Variegated (boyxboy)

[4] Colors.

THANK YOU yaoilover665 for submitting names (I used Adam) as I kindly asked, UNLIKE MY OTHER FAAAANS! PromiseWolf as well, I considered using Spencer but Oliver just goes well with blonds... yaesss...

ENJOY HAVING THE CHAPTER DEDICATED TO YOU, YAOILOVER665 AND NOT MY OTHER FANS! 

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     The training had continued despite that accident, and it proved just effective throughout the two years that followed, Matthews currently at the age of 14 and his two friends attempting to catch up at 12.

     Matt was in a sitting room, the intersection of two of the dorms hallways. The place had a table, two armchairs, a small couch and a bookshelf. He sat at the table with some of his older friends, Oliver with the age of 18, Adam 21 and Elena 24.

     The orphanage kept people in until the age of 30 if considered required, making sure they absorbed all the education and knowledge necessary before releasing them to work on specific domains, their houses already assured by the government.

     Matthews found himself fond of wiser companion, admiring the game of their words, mimicking the formal posture of their matured bodies and sneaking sniffs of the smoke that left the slim cigarettes between their fingers. They were currently playing a card game called Macau, and Matthews was down to three cards.

     He placed a two of spades down, offering a cocky grin Elena's way, who now had to take two cards from the pack.

     "Why Matthews, you are rather offensive this hand." she noted with an arch of her back and a grin. The younger boy chuckled, brushing his bangs out of his eyes to read her intention.

     To his surprise, the girl didn't lean to take from the deck of cards but instead reached long, manicured fingers in hers, placing another two on top of his and turning her head towards Oliver, who was to her right.

     "Oliver beloved, 4 cards from the deck."

     The man's blue eyes widened, head lowering in defeat, his blond strands of hair leaking like silk with the motion, and he took a drag from his cigarette, looking at Matthews with a handsome, revengeful glare. He let the smoke out as if to stretch his defeat on, facing Matt's smirk with a contemplating frown.

     Faster than the youngest managed to process, the blond slammed a card down and Adam followed a second later, which made it Matt's turn. He looked at the cards dumbfounded, seeing four two's grinning back at him.

     "Matthews mate." Oliver teased with a toothy grin, his dimples sharp and dark. "Can your arms sustain all eight cards to follow?"

     Matt's shoulders slumped down as he eyed the deck grimly. "This had been plotted! You conspired against me!" he accused, Oliver having obviously known of Adam's cards.

     The blond mocked a deeply offended expression, strong jaw opening as he ran a hand through his strands, their length reaching his ribs. Before he got to tease him some more, heavy steps could be heard from down the hallway, and all four heads turned towards the archway curiously.

     Matthews grinned widely upon seeing Veronique run like his life depended on it, which it probably did, and as soon as he escaped the hallway and reached the sitting room, he stopped abruptly, sliding with the carpet underneath his feet, and then he ran in place until the carpet flew from beneath him, point at which his feet slapped the parquet and managed to get him towards the big bookshelf next to the table.

     He grasped at the shelves and dropped his umbrella, climbing the bookshelf all the way to its large top and curling there.

     Matthews looked back towards the hallway and saw Dimitri limping his way there with a glare and gritted teeth, two companions on his way- one of them too chubby to run faster and the other helping Dimitri.