Learning To Love

Colours

Maybe it wasn't as black and white as he thought.

Mark bit the inside of his bottom lip, pouring water into the cat bowl. He was always known to be the uninterested type, so that may have been part of it. He placed the bowl back on the ground and continued packing his school lunch. He was thinking too much into this.

The stone-grey of his bag made the dull books far more colourful than he would have hoped, too bright, he'd often think to himself. He placed the closed bag on his back and carefully placed the eyepatch on his right eye. His long dark hair already tied in a low ponytail, was it a cheap imitation of his mother? Maybe . He turned towards the staircase and yelled , "I'm off!!" before walking out of the amber door.

He walked quietly across the grey pavement with his own light grey headphones in place, what song was playing now? He wasn't sure. Passing by the warm coloured flower shop, he briefly thought about what flowers he could get later before crossing the charcoaled coloured street and turning a few blocks to the gates of the school. he stood for a moment, holding back a grimace at the way the mustards and neon greens mixed, he never really liked them.

With a sigh the dark skinned boy walked through the gates and into the peach coloured school. immediately his eye was numbered with colours mixing and blending like mashed potatoes and peas, very unpleasant . He continued walking to his own old blue locker, placing a few unnecessary books into the dull space.

"Heyo!" a light voice made its way past his headphones, he smiled and faced the blonde. "Hi." he replied. The violet-eyed boy smiled widely before punching his brown haired cousin's arm "What's up with you? You've been acting weird all week!" He said, watching the Asian male close his locker. Mark shook his head, "Nothing important." Luka narrowed his eyes "Teeeeell meeee." he poked Mark's side repeatedly and Mark gave in, the pain in his side too much to bear. "Jeez fine! Miss Val asked me to meet her in her office before register!" Luka stopped his viscous poking and he watched his Russian companion nod a bit before asking with wide eyes and a grin, "Whose Miss Val?"

Mark shook his head while rubbing his side before walking toward his home class, the violet eyed male following close after. "Are you serious?" Mark asked Luka, a scandalous look across his freckled face, Luka pinched his cheek "You do know that I couldn't care less about teachers that don't teach me, right?". Mark smiled while rubbing his cheek, he knew that well enough. "MY English teacher, dumbass." he insulted "OKay, stupid ." the blonde shot back.

The two boys walked to Luka's locker while continuously throwing insults and Luka occasionally hitting him. Once they arrived to the blondes locker they stopped momentarily so that the Russian could place books from his bag into the metal case. With the moments of silence granted, Mark took notice to the light blue streak in the blonde's hair and the dark clothes the other was wearing ; thigh high stockings under a long black skirt, a dark red button up shirt tucked into the skirt with black pumps. Strange, Luka was the type to wear more pastel colours.

"Hey," he began "what's with the new colour scheme? you usually stick to pastel ones." Lukas eyes widened before a grin was placed over his lips "I just thought to try out something different, anything wrong with that?" he asked, poking him in is side. Mark didn't believe him for a second but decided not to pry, he didn't want to overstep his boundaries (Or be poked again).

He shrugged, "Nope, just wondering." He tightened the grip on the strap of his bag. Luka gave a sighed "Kaa-san said that I should try to match with you, said it be cute. " he said and Mark shook his head with a smile, his aunt had always tried to make them match. "Well id like to say, that blue dye does not work with that fit and she probably forgot I stick to my own colour scheme." Luka laughed loudly at his statement "Ha! Tell me then, What's the colour your wardrobe is filled mostly with. Pink? sapphire? Turquoise mixed with sea blue?."

Mark made a face at the last suggestion "Aren't those the same?" Luka also made a face, "Of course not! Turquoise is like this," he pointed to the earing on his left ear, a fake gem of sorts " Sea blue is like....." Luka made hand motions to their side.

Mark looked to their side and locked eyes with two pairs of deep blue eyes, he held his breath, hoping to calm the fast paced beating of his heart. The white haired male smiled at him with red stained cheeks, Mark was grateful for his dark skin, it was harder to see if he was blushing. Mark gave a small wave and Kuro waved back, cheeks brighter, smile wider and suddenly Mark couldn't handle it. He turned towards his cousin instead.

Luka held a blank expression before walking towards his own class, Mark quickly followed behind, "I still don't get it." he said . Luka groaned before loudly stating "I've literally heard almost everyone in this school say that the Masutas' eyes are as deep as the ocean itself," the taller boy than stopped and turned towards the shorter, and with a slight blush stated "even i think so. Well, at least thought so.". Mark frowned at the remark. How long at it been since the incident?

"Swear to god, you're like an irl boad rock- fuck- I mean road block! Where was I even going with that?" Luka exclaimed before turning the corner to his own class, the Russian turned towards his cousin "Ill see, you at lunch, 'k?" Mark smiled at that and nodded before walking towards his class.

The colours began mushing strangely around him, he lowered his head to the floor, the checkered floor calming the fuzz of colours. It was strange, really.

Mark walked with his head down, his eye focusing solely on his own shoes. He didn't need any more of the fuzz to blind him. He never had this problem as a child, Mariko usually holding on to his hand and guiding him; Mark smiled sadly at the memory, maybe-

His breath hitched as his shoulder collided with someone else's, he moved to apologize but bit his tongue at the girl he bumped into. The two stared at each other, the colours around them dulling and slowing in movement. Than it all shined like the sun in the afternoon, Mark tried to rush past the girl but was stopped by the hand gripping his forearm "WAIT!" Mariko yelled despite gripping his forearm like her life depended on it. Mark pulled his arm from her and almost ran to his class, the left side of his abdomen fizzing like static and prickling into him like needles.

The dark skinned boy rushed into his home class and sat heavily on his seat, a sigh flying out of his mouth and the pain on his side decreasing.

He rubbed his forearm frantically to try and soothe the bruising. It's ok, it's fine, he's ok, she's ok, everything is ok.

They didn't need to see each other again. they both moved on with their lives. They both had new families and didn't need to interact.

Mark turned to his left and met a pair of matching deep blue eyes. Kuro smiled at him with red tinted cheeks and Mark smiled back.

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Btw this book was rewritten a bunch of times. I also changed a few things as i didnt want this to have too much of the over used tropes like in most romance novels, those super long stares kill me to no end.

ill still be editing this every now and then but i wont change too much
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