Hey guys! Kitty29 here with the new chapter of Colours, updated later than I wanted it to! WOOHOO.

First of all welcome al new comers! I seem to have had a random surge of new readers last chapter and so I welcome you all and thank you for continuing to read my story! (As well as the headings of them ohohoh.)

I'm surprised at the confusion of who the Oracle was in the past chapter, as I was seriously considering whether or not to put that last line in there but in the end I gotboth reactions I was going for so OHOHO
Sorry if that makes no sense I'm at a friends house right now and should be focusing on her and not this OKAY LETS GO.

Thank you MaryMew for the awesome beta as usual, hope to use your amazing services in the future!
ONWARD!

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Gilbert turned to Yao, his expression serious. "Really? This guy?"

Yao opened his mouth as if to speak but decided against it. Instead he nodded with a sigh, his shoulders sagging as he exhaled deeply.

Gilbert groaned melodramatically and ran a hand down his face. He muttered something to himself before he began gesturing towards Yong Soo frantically. "Really? The Oracle has been in front of my face for two fucking months and no one mentioned it? I've been trying to contact this guy for years!"

Yong Soo looked at the other with guilt. "I'm sorry, da~ze! I've been busy!"

Gilbert scowled before he turned his anger to Alfred. "And you! You've been fucking the most powerful oracle in the world!"

"How was I supposed to know?" Alfred retorted before he rounded on his boyfriend. "Why didn't you tell me?"

Yong Soo shrugged, honestly not seeing just why everyone was so upset. "You never asked."

"Who the hell would ask something like that?"

"A lot of people, da~ze."

Alfred grew even angrier and he quickly pushed aside an emotion he refused to believe was betrayal. He made to speak but someone beat him to it.

"Yao said you could tell us about the black." Matthew stepped forward. Though his hands were wringing the bottom of his shirt nervously, his stare was determined. "Please. Tell us what you know."

The room was silent for a beat, just enough time for Alfred to compose his thoughts and retort; "Seriously? The guys deceived us since we first met him!"

"W-wha—I didn't deceive you, da~ze!" Yong Soo added, horrified. His cry went unheard.

"I made a connection with Arthur, Alfred." Matthew stated, not taking his eye off The Oracle. Yong Soo paused and titled his head at the blond.

Alfred let out a frustrated growl. "Dad doesn't have an ability!"

Yong Soo's brow ceased in thought as he looked at Matthew curiously.

"If he had one I think I would know!"

Yong Soo began to walk towards Matthew, still regarding him curiously.

"I've been around much longer than y—"

"Shush!" Yao suddenly demanded, now staring at Matthew intently.

The Korean didn't stop advancing until he was uncomfortably close. "This is weird."

Though Matthew felt the strong need to put some distance between them, he ignored it as best he could. "W-What's weird?"

"You have more black in you than I thought." Though his words made it sound curious, he seemed more bemused. "How did you hide from me?"

Hiding? "But I-I'm not hiding."

"Not intentionally." He moved closer still until their noses were nearly touching. "Do you want to get away now?"

"I-I..." Yong Soo lightly touched Matthews face with the back of his hand, making him physically flinch. He really did want to get away. Badly. "...no."

"Good. Cause this is gonna be really weird, da~ze." Not even allowing Matthew to form a coherent thought after his words, he shoved his palm into his stomach. Matthew, wind suddenly knocked out of him, nearly stumbled backwards but Yong Soo grabbed his arm and pulled him forward, smashing their lips together. Matthew let out a small squeak of surprise, giving Yong Soo all the opportunity to slip his tongue inside his mouth.

His immediate thought was to push The Oracle away but before his body was over the shock something happened. Everything...lessened. His need to get away, his surprise, his...ability to think straight. Heaviness suddenly washing over him his body physically slumped; though at the same time he felt as if he was floating. The palm on his stomach was ever present, a warm sensation creeping into his skin from where it touched. What was this...what was it...taking...

"Mattie!"

"What the hell?"

Matthew and Yong Soo stumbled away from each other as if an invisible force had pushed them apart. Thankfully, there were people behind each to catch them before could trip over furniture.

"Mattie?" Alfred and Gilbert helped study the dazed teen on his feet, both clearly concerned. "Matt!"

Matthew leaned against the two, taking a moment to become accustomed to the world of complex shapes and shades for the second time that day. He managed to stand on his own but his legs were weak. He felt different. He felt...off. "Wha-What happened?

At that, Alfred turned his now angry gaze to Yong Soo. "I haven't a damned clue."

Both Yao and Kiku were trying to get Yong Soo over to the couch but he insisted on sitting on the floor. They reluctantly set him down and immediately after Kiku left without a word. Yong Soo leaned against the couch with a small sigh of relief. He smiled at Alfred, but it was forced; a very foreign look for the young Korean to take. "I'll make this quick. Every time two people with abilities touch each other for the first time they exchange some of their energy and, well, the energy isn't always good, da~ze." He paused to shallow back something. "Usually that's okay, everyone has a little bit of dark in them. It's what makes the good energy good, but sometimes it becomes black.

"Black can be made by anyone, whether they have abilities or not, da~ze but it's easier for people with abilities to transfer or receive it but other people can…There are several different types of black but we're not sure how they...They're all different but yours was…was sticky…yours was…was..."

Yong Soo paused and shook his head, his focus now gone. Alfred's gaze softened. "Yong Soo? What's wrong?"

For some reason Yong Soo suddenly looked sick. His skin was much paler than it was just minutes ago, he seemed disorientated and a light sweat had begun to form on his brow. Yong Soo looked horrified at the question and he quickly brought his knees to his chest to bury his face in them. "Nooo! Don't look at me, da~ze!"

Alfred glanced towards his brother before his concern shifted to his friend. "What?"

"Matt you feel alright?" Though Matthew showed no signs of weakness Gilbert positioned himself as if expecting the other to fall.

Matthew nodded, his gaze flickering over Yong Soo before he looked to Yao. "I-is this okay? Does…does it have something to do with me?"

Crouching down so he was on the same level as the Korean, Yao tapped on the top of Yong Soo's head to get his attention. He didn't speak until the boy had looked up at him. "Is it him?"

Yong Soo quickly shook his head before he buried his face in his knees again. Yao stood and sighed, though this was one of relief. "Yes and no. Yong Soo's fine he's just…doing something I didn't think he would, aru."

"Well that explains everything." Gilbert remarked sarcastically. "What he did to Matt, was that what I think it was?"

"No Yong Soo didn't steal Matthew's powers or take some of his life span or whatever stupid rumours they have online these days, aru."

"Took my wha…? Wait…" Matthew stopped to organize his thoughts. He was well over his shock but that feeling something was off was still there. Yong Soo he…kissed him and something happened. He felt it. Something…magical. "Did he take something? P-please tell me."

Yao said nothing.

"Just tell them, da~ze!" Yong Soo cried weakly. Yao glanced at him before he nodded.

"Yong Soo took your black, aru. Someone without an ability can still transfer their black to another and we had to make sur—don't." He interrupted himself to hold up a hand and stop Alfred from advancing towards the Korean any further. "Leave him, aru."

"Leave him? Look at him!" Alfred snapped, gesturing to the Korean. "That's not normal!"

Everyone turned their attention to Yong Soo once more. Again, though such a short amount of time had passed he looked much worse. He was shivering intesely, his body randomly twitching and jerking as he moaned into his knees. Kiku, whom none of them had noticed returned, kneeled beside him, lightly dabbing his forehead with a moist cloth. Yao regarded the boy for a moment before he turned back to Alfred like nothing was wrong. "He's fine."

"No he's not!" Alfred attempted to push past Yao but he only managed one step before he found the side of his face pressed against the ground and both hands forced behind his back.

"Leave him, aru."

"Alfred!"

"Yao! What the fuck?" Gilbert hurried over and pulled Yao off the boy and forced him down on the couch. Though Yao showed no signs of resistance Gilbert still hold him down by his shoulders. "You're seriously making me the calm one here?"

Yong Soo lifted his head just enough to slap a hand over his mouth, his body suddenly launching forwarded as he coughed. He wiped at his face with the back of his free hand when his fit was over. "Finally, da~ze!"

Everyone's attention turned to Yong Soo as he stood, the colour suddenly returned to his face. Kiku helped him to his feet, being the only one in the room to continue to worry about Yong Soo. Everyone else was very distanced by the object the Korean had coughed into his hand.

"Holy fuck!"

"W-what the—?"

"Yong Soo, are you alright?"

Yong Soo looked to Kiku and nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine, da~ze, I just..." He covered his mouth with the back of his hand and gagged. "I-I'll be back!" He forced the object into Kiku's hands before he rushed out the room. Kiku looked over to where Yong Soo had run off before he looked down at his clasped hands warily. Gingerly, he opened his hands and allowed the white penny sized ball to idly float an inch above his palms. He was instantly crowded.

"Holy fucking shit what is that?" Gilbert asked calmly and collectedly.

"That came out of Yong Soo?" Alfred commented. "That is weird on so many levels."

Gilbert glanced at him before he shook his head. "No, way too easy."

Alfred glared at him. "Seriously, why are you even here?"

"I could ask you the same question Mr. Antihero."

Gilbert grinned his shit eating grin, making Alfred narrow his eyes. Matthew couldn't take his eyes off the floating white ball.

"I…do not feel I should hold this as I don't have an ability." Kiku handed the ball off to Yao before he carefully drew him hands into his chest and stepped back, as if the ball would suddenly attack him. Yao looked down at it before he moved it closer to Matthew. "This is your black, aru."

That seemed to grab back Alfred and Gilbert as well. Matthew blinked stupidly. "What? B-but this is white and…visible." He paused before he turned to his twin. "Al, you can see this right?"

"Uh, yeah I can see it. Why?"

Matthew looked back at Yao, confused. "Alfred couldn't see the black before why can he see it now?"

"I'm surprised you could see the black in the first place." Yao observed. "Usually only Yong Soo or someone with a strong sixth sense can see it but that's not important right now, aru. This used to be your black but Yong Soo took it out of your body and purified it, aru. This much probably wouldn't have done anything for at least six months but Yong Soo took it out anyway." He paused to ponder but didn't waste more than a few seconds. "Black is inside everybody, aru, there are several different types. Most of them are harmless but some of them can influence people's thoughts and cause people to do things they normally wouldn't." He paused again to take a hard look at the white ball in his hand. He closed his eyes and drew in a deep breath. "Even with this in my hand it's hard to believe it's real, aru."

Gilbert was baffled. "Really? You met a guy who could blow off his fingers and regrow them like some kind of weird alien lizard!"

He opened his eyes and glared at Gilbert "That was different! I could see that, aru! This—!" He drew in a breath to calm himself. "Some types of black can influence peoples thoughts, make them do things they normally wouldn't. Some work instantly while others could take years. It just sounds like an excuse, aru! I can't see the black and this ball could be anything, how do I know it really exists?"

"It does exist." Matthew reassured. "I…I saw it and I-I felt it. It was inside me it was right—" Though Yao had already told him that Yong Soo had taken his black it was now that he truly realized it was gone. He couldn't feel it any more. It should have been a happy realization but without it there he felt strangely…empty.

"That's my point. I have to rely on what everyone else sees, aru. It's impossible to observe it myself. The only clue I have is a darkening around the eyes." Yao sighed. "Do you want this back?"

Matthew looked back at the white ball. "W-What? Back? But…"

"It's safe. It may have been tinted but it's still a part of you, aru."

Staring at the floating ball Matthew considered his opinions. A large part of him wanted whatever he was missing back but well...it that a floating ball that was sucked out of him and coughed up by his twins boyfriend who turned out to be one of the most powerful known oracles in the world. He was accepting of a lot of things but this was just fucked up.

"What should I d—" He paused to glance around the room before his gaze rested on Gilbert. "Where's Alfred?"

"He's right—" Gilbert looked to the side to find no one there. "…Huh. Thought I'd hear him tripping over everything on the way out."

Matthew blinked before he looked around again. Where did he go…?

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It wasn't hard to find where the Korean had run off to. All he had to do was follow the lovely sound of retching. Alfred knocked on the bathroom door.

"Ohh not now Aniki! Mattie had the worst kind of black! The stupid sticky kind!"

Alfred quirked an eyebrow. "What kind?"

There was a pause. "Alfred?"

"Yeah, are you okay?"

Silence followed his question, only broken by the sound of more vomiting.

"Agghhhh. I feel like I'm dying~."

Alfred put a hand on the door knob but paused. "You want me to come in the—"

"NO!"

He immediately retracted his hand.

"It sucks but it's n-normal, da~ze. I took Mattie's black so now I have to get it out of me."

Alfred nodded, though he knew the other couldn't see it. Silence engulfed the two again, each not sure what to say. Alfred turned around and sat, pushing his back against the door. After a few more moments of silence he asked, "Why did you do it?"

"…Do what?"

"Do that whole weird." He tried to find the right words. "Kissing, sucking out black thing. Yao said you didn't have to do it but you did it anyway. So why did you do it?"

"I...um…it's kind of hard to explain da~ze but…" He stopped himself to churn up his stomach again. "Argh, geseki… Mattie's black was sticky, if I didn't take it, it would have stayed there. Well, almost all the blacks will stay in you but this one will…it, um." Deep breath. "Mattie can make connections. Whoever he got the black from accidentally put some of their sixth sense into it. When Mattie got the black, he also got the ability. If I didn't take it out he would have had that ability for a really long time, da~ze."

Sixth sense? The whole common seeing creatures thing? Meaning that when Matthew said he was seeing things he was actually seeing things? A light sigh of relief passed his lips. Well, at least he could cross Matthew being potentially crazy off his worry list.

"But more importantly, I did it for you."

Alfred perked up. "Huh?"

"I don't like seeing you sad, da~ze! And you love Mattie so much! So I thought if I made him better you would be better! Did…did it work?"

Alfred's eyes widened and he was almost glad when Yong Soo had to blow his load again. So he decided to go through that whole suck out then pretty much die on the toilet thing so to cheer him up? Did he think he was mad at him or something? He may not have told him he was The Oracle but thinking about it now, he didn't really have any need to know. They may have been together but it wasn't anything serious, right? Plus, he helped Matthew. That had to mean something, right?

Alfred scratched the back of his neck, his cheeks a light pink that, even though the other couldn't see it, he wished wasn't there. "…Thanks, Yong Soo."

Though the young Korean said nothing to acknowledge his thanks Alfred could clearly imagine his pleased grin.

"I'm sure Mattie has questions but I can't move, da~ze. You should bring him here."

"I can't do that."

"But I can't mmoovveeeee~"

"It's not that." Alfred bite the inside of his cheek, not sure how to phase his next words. "If Mattie sees, or hears you like that, even though you chose to do this, Mattie will still think it's his fault."

"…Oh."

A silence settled between them and Alfred glanced back at the door warily. Silence was not something he was used to when around Yong Soo.

Eventually, after another bout of being sick, Yong Soo spoke. "You really are a good brother. Does that…does that make me a bad brother?"

Alfred stared hard at the door that separated them. "What?"

"I…I didn't even think of that, da~ze. I guess it's a good thing being The Oracle makes me travel everywhere. My sister… she's better off." There was a heavy pause before Yong Soo continued, his words shaky. "I-I'm sorry, da~ze. It's the black so-sometimes it just, um…y-you should go, I'll be there soon."

Okay, this was just getting ridiculous. Alfred stood and opened the bathroom door, much to the horror of the Korean hunched over the toilet inside. The first thing he did was cover his eyes and press his forehead against the toilet seat. "Nooo, da~ze! Go away! Don't look at me!"

Alfred kneeled beside Yong Soo and held onto his shoulder. "Yong Soo look, you're not a bad guy you're just really weird but I guess you're super powerful or something so it's justified." He thought that would earn him a laugh but Yong Soo didn't even look at him. Alfred made a face. "I'm trying to be nice here can you at least look at me?"

To that Yong Soo violently shook his head. "No! If you see me you'll freak out and leave! D-Don't look in the toilet either!"

Alfred looked into the toilet bowl and flinched. There weren't any gross half-digested food chunks he had expected to see, instead the water in the bowl was black. When Yong Soo said he had to get it of his system he wasn't lying; he was literally vomiting up darkness.

"Yong Soo, look at me. I won't freak out I swear."

"…Promise?"

Alfred nodded his head, though he realized the other couldn't see it. "I promise."

Hesitantly, very hesitantly, Yong Soo lifted his head from his hands and looked to his boyfriend. Alfred would be lying if he said he didn't recoil.

The whites in his eyes had turned dark gray, seeming to consume his irises. Not the mention his pupils were so constricted they looked like a tiny spots against his brown eyes. Thought the freakiest part were the tears running down his face. They weren't the usual transparency that one would expect, they were black. It was like it was coming out of every orifice.

"I'm sorry, da~ze! I was born to get the black out of me if it gets really bad it will even come out of my ears but, um it only lasts a few hours and then it goes away and, and—!"

"Yong Soo! It's okay." Alfred soothed. He paused before he reached up and wiped the tears from his face. It really was freaky, like something out of Kiku's strange horror movies. "I mean, it goes away eventually, right?"

Yong Soo avoided Alfred's gaze. "Um…yeah." He abruptly turned towards the toilet and heaved up some more black. Alfred rubbed his back as he coughed miserably into the bowl. "M-Mattie 's probably wondering where you are, da~ze. You should go back."

"But what abou—"

"Just…" Yong Soo rubbed his face and groaned, leaning heavily against the seat. "Go. Please."

Alfred tried to look at him but Yong Soo pointingly avoided his gaze. Another forth painful silence went by before Alfred decided to stand. "…I'll be right outside."

Yong Soo said nothing as Alfred stood and left, gently closing the door behind him. Alfred stayed out there for only a couple of moments, until he heard the soft click of the lock behind him. He only spared the door a quick glance before he went back to his brother.

Translations: Geseki Korean for Son of a bitch (I not use if I used that right, I think I used the one that is more towards someone then just a passing swear but I dunno, I dunno Korean and how it works. s there another way to say it DEAR GOD!)

I wanted to answer more questions about the black in this chapter but I'm trying to aim my chapters between 7-8 pages now so I'll spilt this one in two. It's a good thing I'm introducing something important to the plot so late! -ding!-

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