Draco: Ooki... I kinda wrote this on a whim. Somehow it turned into something from Farfello's brain (yes, he has a brain). I don't know how good it really is, or how in character. I love Farfie, but I don't know him too horrible well. Anywho...here goes...

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Red

Orange

Yellow

Green

Blue

Indigo

Violet

There is a rainbow folded over and over, in and upon itself, over and over, before my eyes. It is tied up into a knot within my mind, spun and wound, over and over, until there is nothing that could possibly spread it back into that perfect arc that rolls out across the sky at the end of each storm. Nothing can make it back into that beautiful promise made by that God who gave so much to the people in that big, confusing book. It is so hard to understand the words which are written on those carefully printed, gold-lined pages. It is so much easier to understand the voice in my head. Why force myself to focus on the task of reading those twisted words when I can ask the source itself?

Ah, but my concept is too simple, to perfect.

They blame me for the simplicity of my perception.

But all the colors, the beautiful colors, were created by the voice, the simple voice.

But all of the colors have different names.

Violet. Eyes. The eyes of a cold enemy, who may not be quite as cold as he tries to seem. Violet is named Fujimiya Aya.

Indigo. Lost. The lost depth of a brain far more useful than the world would admit, would believe. Indigo is named Lost.

Blue. Eyes. The eyes of a child enemy, who will not let the world see the unhappiness hidden within him. Blue is named Tsukiyono Omi.

Green. Eyes. The eyes of a tired enemy, who is tired of being alone but will never let the world know. Green is named Kudo Yoji.

Yellow. Insanity. The traditional loss of reality within the soul, within the mind, within the depths of the person. Yellow is named Insanity.

Orange. Fire. The fire of a justified enemy, who has lost much and will not stand to see others lose as he has done. Orange is named Hidaka Ken.

Red. Blood. The beautiful gift of life flowing through the veins of the person, carrying the very essence of them. Red is named Blood.

And so is my rainbow, splintered and shattered, twisted and tied.

And so is my rainbow, beautiful and broken, tattered and torn.

And so is my rainbow.

And so is my promise from God.

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Draco: *shrug* Eh?