Random Oneshots Pt. 2

Style x Fadel: {You?} [F]

Color Rush AU because I can never let this show go

POV: 3rd Person

  Fadel is often too busy to actually look for his probe. And while he was curious when he was younger, now, it's barely a thought within his head. Smaller than atoms in his mind and, actually, practically nonexistent.

  All the kids that had been raised by Lilly are monos. He doesn't question why, and he's not interested in knowing. While it seems like Bison had found his - which may be a sign of weakness, and raising Fadel's suspicions as there has been drugs for monos running around Bangkok - Fadel does not think his probe will show up.

  Which is why, it is most irritating, when he probe walks in, and knocks him out with a burst of colors that Fadel can't name.

  The hitman knows that other colors exist, but without knowing what they are, he does not try to reach out of his gray scale. Bison had tried multiple times, many things (and when Fadel finds out each time, he had not been merciful) to show himself the colors that people talk of just to fail. Each failure had brought him devastation.

  And it doesn't seem he'll let Kant go.

  Their love seems puppy-like, but he knows Kant would not make it out alive if, having broken the younger man's heart. So he's not too concerned about Bison's ability to handle it, but it is his business to figure out if Kant was truly a probe or if he was drugging his brother.

  He doesn't expect to get overstimulated by a burst of bright, blasting colors in his eyes. By a dirty, sweaty mechanic (who's.. albeit a little attractive) that waltzed into his restaurant for a burger and a cold soda. "What'd y-" His words cut short, interrupted by a dizziness.

  Immediately, Bison was by his side to ease his unconscious fall, staring up at this stranger who has been not-so-secretly sent to them. It was a plan to get Style to seduce Fadel, but Style being Fadel's probe was.. not part of it.

  "You - you're his-"

  Style can't help but feel a flustered, struck dumb. Of course, he knew the brothers were monos, but he didn't think he'd be a probe. What are the chances?

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  Even as Style knew he was walking trouble for the poor guy, he had to follow him. It's part of what he's paid for, and he needed that car. Fadel looks like he would kill him if he kept coming around, but unfortunately for him, the mechanic is a maniac when it came to it. He followed, he annoyed, and stayed stubborn.

  And actually, the guy found himself drawing closer to this adorable, grumpy chef. He probably holds secrets like being involved with mafias or whatever, but it only made him all the more interesting - scary as it sounds. 

  Fadel gets flustered easily, but the colors had jump-started the curiosity that was bugged him. He wanted to know the colors of the ketchup, the sauce that he's been putting onto his food. They did not look like what he'd imagined. Some things in their decor looked a little too bright, too dark. And he had bought new furniture to make it look more pleasant.

  He dragged Style everywhere with him in the guise of keeping watch on the troublesome man, but the mechanic would die if he actually commented on how Fadel actually just wanted to see colors. Sight-see for the first time in full.

  The way his warm, brown eyes burst into a million different shades and colors when he meets Style's own. The satisfying look on his face when he blinks and gets used to it over time. The color lasts longer, their connection is stronger. They grow within each other. A bond that.. manifests into more.