FADE TO COLOR

Chapter 6~ Brothers

((Felix's P.O.V))

I groaned softly and stretched my stiff muscles, yawning and opening my eyes.

The soft, warm sunlight filled the room and as I sat up, the blanket fell away from my chest, revealing a wrinkled, dark flannel...

Wait... I wasn't wearing this yesterday...

My eyebrows knit together and I rubbed the sleep from my eyes, groaning again as I slowly woke up.

Then memories slowly slid back into my head.

After... that kiss last night... We had just stayed there for a while, cuddled up together and talking... I had got cold at one point and he game me his flannel to wear...

Huh, it still smells like him... I smiled and noticed how large it was on me, baggy and warm...

Oh shit he gave me a fucking hickey.

I shot out of the bed and ran over to the nearest mirror, pulling the fabric away from my neck and finding the dark bruise-like mark on my neck.

I sighed and ran a hand through my hair, "shit..."

It wasn't sexual... he just decided to be an ass and suck on my neck as hard as he could...

Fuck what am I gonna say if someone asks about it...? Maybe it's not too noticeable...

I fixed my clothes and looked at my reflection, groaning again.

Yeah it's very noticeable.

"Damn it Ryan I'm gonna fucking kick your ass..."

I bit my lip and closed my eyes for a second, then glanced at my closet, hoping I had something to cover my neck...

Then I remembered that I quite literally got rid of all of my scarves because they weren't in 'season.'

"Javla helvete!!"

I sighed, I'll just say it's a bruise...

I stretched again and fell back into my bed, closing my eyes and cuddling into the flannel that smelled of Ryan's cologne.

And I smiled, relaxing and exhaling in content...

I wanna see him again... soon. Maybe I could text him...

Just as I reached to the nightstand there was a knock on the door.

"Go away it's too early!!" I shouted, glaring at nothing.

But the knock persisted; grumbling, I walked out into the living room, unlocking the door and swinging it open, "whaddya want can't you see I'm sleeping here?"

"Well that's not a nice way to greet me, asshat." A familiar voice teased.

I looked up and my eyes widened, "Bengt??"

"Well who else would be brave enough to wake you up at twelve?"

There stood my brother, Bengt. Well half-brother. He was born before my parents got together...

I smiled widely, he was a few years older than me, but I swear to god he's like a fifteen year old when it comes down to it.

Then again I am too. If not worse.

Bengt smirked, walking into the living room and plopping himself down on the couch, leaning back and relaxing.

"So how's my baby brother doing?"

I huffed and rolled my eyes, closing the door and joining him on the couch. "First off shut the fuck up I'm twenty five; and I guess you could say pretty great."

Bengt nodded, then his eyes fell to my neck, "what's that? Wait... is that a hickey? Oh my god that's a hickey!"

"N-no it's just a bruise!!"

He rolled his eyes, "bruise my ass, that is certainly a hickey... so tell me, who's the lucky gal?"

My eyes widened and a lump formed in my throat, "uh...."

Do I... tell him about Ryan...? I mean... he is my brother. But... God I don't want shit getting out, the... community is actually very, very touchy about the soul mate principle... it's like a taboo urban legend to everyone. It's hush hush, not to be discussed.

Bengt looked at me, then raised an eyebrow, "c'mon spit it out, Fe."

I paused again, then sighed. "Bengt... it isn't a girl," I looked at him, biting my lip and realizing that... things about him were fading into color as well... like his skin... it was tanned and warm. Then I glanced down at my hands, seeing the same color, only a bit more pale.

"I've found my soul mate, Bengt! He's a guy, and his name is Ryan!" I burst out, my hands grabbing the flannel.

There was silence... and dread filled my chest.

Then Bengt chuckled softly, "so... you're pulling my leg, right?"

I shook my head. "I'm seeing color," I paused and glanced around the room, then looked at Bengt again... "your hair... is a light chestnut color... The leaves outside are red and orange right now, they change with the seasons, like the books said... but they're not gray anymore!! Everything's... slowly changing..."

Bengt blinked, then his smirk dropped, "so you're... telling me that that stupid legend is true?"

I nodded.

"... tell me more about this... Ryan."

I bit my lip, "Ryan Terry... he's tall, much taller than me, I only come to about his shoulders... He's funny... sweet... gentle and handsome... his hair is slightly wavy and dark, and his eyes... God you have no idea... the brightest, clearest cerulean... this is actually... his flannel."

I finished, closing my eyes and smiling softly.

Then Bengt smiled softly, "alright kiddo, I'm about to teach you some things... First off, I want you to be careful, no not speak about seeing color, it will end very, very badly... for everyone. Almost no one has been documented with the ability to find their soul mate, or to see color. Second off, even if he is your 'soul mate's there are going to be issues... there are going to be problems... you you need to be careful, baby brother... don't do anything stupid, okay...?"

I looked at him and nodded, "I won't, Bengt..."

He smiled and patted my shoulder, then stood, chuckling. "By the way, you should cover that hickey up, concealer works or even a bandage. See ya  later, kiddo. Be careful, and remember... this needs to stay hushed, alright?"

I nodded again, "I know, Jesus do you ever stop ranting?"

"No."

The door closed behind him and I sighed, curling up on the couch and closing my eyes.

Why does it have to be a secret...?