Hey guys! Kitty 29 here with the first Omake of this series! (I'm pretty sure there will be more). Since the last chapter was like a series finale or something I figured there should be a chapter break before it is continued. So here are some extras for you to enjoy!
Random Extras
Some times when I'm writing I write these little extras that are in the Colours universe, but have nothing to do with the story or I can't find a place to put them in. Here are some of them:
Mind Reader
Setting – The club, years before the story begins.
"Are you sure this is the right place?"
"Yes, this is the place," Gilbert answered smirking. "Everything you thought it would be and more, right?"
Ludwig caught the mocking tone in his voice, and he couldn't help the small blush that spread on his face as he exited the car and looked at the small office building. Really, he thought it would be more like something out of a comic book or whatever, not something so... Ordinary.
"See, it's not some kind of floating school in the sky," Gilbert mocked, scratching under his leather gloves. It would take a while to break these things in. He wondered if they were gonna be awesome enough to become a thing.
The blush on Ludwig's face deepened but he crossed his arms and glared at his older brother. Gilbert had been telling him for years that he had some kind of extraordinary power, but honestly Ludwig just always thought it was him being his usual attention grabbing self. He had never even considered that he had been telling the truth. Until he was introduced to Lovino. He had seen with his own eyes the Italian's healing powers and had finally believed that Gilbert also had abilities. So he did deserve all the teasing and mocking for not believing his brother for all those years but even so. Could you really blame a guy for not believing someone could learn about someone else simply by touching them?
So he decided to make it up to him, by going to this club that Gilbert's been talking about for a while. When Gilbert had talked about it, it seemed so fantastical and wonderful but now that he was here looking at the building it just seemed so...
Normal.
"C'mon Westen, don't just stand there gawking let's go!"
Though Gilbert would never admit it, having his younger brother at the club made him happy and so he eagerly led the way. They walked into the meeting room where a few people were chatting. Yao, the club leader, seemed too distanced with papers to notice the two enter the room, the same could not be said for the Italian brothers.
"Ludwig!" Feliciano shouted happily before bouncing up and hugging the larger male, causing Ludwig to blush as he timidly returned it.
"So the potato bastard decided to come," Lovino stated bitterly, crossing his arms in a huff. "Great."
"What? Would you rather I brought that Spanish lover of yours?" Gilbert smirked when he saw the Italian turn beet red. Lovino glared at the other.
"Sh-Shut up! I would care less about that bastard!" Lovino retorted, having just recently broken up with boyfriend for the sixth time. Gilbert laughed at the others distress, only stopping when he felt Feliciano tap his shoulder.
"Oh right, Gil! Didn't you say you had something to tell me about your ability?"
Gilbert's face lit up when he remembered. "Yeah! Yeah I did!" He mentioned for the Italian to come close. He did so eagerly, but before Gilbert could tell him he looked back at his brother, who was looming pretty close. "You might want to cover your ears little brother. This might not be suitable for you."
"Feliciano's younger than me." Came Ludwigs surprising childish response. Gilbert simply laughed before focusing his attention back to Feliciano.
"Fine. So, I was making out with this really hot chick at Lessie's party last week" Ludwig's eyebrow twitched. "When suddenly all this useless information about her just came to me! Way more intense than just touching."
"Really?" Feliciano marvelled as Lovino rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, but that's not it!" The albino was growing even more excited as he prattled on. "I swear, that for second, I read her mind."
Both Feliciano and Ludwig stared at Gilbert with wide eyes. Feliciano clearly in deep awe. Lovino scoffed.
"Tch, it was probably the first thought you ever had."
Gilbert raised an eyebrow. "That doesn't even make sense."-smirk-"Wow, you're really useless without Antonnniiioooo~"
"S-SHUT UP!"
"Easten." The nickname insistently gained Gilbert's attention. "Is this true?"
Gilbert frowned. "You doubt me?"
"No, no I—"
Ludwig's words were caught in his throat when Feliciano abruptly grabbed the collar of Gilbert's shirt and forced their lips together. To say that the two German brothers were shocked would be an understatement. As soon as his mind caught up with his body Gilbert pushed the Italian away from him.
"What- what the FU—"
"What was I thinking?" Feliciano asked, his innocent smile betraying his last action. "Did it work?"
Gilbert paused, now realizing the others intention. He got information, yes, but... "No, it wasn't deep enough for it to—HEY!" He backed away and put a hand over his lips when the other advanced him again.
Feliciano seemed disappointed. "But Gil, if we don't try then how can we know it works?"
"Ah..."
Luckily, now was the time Yao decided to glance up from his papers and notice the new brothers. "Oh! Gilbert, sorry I didn't know you were here, aru." He rose from his seat and turned to Ludwig. "And this must be Ludwig, aru. It's nice to meet you."
He walked over and the two shook hands. It was only then that Gilbert allowed himself to look at his brothers face. Though he was masking it, Gilbert could still see the tiny bit of hurt. He knew his brother had developed a small crush on the Italian pretty much as soon as they moved here. And he also knew that although he would never admit it, the German was mad at him.
And that theory was only further proved when Ludwig 'forgot' to make enough dinner for him and he was forced to go to bed hungry.
Letters
Setting – At school the day after Chapter 9: Embarrassment, in which Alfred meets Korea in the sports shack and some 'events' transpire.
The day after Alfred's rather lustful counter with the new Korean student he found himself back at his locker. Though he knew that there wouldn't be any balloons inside he couldn't stop the slight tumbling of his hands as he struggled to open the lock. Of course, no balloons floated down from his locker when it opened but that wasn't what surprised him. What surprised him was the envelope enclosed inside. Again from Korea.
Alfred couldn't tell if he should be more angry or incredulous. The kid was still trying to get him to like him? Even after he practically raped him?
His face began to burn when he thought back to yesterday's events and he ripped open the envelope to distract himself. He read over the note:
I realized you don't know much about me, so here you go!
The rest was useless facts and ramblings of Yong Soo and Alfred groaned before he banged his head against the locker. What the hell was wrong with this kid? Couldn't he take a freakin' hint? He sighed before wrenching himself away from the cold metal and grabbed the stuff he needed for class. He made sure the lock was secure before he went on; dumping the letter in a nearby trash can as he walked. He was hoping Yong Soo was watching when he did that. Maybe then he would learn to stop bugging him.
He didn't.
The next two days brought two new letters into his locker each morning, each from 'Korea'— he had no idea why the other was using an alias when he knew who he was, weirdo. And each time Alfred would read the letter, see that it was just more ramblings then throw them away. He even ripped up the last letter he received, having an inkling that Yong Soo was watching as he did so.
It was now Friday and Alfred didn't even bother hiding his sigh as he uncovered another letter. Following the last three days Alfred ripped open the letter with the full intention of reading it, remembering what Arthur taught him when he was young.
'If someone has the courtesy to write you a letter, the least you could do is read it before you throw it away.' Apparently it was the 'gentlemanly' thing to do. Whatever that meant.
And so he pulled out the page from the envelope, a bit surprised by its contents. Usually the letters went for about a page or so, but this one was only a simple sentence:
Hey sweetie, how is day?
-Korea
Alfred stared at it. Stared and stared and reread and reread until a small smile tugged on his lips and he laughed. He knew that he shouldn't laugh, especially when it came from the Asian he was trying to deflect but he couldn't help it. It was funny. It reminded him of when he had just become friends with Kiku and would say stupid stuff like that to get him riffled up.
He heard a faint 'Whoop!' in the background and he turned just in time to see the Korean duck back out around the corner. Alfred looked in that direction for a while, silently wondering if he should go over there. He shrugged before grabbing his school stuff and tossing the letter back in his locker. He supposed he would give Yong Soo this small victory.
Nicknames
Setting – Kaoru(Hong Kong) and Michelle (Seychelles) are working on a project at Michelle's house years before the stories events. Inspired by the song Michelle by The Beatles.
"I think we should have nicknames."
The thought was so random and sudden that it caused the monotone Asian to look up at the excitable girl. Michelle, seeing he was looking, paused in her work and smiled. "I mean, you're my best friend Kaoru! We should have special names for each other!"
In Kaoru's head he corrected the girl. He was her only friend pretty much. Though Michelle was a cheery and outgoing girl, her overly ecstatic and talkative way seemed to put more than a few people off. In fact, Kaoru was the only person who could stand being around the female for long periods of time. Even the girl's parents seemed to invite him over just so he could distract her.
"...What do you have in mind?" He decided to ask; figuring now would be a good time to pause in his work. Michelle's face lit up when she had his interest and she shifted herself so that she was facing her best friend.
"Well! I dunno! But I figured whatever they are we'll only use them when no one else is around!" She giggled, not noticing the blush that appeared on the male. "It'll be cute, right? I could call you Kao, or Coo-coo...okay maybe not that one, but something like that! How about—"
As she prattled on Kaoru couldn't help but wonder how she failed to notice how...intimate having private pet names were. Though he hated to admit it, a while ago he had actually come up with a nickname for Michelle, though he could never work up the courage to call her it in her presence. Now though...might be as good a time as ever...
Michelle stopped talking as soon as she heard the Asian mumble something, and she titled her head at him in confusion. "Huh?" She pushed herself on her hands and knees and crawled closer to the male. "I'm sorry what did you say?"
Kaoru blushed and looked away, knowing Michelle didn't know her position gave him a good view down her dress. With her so close, it was even harder to say. Though he knew he would have to now. And so, with his face beet red but still rather void of emotion, he spoke again.
"...Michelle Bell."
Kaoru couldn't bring himself to look at the girls reaction due to his embarrassment. Though the force of the girls hug sending him crashing backwards made him guess she liked it.
"My god Kaoru! That is so cute!" She broke the hug and but didn't push herself off him, instead deciding to look up at him from his chest. "I didn't know you had it in you! Mmm... I can't think of a good one for you right now but until then, will you still call me Michelle Bell?"
She then pouted, and though it was playfully, Kaoru's blush still deepened. He was ridiculously happy. He thought that Michelle would reject him when she learned of his little pet name, but instead he got to call her it whenever they were alone? What luck! Although his chest was practically exploding with glee, his face still remained void of emotion as he nodded.
Michelle smiled largely back before she slapped Karou's stomach and pushed herself back up. "Yay! Well, back to work!" She said merrily before she crawled back to where she was before.
"...Okay."-smile-"Michelle Bell."
Every Time?
Setting – Yong Soo and Alfred get a detention for yelling in the halls between classes.
It wasn't until he felt Yong Soos hands begin crawling up his shirt that he realized he was making out with him. Again.
Alfred quickly retracted himself away from the Asian, his face burning. "What the hell? Why does this keep happening?"
Yong Soo just smirked before adjusting his scarf to make sure it was covering the hickey he had received last time. "Because you like me, da~ze."
"Shut up!" Alfred returned back to his seat and sat back down, sulking.
Yong Soo did the same. "Go out with me?"
"NO!"
"No talking," The teacher said even before she re-entered the classroom. "Or that'll be fifteen more minutes."
Alfred threw one last glare at the other—which Yong Soo countered with a charming smile— before he looked back at the front of the room and fell silent.
Story Bits
Usually when I write a chapter there's at least a paragraph that gets cut out because it was too long or because it disturbed the flow of the story. These are some of them.
Guinea Pig
This was a small bit of dialogue left out of Chapter 7: The meeting Pt.2 when everyone is introducing themselves. I thought it was funny but it had to go so that the chapter would flow.
"Oh yeah, and this is my bruder, Ludwig." Gilbert gestured to the taller German beside him. "He's here because he's lame and has nothing better to do."
"Tch, that's why Feliciano's here too," Lovino said while Ludwig gave Gilbert an unimpressed stare.
"Ve! That's not true! I came because I want to help everyone!"
"It's true." Gilbert said nodding, trying to keep his face straight but failing. "He's the best guinea pig we could ever wish for."
Feliciano looked happy at the comment. "I'll do anything to help!"
Ludwig face palmed. "Feliciano… That's not a good thing."
"Ve?"
Talking with Raiman
Raiman is Matthew's Malaysian Math Mate(lol) that belongs to ArisaLyeanna. He appeared briefly at the club in Chapter 7: The Meeting Pt.2. There was originally gonna be a conversation between him and Matthew but I couldn't find a place to stick it in(pst).
"Why didn't you tell me you had an ability?" Matthew asked. Sure the two of them didn't know each other that well, but he figured that if the other thought he had an ability he would at least ask him about it.
Raiman opened his notebook to a new page before he answered, "You never asked."
What a smug answer, Matthew thought with a small laugh.
"By the way..." Raiman began, clicking his mechanical pencil to life. "Do you know if Feliciano has an ability?"
Matthew blinked at the random question. "Feliciano? No, he doesn't. Why?"
He 'hmm'd before scrabbling something down. "No reason, just curious."
Matthew nodded before glancing at the notebook. It was weird, at school he never saw him with that thing but here it looked as if he never parted from it. "What are you writing?"
"Observations mostly." Raiman answered, only pausing in his writing to push his glasses up his nose. "Because I see so many personalities through flowers I forget which flower belongs to who. I write them down so that I don't forget."
Matthew 'Ohhh...'d in understanding. "Well that makes sense. Maybe I should get a notebook too..." He turned to see the Asian giving him a puzzled look.
"Why?" He asked simply.
"Well to um...write down people's emotions...?" Then again, people's emotions were a constantly changing thing; wouldn't writing about them be a little useless? Matthew shrugged. "Or maybe not..."
Raiman looked at him for a while before he too shrugged and went back to writing.
Meeting with Feliks
This is what I originally had written for the last chapter, for when Mattie and Gil go for a walk in the Park. Though I realized that it was all too long just to make one point, so I rewrote it.
"America? Yeah I used to live there." Matthew said as he and Gilbert walked along with coffees in hand. The five minute mark had long since passed and Matthew decided to stay and chat with the egomaniac. Though he hated to admit it, he missed the simple pleasure of face to face connection; more than he probably should have for only being away from it for about a week. He was enjoying himself far too much. "I lived there for about a year before I moved back to Canada."
Gilbert took a drink of his coffee and smiled. "'Came back', huh? You lived here before?"
"Yep, I've lived in Canada most of my life." Matthew also took a drink from his coffee and—damn that was good coffee. "Though I was in Quebec before."
Gilbert laughed at that. "Quebec? I can't see someone like you coming from that province."
Matthew raised an eyebrow. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"I mean you're not a pompous ass." At this point he put on a really bad Quebecois accent. "French Canada zis zhe best Canada!" He paused to inhale an imaginary cigarette and Matthew had to cover his mouth to muffle his completely manly giggles. "All zhe rest of Canada c'est pussy Canada!"
"I feel like I should be offended," Matthew said between laughs.
"Didn't I just say you're not like that?" Gilbert reminded with a smirk. "That is a compliment, Blondie."
"Okay but what about you?" Matthew asked. "Did you used to live in America?"
"Me? Yeah, yeah I did." He smirked. "Moved there a bit after my mom died."
...Oh.
"I'm sorry." Matthew quickly apologized. "I didn't mean to bring it u—"
He was cut off from a laugh from the albino. "Mattie, it's fine. My mom died years ago; I'm over it now. Besides, my awesomeness needs to be shared with the world."
Gilbert smiled when that gained a laugh from the blond. It was a small timid laugh, but a laugh all the same. He took the last swing of his drink with a satisfied gulp. Damn that was good coffee. Matthew also finished of his cup with a small pout. It seemed as if he shared the albino's thoughts on the subject.
"Are you done?" Matthew asked and he held out his hand when the other nodded. "Give me, I'll throw it out." Gilbert compiled and Matthew trotted off to the nearest garage can. It was a great day, the sun was shining, the recently returned birds were chirping and a slight breeze was making the air just a little on the cool side. Matthew threw both the cups into the garage and paused to look upon the park, a smile growing on his face. He loved the park; it was probably the only place he could go t with a lot of people and not feel overwhelmed.
"Mattie?"
There only a few people who called him by that name and he didn't recognize that voice. At first he didn't turn, thinking the person was addressing someone else.
"Mattie!"
He finally turned to find the only cross dresser he knew waving at him merrily. He was looking especially girl like today with an oversized jacket over a very short skirt finished with a very cute frog beanie hat. If one didn't know he was a boy they would have to be rather close to tell.
"Hey~!" Feliks called before he jogged over to the other.
"Oh, um... h-hello, Feliks." Anyone could tell with a single glance that Matthew was uncomfortable. Feliks was there when he had his little...melt down a week ago. And so far the only person he has exchanged words with(not counting Gilbert of course).
"Oh my god, Mattie! It's like, totally weird seeing you here!" Feliks exclaimed, reaching Matthew with one last hop. "This is like, so weird, right? I haven't seen you since the club last week!"
Matthew flinched at those words and he mustered up enough courage to look up at the other's face. "About that I'm—"
"Like, oh my god Mattie! Are you still worrying about that?" Feliks flipped his hand and made a 'psft' sound, showing that he himself was far over that particular subject. "Listen, everyone's over it!" He glanced around before mentioning for the Canadian to lean in a bit closer. "When you have an ability you're more than prone to your own set of breakdowns. It totally just makes gossiping more fun!"
Matthew blinked. Everyone's been saying his previous break down wasn't that big a deal and he was honestly starting to believe it.
"Wha...What about Feliciano?" Matthew asked. The last time he saw him he was sitting like a rag doll in a chair, thanks to him. "Is he...Is he okay?"
"Feli? I thought you two like, got in an argument or something?" Feliks said honestly confused.
Now Matthew was confused too. "Argument? No I...I haven't even spoken to him since..."
"Really? That's totally weird. Feli thinks you like, hate him or something?"
"What? But, I...I thought he hated me!"
The two blonds looked at each other. It started out small but in a few moments the two of them were howling.
"Like, oh my god!" Feliks gasped between laughs. "You guys are like, terrible for each other!"
"Feliks, what are you doing here?"
The two turned to see that Gilbert had decided to shuffle over, obviously tired of being alone for more than three minutes. He looked over the others girly outfit and frowned. "Didn't I tell you not to wear such frilly...stuff?"
Feliks, still giggling, looked down at his outfit. "You said frilly and this isn't frilly, right Matt?"
Matthew shook his head, covering his mouth to hide his smile. "N-no it doesn't. I would wear it." He paused. "M-minus the skirt of course."
Gilbert looked between the two blonds still recovering from their little giggling fit. A smile tugged on his lips when he thought of how adorable Matt would look like in that outfit though he quickly shook the image from his mind—for now—and hid it with a small frown. "Since when did you two get so buddy-buddy?"
"Ah, don't be so lame, Gily." Feliks said, walking up to the albino and pouting. "I need to like, go and meet someone soon anyways. So don't think I'm trying to steal Mattie from you or something."
Gilbert scowled at the Polish student, who smiled slightly arrogantly in response.
"Anyways." Feliks turned and walked back over to Matthew. "Feli is like, totally fine." He whispered so that Gilbert wouldn't hear. "But I'm like, a bit worried about you, Mattie."
Matthew blinked, "What?"
"Be careful around him."
"Around who?"
Feliks turned back to Gilbert. "'Kay I'm like, leaving now? Ciao'!"
Gilbert nodded in acknowledgement.
"Bye Mattie." Feliks waved before walking past the Canadian and away from the two.
That's it for now!
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