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

I apologize for it taking so long to write this chapter. In my make shift schedule this was supposed to be finished two weeks ago but the foul temptations of video games caught me in there web of lies. Lies I say! LIES!
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That being said I am now able to freely fangirl about Mass Effect and Dragon Age. I simply chose not to right now. Just so you know.

Anyways the story!

Special thanks to MaryMew for not only betaing (beta'd?) this chapter but for doing it super fast and super throughly so I can post it sooner. Shes just...shes just...ARGHEGSWAIUD -wordsfail-

Right! Enjoy the chapter!

Matthew felt bad for not going to the hospital with Gilbert to check on Ludwig but Gilbert's grandfather was right about one thing: they were spending too much time there. Way too much time. He was growing a disdain for white.

Walking up to the small hill leading to the warehouse he noticed Ivan standing just outside, waiting for him. He waved as soon as he saw him and Matthew timidly waved back.

"About time, da?" Ivan said with amusement as soon as the Canadian had reached him.

"S-sorry," Matthew automatically apologized, though checking the time he noted it to be 12:06. The meeting time was noon.

Ivan chuckled and slapped Matthew merrily on the shoulder, though used a little too much force and sent the teen stumbling to the side. "I was joking. Matvey, you should really start seeing the lighter side of things."

Matthew simply smiled warily at the other, not wanting to say anything to further the buddy-buddy atmosphere in case Ivan 'playfully' hit him again. "So, um...You said something about a test?"

Ivan made a noise as if he just remembered why he was here. "Ah, yes. I have a special friend for the test today. Did you know my parents had children after me?"

"Uh, no. I didn't."

Ivan nodded, a pleased smile on his lips. "Oh yes. I hear you share a friendship with one of my younger sisters. Her name is Katyusha."

Matthew's eyes widened. Katyusha? Really? But...Oh, wait. Braginski, right. Wow, now he felt a bit guilty. Katyusha was one of his good friends, how did he not put two and two together sooner?

Seeing Matthew's surprise, Ivan laughed and proceeded to 'playfully' hit him again. Ow. "That is enough laughter for now. It is time to get down to business, as they say." He waited until Matthew had collected himself before he continued. "Now Matvey, what was the event that had you feeling not so good?"

Matthew paused before he bit the inside of his cheek. He was trying not to think about the events of yesterday, deciding it to be a little too much drama than he's used to handling alone.

A full minute of silence passed before Ivan broke it. "You do not have to say anything. I just need you to not feel the greatest again."

Matthew was rather confused and he couldn't help but look at his teacher suspiciously. "But why?"

"I will be honest with you; this challenge will not be a walk in the cake."

"...You mean a walk in the park?"

"Matvey I am disappointed. Your full attention should be on the test."

"..I-I'm sorry?"

"Good. The test is to make another feel as bad as you were."

"O-Oh no! I can't do that!" Matthew replied, guilt rising with even the thought of forcing someone to feel what he felt last night. "I-Ivan you don't understand! After what happened last night I just...I just ca—"

"Matvey." Ivan grabbed onto Matthew shoulders, the act gaining the others full attention. "I would not ask you to do these kinds of things if I did not think it would help."

The serious expression that rarely showed itself on Ivan's face did nothing to help with Matthew's decision. "But...this just seems too cruel. This can't be the only way to do this, w—"

"There will be a time when your ability will be used to do things that you don't want to do. Do not think that it won't happen to you. Especially because it is you. It. Will. Happen and if you don't learn to deal with it now it will damage you in ways unimaginable. This is the only way I can make sure you are sane. The only way!" Ivan ripped his hands back and shoved them in his pockets, looking away with such a foreign expression that Matthew couldn't even guess at what it was; honestly too scared to find out.

...

"...I'm sorry."

Ivan turned to him and in a second his usual board line creepy smile was back full force. "Silly boy. Don't apologize."

Matthew simply nodded, still stunned over the others completely random tirade. Obviously he was rather passionate about him taking this test, even if it meant harming someone else. Even if it meant harming Ivan's sister. "I..." Why was this decision so much harder than it should have been? "...Katyusha."

Ivan tilted his head and studied him, his smile still present. "I will not force you to do anything." He finally said. "But you must make a decision soon or people will get bored. So I will make it easier for you."

Matthew perked up at 'easier' and he stared at Ivan with great anticipation.

"It all depends on whether you are comfortable in placing your entire trust in me or not."

What the—How was that—but that didn't…That just made it harder to decide! Now on top of thinking about Katyusha's sake he had to worry about offending Ivan?

Just...Wha...

Wha...

"What...What do you want me to do?"

/ / / \ \ \

"Yong Soo! If you don't stop playing video games your eyes will go bad, aru!"

"Aw, Aniki! I know you cared, da~ze!"

"Only because I know you'll come and complain to me!"

"You're so mean to me Yao, and right after I lost to the last boss! So mean so mean so mean!"

"Ah, I'm sorry to interrupt but lunch is nearly prepared and—"

Ding Dong

The three looked in the direction of the front door, none of them expecting a visitor. Yong Soo, ever the optimist, bounced towards the door. "I'll get it!" He called merrily, his mind happily making up a list of people he would like to see visit. He opened the door and a large grin spread over his face when he saw the person standing there was number one on his list. Though after a brief look over his smile vanished. "Ah, Alfred! Your face! What happened?"

Alfred scratched the back of his neck and glanced down at his feet before he looked back up and cleared his throat. "It's nothing." He replied curtly, gracelessly wiping his nose with the back of his hand. "So, ah...you busy?"

"Oh no, no, no, da~ze!" Yong Soo quickly pulled him inside and closed the door behind them. He led Alfred into another room and forced him to sit on the couch with him. Grabbing onto Alfred's chin he moved his head this way and that, inspecting all the marks and bruises that marred his skin.

"It's nothing! Really!" Alfred repeated as he pushed the others hand away. "What kind of hero would I be if I couldn't take a few hits, right?"

Usually that would have elicited a chuckle from the Korean but he stayed silent, instead opting to look over him in worry.

"Who was at the do—" Yao paused as he entered the room and saw the blond. "Ah, you're Matthew's brother, aru."

Alfred paused, not used to being called 'Matthew's brother'. "Uh, yeah I'm—"

"Aniki! Al's hurt what do we do, da~ze!"

"I'm fine!"

Yao carefully looked over Alfred's wounds and blinked. "Did you get beat up, aru?"

"No!" Alfred proclaimed, quite exasperated. The various marks and bruises on his face were just that, marks and bruises. Some had started to swell, making them look worse than they were; though as far as 'battle scars' went, they were pretty minor. "I'm fine! It doesn't even hu—Ow!" Alfred couldn't help the wince of pain when Yong Soo suddenly jabbed a finger right in the middle of a blue mark.

"You're a liar!"

"Obviously it hurts if you stab my face!"

"My fingernails aren't that long, da~ze!"

"There like freakin' Wolverine!"

"But you're the only—hmm!" Another mouth meeting his own in a short kiss promptly cut him short.

Alfred leaned forward and pressed his forehead against the other's shoulder. "Thanks."

Yong Soo blinked several times. "Wha-What was that, da~ze?"

Alfred sighed, leaning more of his weight onto the smaller boy as he exhaled. "More thanks for worrying about me."

Yong Soo blinked stupidly, not sure what to make of that answer. He turned his head and noticed his two relatives staring back at him. Though the smile tried to hide it, the flush that coloured his cheeks clearly portrayed his embarrassment. Kiku excused himself and went away, muttering something about indecency under his breath, though Yao chose to stay behind and look at the two almost suspiciously. "Yong Soo...did something happen with Matthew?"

Yong Soo looked at him as if to say 'how the heck should I know?' but a melancholy sigh from Alfred kept him silent. "Hum, yeah. All this abilities shit is making hi—" Alfred suddenly jerked upright and turned his glare to Yao. "You!" He accused with unnecessary passion. Yao took a step back and half-heartily raised his arm as if expecting the teen to attack.

"Me?"

"Where do you get off telling my little brother there's a murderer after him?"

This seemed to be news to both listeners. "What? Aniki! How could you do something like that?"

"I didn't say there would be a murderer after him! That's just unnecessary!" Yao defended, though his stance relaxed and he sighed. "I shouldn't have told people before the meeting, aru. I won't make that mistake again."

Alfred stared at him for a beat before his shoulders sagged and he slumped onto Yong Soo again. "Sorry I snapped, can't say I had the best night in the land."

Yong Soo regarded the other with sympathy, stroking his hair in what he hoped to be a comforting way. "What happened?"

"I don't even know and I've been wondering about it all night." Alfred paused to run a hand down his face. "Matt just started flipping out. Saying that my dad has an ability and some...black thing or...something I don't know."

Yao and Yong Soo exchanged worried glances before Yao walked over and sat next to Alfred. "Black, aru?"

"Yeah he...never actually told me about it but he was muttering about 'seeing black' like some crazy person. I mean, Matt's not going crazy, right? It's a...it's got to be a colour thing, right?"

"Is this the first time he's said anything about seeing black?"

"I...yeah I guess. He seemed pretty freaked out."

"Wait, so he actually saw the black?" Yong Soo asked rather eagerly.

Alfred sat up and looked between the two suspiciously. He buried his face in his hands for a moment before he looked at his friend, frustrated. "Seriously, can someone please explain what is going on?"

"We need The Oracle, aru."

Alfred looked to Yao, confused. "The Oracle? Don't tell me Uncle Ox has something to do with this."

Yao shook his head. "Not a normal oracle. The Oracle."

"We don't need The Oracle." Yong Soo added with a small laugh. "Not for this, da~ze. Everything's fine."

"We need The Oracle." Yao repeated bluntly. "He saw black. We need him."

"Black is a normal colour, da~ze."

"You know what I mean."

"What the hell are you talking about?" Alfred cut in, extremely confused.

Yong Soo shook his head. "Nothing, da~ze. Don't worry about it. The Oracles just a stor—"

"Yong Soo, go help Kiku make lunch." Yao suddenly demanded.

"But he's already—"

Yao gave him a look that only Yong Soo seemed to understand. He slumped in defeat before he looked to Alfred and bowed. "I'm really, really sorry. I'll be back." He stayed for a few moments longer to touch Alfred's cheek and regard him with pity before he stood and left.

Not knowing how to react to his friend sudden somber behaviour he was almost grateful when Yao told him what to do next. "Call Matthew, aru." Yao ordered rather than invited. "Do you need a phone?"

"Nah I hav—" Alfred stilled when the pocket he reached into ended up empty. Ah shit, did he leave his phone back at the cafe? Fuck, just another stupid thing to add.

Noticing this, Yao reached over to the table beside him and picked a cordless phone out of its charger. He handed it to Alfred. "Do you remember his number?"

Alfred nodded and took the phone, easily dialling his twin's number. It rang.

"Do not answer."

Matthew glanced at Ivan before he looked back at his phone. He didn't recognize the number so he did what was told and turned off the device. Perhaps it as for the best, he should remain focused on his task rather than the unease that grew with each step.

"Sorry for my impatience but this is something both of us want done quickly, da?" Ivan placed a hand on Matthew's back and urged him towards the stairway faster. "It is not a difficult task. It is like the time you had to make Lovino calm when we failed to wake up Feliciano. Except this time you are to make her feel…scared, helpless, sorry."

The unease continued but Matthew tried his best to push it aside. This was...an important task, he was sure. His mind needed to be sharp. Maybe…Maybe even doing this would make some sense of yesterday's events. It was a long shot, but it was the most positive idea he could latch onto. They reached the stairs and started to descend. As they went a small pressure pushed on Matthew's head though he quickly dismissed it as nerves.

He looked down at the only furniture in the basement and saw Katyusha sitting innocently at the head of the table. Whatever unease had built inside him doubled at the sight of her. They reached the ground floor and immediately Ivan led him over to the table.

"Just do as I told and everything will be fine, da?"

Matthew looked up at him and slowly nodded, earning a small smile. The blond sat at the opposite end of Katyusha, fumbling with his shirt in guilt. He didn't know what to say. What could one say before intently making the other miserable?

He glanced upwards and their eyes met. Katyusha's shoulders lifted before she flashed him her usual slightly unsure smile. For some reason, this calmed Matthew and he couldn't help but send back a small nervous smile of his own. He felt a hand on his shoulder. "It is time."

Matthew nodded hesitantly and looked down at his lap, swallowing thickly. "I'll sorry." He apologized before he quickly looked at Katyusha's colours.

The state of her colours surprised Matthew enough that he lost sight of it nearly as soon as he found it. However, he only allowed himself a few seconds to recover before he looked into it once more. Her colours were completely erratic; rapidly morphing and shifting to a point where it was hard to tell where one started and another began. His eyes rapidly darted from colour to colour, just making out the meaning of one before it vanished before his eyes. His first thought was to break contact and turn to Ivan for help but something held him there, something that couldn't be explained. He tried grabbing at whatever he could reach but couldn't get a proper grip before it slipped away.

He cussed inwardly, a new found determination over coming any guilt he had previously accumulated. He forced his way through and forced a navy blue to expand. Immediately all the shifting and changing stopped; as if the other colours were shocked by the sudden intrusion. Seizing the opportunity he grabbed onto the stunned colours and forced them to grow and shrink as he pleased. The emotions soon turned to putty at his will and with them he did as Ivan had instructed. Pearls of blue, purple and green danced to his melody and soon that was all there was. Then, sooner than it had started, there was nothing.

Matthew sat there dumbfounded, as his senses grew used to the normal world of complex shapes and shades. He looked ahead of him. Katyusha was gone. Fast footsteps made him look towards the stairway where he was just able to catch a figure disappear onto the ground above.

"...She ran away." Ivan stated, looking at the stairway in worry. Matthew looked to him, blinking several times.

"I...did like you said...right?" Matthew asked unsure, the words feeling weird on his tongue. Ivan looked to him blankly before his gaze was back on the stairs. Matthew reached up to touch his forehead and was surprised to find that he was sweating. It was light and barely formed, but still there. Eventually Ivan looked to him again and smiled his usual smile.

"I cannot give you an 'A' but you did pass your challenge." He patted the boy on the head. "Good job, Matvey."

Matthew allowed himself a small smile at the praise though it immediately vanished when he recalled just what he had to do to earn it. He looked at the opposite end of the table before he looked back to Ivan. "K-Katyusha. Is she...?"

"She is fine, do not worry about her." He responded. There was a small pause before he added, "What you have done may have actually helped her."

"...Eh?"

Ivan pulled out his iPod to check the time. "Ah, I must be leaving now. Want to walk with me?"

Violet eyes lingered on the place his good friend was sitting just minutes ago. With a slow hesitant nod Matthew forced himself up and walked out of the warehouse with his teacher. As they went he remembered to turn his phone back on and was alarmed to find several missed calls and texts from people he didn't know. He read the latest message:

Mutherfucker has a blackberry! It's ur bro Alfred y u turn phone off? Get ur ass over to Kiku's house like now. Srly. Now.

Kiku's house, hm? Just why did Alfred want him to do that? After this he was planning on going back to Gilbert's house. Though thinking about it now, didn't Gilbert say he was going back to the hospital today? If he went to his house now it would probably be empty, or Gilbert's grandfather would be there. Oh that would be awkward.

"Thank you for coming today. Would you like to be driven elsewhere?" Ivan asked, bringing the teen from his thoughts.

"If it's not too much trouble..." Matthew replied timidly. Ivan simply shook his head in a negative and they walked down the small hill, where his car was awkwardly parked a few feet from the road. Matthew quickly scrolled through his other texts as they walked, hoping that his brother had enough sense to tell him the address of the place he was supposed to be.

They reached the vehicle and Ivan unlocked it. "Where am I taking you?"

Just before the larger man had finished his sentence Matthew found what he was looking for; causing a small sigh of relief. It was in the last text that Matthew had read, or rather the first text that Alfred had sent. Oh, for once Alfred appeared to be one step ahead of him.

Matthew passed on the information and they entered the car and drove off.

/ / / \ \ \

Upon his arrival at Kiku's house Matthew found Yao waiting for him on the front porch. "Hello Yao. What are you doing here?"

"Babysitting, aru. Kiku's parents are out." Yao answered honestly. His brow ceased and he tilted his head, staring at Matthew quite intently. Matthew, fazed by the sudden interest in his face, subconsciously leaned away from the other, which Yao responded by leaning a little closer. He glanced about as if to see if anyone else found this as strange as he did, but he and Yao were the only ones there.

"Um…" Came Matthew's strong start. "Is…Is there something on my face?"

"No." Yao didn't stop staring. "…How are you feeling?"

It was a simple question, but from the way he was staring Matthew could only guess at its deeper meaning. "Um…Okay, I guess…"

Yao continued to study him for several long moments, not noticing or not caring about Matthew's increasing discomfort. Eventually, his gaze softened and he straightened up with a faint hum. "Hm. The black hasn't seemed to affect your physical appearance yet."

Matthew froze.

"You know?" Matthew blunted out before his brain could even recover from the shock.

"Of course." Yao answered almost proudly. "We should go inside, aru. I'll explain there."

Mathew nodded numbly, following the man into the house. He was barely two steps inside before his vision went dark as someone clammed their hands over his glasses. "ARGH!"

"Guess who?"

"Gil!" Matthew removed the hands from his face and turned to face the albino. "What are you doing here? I thought you were visiting Ludwig."

"I was. Then Yao called and told me to come down. Something about moral support." He shrugged before he smirked. "I think the guy just wants to see how fast I'll respond like the good bitch I am."

"I resent that, aru."

Gilbert laughed and Yao continued on, leading them into the family room. Alfred was there, sitting on a couch and idly watching television with Kiku. He glanced up at the new arrivals. Matthew smiled timidly and raised his hand in greeting. Alfred regarded him for a moment before nodding his head in acknowledgment and looking away. Matthew physical deflated at the cold welcome. He could kind of understand why Alfred would be annoyed at him but it didn't make it sting any less. He felt Gilbert lay a comforting hand on his back and he appreciated the gesture.

"Okay." Yao picked up the remote besides Alfred and turned off the television. "Black. I don't know much about it so The Oracle is going to tell you himself, aru."

"Hold up. Are you talking about THE Oracle?" Gilbert inquired. Yao nodded but Gilbert didn't believe him. "Bullshit. Even I couldn't track down the guy. Not to mention the last anyone's heard from him he was in…Europe."

"The Oracle?" Matthew asked. "Who's that?"

"The Oracle is the guy who has the same ability as the first known person with abilities. There's never more than one person with that ability at a time." Gilbert answered. "That's what the rumours say anyway but you can't believe everything you see on the internet."

"He's probably one of the most important oracles we know so far, aru." Yao said passively, idly twirling his ponytail around his finger.

"Important?" Alfred repeated with a raised brow. "So he's super powerful or something?"

"In a sense." Yao replied curtly. "Not the destroy buildings with his mind though if that's what you mean. We're not mutants, aru."

Gilbert laughed. "Ha! If fucking only. I'd be more awesome than Wolverine."

Yao just shrugged, not looking very interested about anything.

"...Um, you aren't very excited about this..." Matthew added quietly. It was a little odd; Yao was usually excited when it came to abilities, especially rare or powerful abilities. He expected Yao to at least have a hint of a smile on his face or a sprinkle in his eye when he talked about the most powerful oracle that could ever live, but it just seemed like he wanted to get it over with as soon as possible.

Yao sighed but said nothing about it. Hearing faint footsteps he looked to the entrance of the room. "Everyone. This is The Oracle."

Everyone looked to the newcomer.

"You've got to be fucking me."

"I'm ready, da~ze!"

Mm, for some reason I just wasn't feeling this chapter. Dunno why.
...I-I mean. This story is amazing! Self-promotion to the MAX.

For some reason the line 'Did you know my parents had children after me?' makes me laugh every time and I dunno why. Oh Ivan, you're one of the funer characters to write.

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