit more…"

Silver looked at him weirdly, not catching on, slowly cleaning his materials.

"More…? More what?"

Gold quirked an eyebrow and sent him a saucy wink and a teasing grin. Colouring brightly in his cheeks Silver scooped up his materials, finally getting the message, now seemingly muddled he hurried out of the bathroom claiming he needed to go finish cleaning up. Chuckling Gold stood and brushed the rest of the cut hair off of him.

He didn't have the heart to tell the redhead that he was already in the bathroom where he could clean them. Stifling a laugh at Silver's precious antics Gold sauntered off to find the dustpan and brush to sweep up the hair.


Gold hummed to himself quietly as he drew on the piece of paper in front of him. The personal drawing sessions with Green at home were actually becoming more like a game instead- like Pictionary- but Green still evaluated them anyway and kept them in their special folder dedicated to the sessions. Red was in fact, one they all knew very well by now, an extraordinary artist and had just drawn the kitten Pikachu in stunning colour and detail, multiple times much to Green's chagrin and pinned them all up round the house.

"You don't stick paper everywhere round the house Red!"

Green had admonished the raven haired man, Red who had been in the process of tacking up- 'Pikachu's bird watching face' to the living room balcony window doors had shrugged and done it anyway.

Green annoyed that he had been ignored had gone off to take down the other Pikachu's faces Red had posted round the place.

Thus 'Pikachu's hungry' face was posted on the fridge, 'Pikachu's smelly' and 'Pikachu's need to go' face was on the bathroom and so on, each time he took them down, they went back up again. Whilst it amused Gold and Silver, Green was not amused by it (How the hell did someone manage to deduce EXPRESSIONS from their pet? Obviously Red did, but to Green and Gold and Silver- Pikachu's expressions were pretty much whatever expression a cat made normally- catlike). Pikachu didn't really seem to mind his master staring at him with a kind of awe whenever he drew him. Red also drew Green and Silver a lot as well both in black and white and in colour if he had the coloured pens or pencils on hand. Red had sketchbooks dedicated to the two- several of Green and two of Silver- many showed Green in various states of emotion and activities. For Silver it was mainly portraits and slight alterations in expression- if Gold had to choose a personal favourite from both it would be the one of Green smiling down at Pikachu and the one of Silver laughing.

Gold never understood why Red never did a self portrait or anything- it would be interesting to see how Red viewed himself. Today it seemed that Red was drawing his first portrait of Gold- in a new fresh sketchbook which had his name written in bold black ink on the front. The eagle eyed male had a feeling Red would be staring at him a lot from now on, Green had been used to it forever and Silver at first weirded out by it quickly got used to it and learnt to ignore it. Gold had been drawing a hot air balloon when Red stared particularly hard at him, abandoning the balloon, Gold looked over the scarlet eyed mans' shoulder.

"Hey, my nose isn't like that!"

"Sorry."

Red rubbed it out carefully and then turned to look at the stocky teen with frightening precision. Gold unsure if he should move or not stayed still, Red went back to his drawing, easily and neatly pencilling in Gold's nose properly. Gold looked over to Silver, the redhead was doing so much better now, his scars were healing and his wrists were tender still though and very sensitive but the biggest change was more rewarding as he was becoming someone totally different.

It was an incredible change and Gold found this new Silver amazing.

He smiled more often, rather than a jerk of his head and that awkward twitch of his lips, his skin was actually clearer due to a healthier diet and his dark foxy red hair was trimmed recently and fell in a layered manner about his shoulders, softly framing his face. His steel silver grey eyes were unburdened and curious as he absorbed new things, Silver enjoyed learning very much and Gold knew that if any of them were normal, Silver would've been that quiet bookish student who spent his time always in the library. Red would be that closet pervert who loved the live nude model drawing sessions in art classes and Green would be the kind psychology teacher or school counsellor who all the girls had a rather open crush on. However Gold was glad that his life wasn't that cliché and cookie cut and clockwork.

The fact that they were all flawed and disturbed in their own little ways made it so much more interesting and dare he say fun. Silver tucked a strand of hair behind his ear as he shaded in the drawing of a wonky mug. Gold grinned silently to himself, Silver really was a dreadful artist, the redhead couldn't draw to save his life but to be fair neither could he. If he pointed out the lack of artistic skill the redhead possessed Silver would merely deflect the comment by stating his drawing had been intentionally warped thus abstract.

"Shit."

Silver cursed as he smudged the drawing however he didn't bother trying to correct the error and continued to add little details such as pattern and texture. Gold could see that Silver was observant and clever and he showed this through his drawings, too bad he wasn't gifted with a pencil.

They continued all in amiable silence drawing, the scratching of pencils was strangely soothing as was the scent of freshly sharpened lead.

Gold put his pencil down and stretched lengthily, he found that it was times like these that he really enjoyed being with his flatmates. It was that one time of the day where no matter how mad they were at each other, they would still come together and draw. Gold didn't know how he managed to survive those months where he and Silver glowered and kicked each other surreptitiously under the table during such sessions. He looked over at Green who was actually drawing something himself- every so often the psychologist would draw instead of watching them, if Gold were to analyse the scribbles he would've called them 'artistic doodles'. The only coherent thing on Green's page was the cartoon flower and a couple stickmen.

"Nice stickmen."

"Thanks,"

"They're cute."

Green smiled at Red who had complimented on the drawings, the awkward man returned the gentle smile. But they were cute stickmen. They were very neat and proportionate as was the cartoon flower. Gold glanced at the clock, it was getting late. He yawned and Green looked up at him before checking the time, eyes widening Green announced bedtime.


Gold didn't know why but he had never been so excited to go to sleep before, perhaps today had been so shitty he was glad that it was over and tomorrow would be a better day. As he changed into his pyjamas Gold searched for his shirt, his boxers already on, Silver walked in changed fully rubbing his nose as he pulled his hair to one side and over a shoulder. Upon spotting the shirtless Gold, the tawny eyed male raised an eyebrow as the redhead backpedalled, seemingly caught in the headlights sort of expression.

"Sorry! I didn't know you were still changing!"

Silver looked mortified, his cheeks stained pink. Gold rolled his eyes and went back to finding his shirt (So this was why Green told him to put stuff away properly…)

"God, Silv, you are SUCH a prude. I'm only shirtless."

He heard Silver sniff haughtily in response and when he looked back over his shoulder Gold burst out laughing to see that the pale eyed male had covered his eyes with his hands as he stood patiently waiting for him to clothe himself. Forgetting about his shirt Gold strode over to his bed mate and gently held him by the scarred wrists, trying to coax him out from hiding; Silver refused his hands still closed over his eyes. Gold chuckled.

"Hey, come on. It's not like I'm butt naked you know."

Silver flinched at the thought and trembled slightly not even bothering to try escaping the grip Gold had on his wrists. Gold could feel Silver's wrist bones, they were so delicate and slender, Gold knew that he could easily crush the redhead and anyone else if he wanted to. He shuddered at the thought if he had actually achieved that when they first met. In actual fact that had been a terrible idea. Gold gently pried Silver's hands away from his eyes.

"Silver, you're nearly an adult; you can't just close your eyes whenever a person appears in some state of undress."

Silver stood there determinedly with his eyes screwed shut. He was so weird, in Gold's opinion, but that was what made him so much more different. Gold let go of one of Silver's wrists and brushed away the hair that had fallen into the smaller teens' face in his flustered haste. Silver's eyes opened and he blinked, mildly disorientated at such a close touch, not having much experience with such closeness before Silver coloured and tried to pull away. Gold did not let him and instead stared at him. Silver could feel his heart racing, unsure of what exactly was happening, here he was ready to go sleep and Gold was shirtless and staring directly into his face his gaze searching but relaxed.

"You have really pretty eyes. I just noticed."

Gold said abruptly, he meant it, it was true he had noticed Silver's grey steel eyes and how pale they were, but he had never actually taken the time to really look at them. They were framed by dark lashes and the irises were a clear grey bluish steel veined with darker grey and lighter on the outer rings.

Silver had beautiful eyes, especially when wide with astonishment or lit up with happiness. Even when Silver used to scowl a lot Gold reflected upon those specific moments and still found the liquid silver eyes the redhead possessed were still a very distinctive set that he had ever encountered. Gold had this fascination with eyes, he didn't really know why, he just did. Green had eyes which were a lovely dark emerald when caught in sunlight turned to a lighter crystalline leaf or jade. Red and his eerie scarlet eyes were blood red in most lights but changed to a ruby shade when it was dark. Silver fidgeted, Gold realising he still held his roommate in a tight grip let him go. Silver took a step back rubbing his tender scarred and sensitive wrists.

"Sorry."

Gold said quickly turning to find his shirt again, the atmosphere had charged slightly and it was a bit awkward when he finally found his shirt and slipped it on. When he turned back to Silver he almost caught disappointment crossing the pale eyed males' face. Deciding he was imagining things and that his sleep deprived brain was playing tricks on him Gold threw back the covers on their tiny boxy bed and motioned for Silver to get in. Because he usually woke first he slept on the outside lest he climb over Silver and wake him. The redhead slid by him, he smelt good.

Gold wondered what kind of shower gel Green had bought- it smelt like orange and mint.

Once Silver shuffled over Gold carefully got in as well, but as he did so he leant in close to the redhead inhaling the clean scent deeply. Silver edged away a mild expression of aversion towards the action on his face.

"What are you doing?"

"You smell good."

Gold replied succinctly, licking his lips, Silver read the comment and action totally wrong and quickly scooted away his cheeks burning the same colour of his hair. He was… Gold didn't know how to explain the picture Silver made all he knew was Silver was embarrassed and it was quite cute. This time he moved into the bed being extra careful not to touch his bed mate. Silver didn't like bodily contact when they were in the impossibly tiny bed. Gold didn't understand the pet peeve but he respected it and thus did not let, not even his foot come into contact with the redhead. Turning off the light Gold shifted until he was comfortable.

The air was still impregnated with a kind of friendly awkwardness that the raven didn't exactly know how to describe, turning to look at the redhead he muttered:

"Sorry, I didn't mean to invade your personal space or anything."

He was immensely surprised when Silver turned to look at him, acknowledging his apology, Gold could just make out his pretty pale eyes in the darkness and was quite sure Silver could see his own golden ones.

"It's okay. It's who you are so… It's okay that you did that. I didn't… I didn't mind,"

Silver didn't really have anything else to say as he turned back and closed his eyes. Gold huffed out a breath quietly and snuggled down. They stayed like that their breathing in sync with the ceiling fan (newly installed) whirred muted overhead. Gold turned back to Silver.

"Hey Silver?"

Silence, Gold waited, he knew by how Silver was breathing he wasn't just asleep yet. Silver twitched.

"Yes?"

"Thanks."

Silver turned to face him and sat up a little to look at him. Gold rubbed a hand over his forehead. Silver he could tell was quizzical.

"For what Gold?"

"Thanks for putting up with me, my weirdness and all of the random shit that I do."

"You don't need to thank me for that. It's who you are. I wouldn't change that."

"What do you mean?"

"…"

"Silver?"

"Goodnight Gold."

Frustrated at the fact Silver had cut off the conversation at such a good part, a really interesting part actually Gold took and punched at his pillow a few times to mould it into a comfortable shape before closing his eyes. As he drifted off to sleep he imagined he could hear the wild beating of Silver's heart.

The truth was, the wild thudding he could hear so loudly in his ears like thunder actually was his own.

Throbbing hot, fervent and confused in his own chest.