Hey guys! Kitty29 here with a new chapter of Colours!

I just want to report that this story is now over 100,000 words! WWWOOOOO! I actually think it's long enough to like, become a book or something, lol. This is the longest thing I have ever written. And of course it's fanfiction -fail-
The character of Malaysia or Raiman, belongs to ArisaLyeanna not me.

Well that is it. This is a good chapter so please enjoy!

Matthew wasn't sure how much help the information that he previously gathered would be, but even so he was glad he decided to share. Yao seemed rather intrigued by it, particularly about the gloves that the blond man had put on before he moved Feliciano. Which Matthew found a bit strange, but thinking back on it the man's gloves were a bit off. Instead of those latex gloves that one would expect someone to put on before dealing with a body, they were simple winter gloves. Misplaced winter gloves, almost as if he had just grabbed a random pair in a hurry.

Though Matthew tried not to think too hard about it as he walked back to his room. He just hoped that the information helped in waking up Feliciano. He opened the door, fully expecting to see his brother smiling back at him. To his surprise, there was no one. He frowned, no sure what to do with himself with the sudden free time in his makeshift schedule. He stood there awkwardly, absentmindedly thumping his hands against his legs as he released a sigh. Well, what would he do now?

Wondering over to his bed he decided to get an early start on his homework. Raiman had been nice enough to gather his work from his classes and give them to him. Which Matthew was very grateful for, as it was almost the end of the school year and it was now that the teachers decided to pile the work on them. With the days he was forced to stay away from school, Matthew really didn't want to fall behind.

He lay down on his stomach and leaned over on the over side of the bed to reach his backpack. He unzipped it and pulled out the necessary textbooks and binders—a bit difficult with his new cast—tossing them on the bed behind him as he went. Feeling he had everything, he pulled himself back onto the bed to get started.

"Hello Matvey."

"ARH!"

Matthew quickly flopped himself over, almost falling off the bed in the process, to look at the Russian who had suddenly appeared at the foot of the bed.

"I-I-I-Ivan!" Matthew stuttered uselessly, clutching at the fabric over his racing heart. He was thankful that that larger man chose to stay quiet as he tried to calm himself down. When he could think straight again he noted that this was the first time he had seen Ivan since the shooting. It made him a happy he came to visit. "H-Hello. S-Sorry I didn't see you there."

Ivan smiled at him, but this smile wasn't the usual creepy smile that the Canadian associated with the larger man. It was almost...Normal. Matthew would be lying if he said it didn't creep him out as much, if not more than his usual smile. "Expecting someone else?"

"Well...Y-Yes, usually my brother comes at this time..."

"Ah, yes. Alfred was it? He is very...Loud."

Matthew nodded. Yep, that sounded like his brother all right.

"He came, but I sent him away. So we can...Talk. I heard about what happened."

Matthew blinked. Well that sounded important, especially if he went to the trouble of getting Alfred to stay away from him. A rather impressive fret. "W-Well okay..." He positioned himself so that he could give the other his full attention—kicking some homework stuff off the bed in the process.

"I heard about what happened," Ivan repeated, his smile gone. "And I have to say I am disappointed."

A dread rose in Matthew's chest, but he remained silent. He didn't want to interrupt his teacher.

"There is much more you could have done in that situation, Matvey. If Feliciano had not developed an ability the outcome would have been different." He paused to allow the Canadian to speak, which he promptly did.

"I know," Matthew said. He found himself looking down at his lap as he continued. "I...Being here has given me a lot of time to think about what happened. I could have used my ability to help but...I don't know what I could have done."

Ivan tilted his head to the side as he stared at the smaller male, nothing is his exterior showing what was in his mind. "I can show you."

There was no hesitation in Matthew's answer. "Please."

Ivan continued to stare for a bit before he straightened his head and smiled, though the Canadian didn't see it. "Look up."

Matthew complied and he found himself sitting at the long table at the basement of the warehouse. He stood, surprised, and looked around wildly. How did he get here? And where was Ivan?

"This will be easier for us to chat, da?"

He turned to see Ivan walking down the stairs, smiling.

"W-Why, I mean, how did we get here?" Matthew asked, trying to kept himself calm. If Ivan had done this than he couldn't be in any danger, right?

"Here?" Ivan asked as he planted his feet firmly on the ground floor. "We're still in the hospital. We're not even talking."

Matthew was growing more and more confused by the minute. "I don't understand."

Ivan walked up to the table and stood in front of it, his smile growing. "Of course you don't." Though the voice was coming from him, his mouth didn't move.

Everything clicked. No one had told Matthew just what Ivan could do. Then again, he never asked. He looked around again. Everything just seemed so...So...Real. He looked down at his hands and noted with a start that that his cast was gone. Curious, his tried rolling his previously injured wrist. No pain. "This is...This is your ability."

For a moment Ivan actually looked proud of his student. "I am fooling your mind. Making you think this is happening."

Matthew gulped, not really liking the fact that someone was in his head. Nevertheless, he decided to sit down and force himself to get comfortable. "Why...Why are you showing me this?"

Ivan followed his example and settled down at the head of the table. "Our abilities are similar. Both manipulate the mind." Matthew didn't look like he understood, so Ivan continued. "Emotions do not come from the heart, like people are raised to think. Emotions come from here," he tapped a finger against his skull. "The mind controls emotions and emotions control the mind. Control your emotions, Matvey, and you control everything."

Matthew nodded slowly, trying to let the words soak into him. "Is that why we're here?"

Ivan paused before he tilted his head and stared at Matthew, the same unreadable expression on his face as before. "If I continue, I will not stop. No matter what you do. Do you want that?"

Matthew pursed his lips, not really sure what to say or what Ivan wanted to hear from him. Whatever he was planning to do sounded dangerous. Plus they were already in his mind—they were in his mind...right?—they could do anything, go anywhere. But even so...He needed to know how to control his ability. What if something else happened that he could have helped with but couldn't? Ignoring the dread that was squeezing onto his chest, he hesitantly nodded. "I...I'll do whatever it takes."

A dark grin appeared on Ivan's face as the last words left Matthew's mouth. "Then we will start, comrade."

Matthew suddenly felt constricted. He tried to move but was unable to do anything but wiggle. He looked down at himself and was mortified to find that he was laying on a metal table completely naked, nothing covering him expect plastic, that was wrapped around him so tightly that moving was nearly impossible. He looked around wildly, the rate of his breathing increasing, but everything was black. He was surprised he could even see himself.

"The idea came from watching Dexter. I always wanted to do something like this."

Ivan appeared beside him, smiling down at him with his usual creepy smile.

"I-Ivan! W-What's going on? What are you do—"

He was silenced by a finger being pushed against his lips. "Shush, Matvey. It is my turn to ask the questions now, da?" He removed his finger and was pleased when the Canadian remained silent. "I only have one question. Tell me, what did you do to Makar Brandanus?"

Matthew froze, and his breath hitched in his throat. "H-How...How did you..."

Ivan laughed. "Naive little Matvey. You think just because it happened in another country and that your name was never released that it would be hard to find out? I put the pieces together. Before you came, Makar had an...Attitude of sorts. After you he was a whole other person."

Matthew gulped, and he looked away from his teacher when he felt a faint stinging behind his eyes. He didn't want to...No one had to know what he... "I...I didn't do anything."

Ivan reached over and harshly cupped his face, forcing him to turn and look at him. He was done playing games. "BULLSHIT! You did something to him with your fucking abilities. You want me to help you? I must know everything!"

Matthew looked like he was about to cry, and he choked back a sob before he spoke. "I told you! I didn't do anything!"

Ivan slammed Matthew's head against the table, causing the Canadian to yelp out in pain. The Russian moved so that he was right in Matthew's face, his expression a fearful amalgamation of anger and amusement. His voice was low and study as he spoke. "You don't know the things I can do to your mind while I'm in here. I don't know all the things I can do. If you don't tell me I'll be more than happy to experiment, comrade."

Matthew tried to fight back the tears, but even so a couple slipped past his defences. "He...He was going to hurt me..."

"So you fought back," Ivan urged, his grip on the Canadian not loosening in the slightest.

"He was...He was bigger than me! I couldn't do anything to him physically!"

"So what did you do Matvey?"

"I...I reached out...I had to stop him somehow! I wasn't thinking! I didn't know what I was doing! I..."

"What did you do Matvey?"

"I stole his emotions, okay!" He yelled, his eyes shew shut as he allowed the tears to fall down his cheeks. He didn't even feel Ivan let go of his face as he went on on his tirade. "I didn't know what was happening! All of his emotions just flowed into me and his colours disappeared! I took them! I took them away from him! The fact that he fell and cracked his head open should have been a godsend! I shouldn't have called for help. He would have been better off dead!" His body began to shake as he sobbed, not caring that the Russian was watching him. "There, I-I said it! Are you happy?"

Ivan straightened up and watched the Canadian as he cried. He didn't look happy. He didn't even look amused. "You're hysterical." Was what he said in place of an answer. Matthew glared up at him, anger shining behind his tears.

"How would you react if I did this to you?" He yelled, his voice surprising steady despite his tears.

Ivan had the decency not to smile. "Is this what you were like back at the alleyway?"

Matthew's anger melted into incredulous confusion as he stared. "What?"

At this, Ivan couldn't help but grin. "This must have been what you were like back at the alleyway. Now would be a perfect time to overcome your emotion!"

Matthew's blood ran cold when Ivan revealed a large kitchen knife clutched in his hand. He turned away from Matthew's face and instead focused on his body, poising the weapon as if to strike.

"What are you doing?" Matthew shrieked, desperately trying to wiggle away but failing miserably.

"This is the real test, Matvey!" Ivan yelled, a crazed look in his eye. "None of this is real! This situation doesn't exist! We're still at the hospital!"

"Pl-Please! D-Don't do this!" Matthew pleaded, fresh tears staining his face. Ivan shook his head, the growing grin only adding to the insanity on his face.

"I said I wasn't going to stop, Matvey! You agreed to this!" With those words Ivan swooped down and plunged the knife deep into Matthew's stomach.

Matthew gasped, arching his body as much as his plastic confines would allow. For the briefest of seconds, he didn't feel anything. Perhaps that was from the shock that the Russian had actually stabbed him. Perhaps it was because for a moment, he truly believed that this situation didn't exist. He just wished that second lasted longer. His vision turned white when his body registered the pain and he screamed louder than he knew he could.

"The pain isn't real!" He heard the Russian yell over his screams, but there was something wrong with his voice. It sounded distorted. "Control your emotions, Matv...!" He trailed off and Matthew could no longer hear him over his cry.

There was a sudden sharp pressure on his chest and he opened his eyes to find himself back at the hospital, panting heavily. Immediately he clawed at his stomach, feeling around for any wound. Nothing. Breathing a sigh of relief he allowed himself to sink into the bed, placing a hand on his forehead in disbelief. He lay there for a while, slowly allowing both his mind and heart to stop racing. That...That was all his in head...When it had gotten to the point that he could think straight he covered his face with his hands, feeling as if he was about to start crying again.

"Don't cry."

He moved his hands down so he could see Ivan standing next to him. He quickly looked away, the sight of the man only making it that much harder to hold back the tears. Ivan leaned in closer.

"Whatever you do, Matvey. Don't cry. You have to learn to control these weak emotions, da? You have to learn not to rely on others."

"What the hell?"

Both males looked up to see Gilbert standing at the door, looking at the scene in disgust. "Ivan! What are you doing to him? Get the hell out!"

"Good to see you too, Gilbert," Ivan said with a smile before he looked back at the young blond. "Remember what I said, comrade. The lessons will continue when you feel better." With that he smiled at the albino again before he went to leave the room. Gilbert didn't take his eyes off him until he was down the hallway.

"Bastard," Gilbert hissed before he looked back at the vulnerable looking Canadian. "Hey, Matt. You okay?"

Matthew muttered something, but it was far too quiet for Gilbert to hear.

"Huh?" He questioned, moving in closer to the other. Matthew looked up at him, and Gilbert was taken aback by the anger in his eyes.

"I SAID GET THE FUCK OUT!" Matthew yelled, picking up a random binder and throwing it at the older male. Gilbert cussed before he blocked the object and followed the Canadians request of leaving, not wanting to be on his bad side. Making sure he had left, Matthew removed his glasses and dug his palm into his eye, desperately trying to follow what his teacher had told him.

Don't cry...Don't cry...Don't cry...That was all just in your head...It was in your head, don't cry...Don't cry...Homework. Homework is what he needed to do. Reaching for the nearest textbook, which happened to be math, he flipped it open to a random page. Let's see...imaginary numbers...

He always did have trouble with imaginary numbers...

I was totally watching Dexter when I wrote most of this chapter, so I wanted to put the reference in there somewhere.

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