Authoress' Ramblings: And I know, I really do, that I SO need to update Ward 17. But er, give me time, okay? I'm updating two chapters in one go, see, to make-up for the lateness (again). -dies-

This was done for LJ's 52flavours community. So yes, its one of 52. (Which means expect 51 more MxM drabbles. Maybe.) And since they're drabbles, I just might update faster. (Might.) Er, eheh. x.x

And yes, you can so kill me now. O.o

DISCLAIMER: No own, no sue, no money. Ah, like a mantra indeed.

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Blurry Colors
by psychedelic aya

Summary: Mitsuru thinks colors only have one shade of everything.
XX. And I love you even through uncertainty

Mitsuru thinks colours have only one shade of everything.

Yellow is still yellow, he says, no matter the hue. (But her hair was so different from any other yellow he'd ever seen—brighter than the sun and more dazzling than the stars—) Blue is still blue, whether it be of the sea or of the sky—(and what of her eyes?) Pink is still pink—(he could admit that he was distracted when her lips turned pinker when she pouted or when it was swollen—) like newly made cotton candy (did she taste like cotton candy?) or like Mahiru's strawberry shampoo—

(Cotton candy and strawberry shampoo—)

"Mitsuru?" And speaking of which, the princess herself was descending from the stairs, in her school uniform (which seemed—what?—blue-er than usual; it brought out the shine in her curious eyes—) "Why are you looking so pensive?"

The tengu spared a glance at her before giving in to a nonchalant shrug. "Just… thinking." (And at the back of his mind he vaguely wondered whether he should ask her about the colours he was seeing—were they really composed of just one shade of everything or thousands of shades of—of—

—Of what?)

Mahiru giggled. "Thinking? You're gonna get old fast if you do that too much, you know!" Her foot touched the last step and Mitsuru felt his heart leap when he thought she would slip—

"I thought I told you not to wear your socks while going down the stairs?"

"But it was cold!"

"But what if you slip?"

(Not like I'd mind… just make sure I'm there.)

"It's alright." And her smile was like the confusing colors—one look of everything and yet paralleling millions of—of—

—Of what?

(It's not making sense—)

"Because I know you'll be there to catch me."

And at that moment, the way the grin in her blue eyes complimented the smile on her pink lips and how her yellow hair just went gracefully with her movements—

Mitsuru knew he would be forever confused about colours.

(But then Mahiru took his hand and squeezed—it's so warm—and she was still smiling.)

"I trust you, Mitsuru."

…The blend was perfect.

(And even his own personal hues matched with hers—)

Mitsuru nodded slightly and grinned.

This way, he thought; (with her hand in his)—

It made the blur of rainbows become a little bit more concrete.

.//FINI - 121205

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Authoress' Notes: Encoding this to HTML was like hell. x.x (Or maybe its because my hands are tired and this is the 4th story I've HTML encoded, after all--) Although hell is probably much more hotter and less accomodating, so I guess it really doesn't compare, does it? x.x

Smile. Someone up there loves you.

XDXDXD