Color Blind

Dark Pastels

The moment She woke up She felt sick to her stomach. She was laying in silk, looking up at a beautiful antic bed frame. She was slowly convincing herself that it was all a dream. She managed to sit up, thou it took everything She had. Her muscles ached and her stomach growled in pain. She look around and her heart stopped when She saw the chains draping the walls, and what looked like blood stains on the carpet. The door nob turned, and she didn't dare to move. A voice glided into the room as if it was rehearsed.

"Ah you're awake my little Pigment," a man smiled. She slowly turned to face him. He stood there in a tailored white, and rose gold suit. "My name is Master Blender. As of today your name is Bleach. You belong to me now. Let us begin." He said kindly as he locked the door behind him.

(Meanwhile)

Arcoiries ran to find one of the Primaries. He needed to find Kuroh, and only one person would know where to find her. Primary Azul. He was a very serious man. He ran the prison systems of the Pallet kingdom. His buzzed blue hair was only matched by his sharp blue eyes. He was never seen out of uniform. Some say if he ever smiled, the world would crack in two. Arcoiries walked to his tent. "Primary Azul Sir," he said with all the respect he could muster. "Come in," he replied; his voice was as sharp as a whip crack. He didn't look up from his type writer as Arcoiries stepped in. The large tent had only the essentials including a desk. Seemed he was as organized as he was neurotic. "State your buissness," he said typing away. "I need to find a perisoner," Arcoiries said and Primary Azul stopped typing. He glared at the paper. "She's been mistaked for a Noir please Si-," he was interrupted by the sound of a fist hitting the desk. "Young man, are you insinuating that I made a mistake in my prison system," he glared at Arcoiries yet he didn't raise his voice. That made him some how more terrifying. "I'm not say that sir I just-" he was interrupted again. Primary Azul spoke impacting each word, "I never make a mistake. This is a war. Get out." Arcoiries bowed and quickly left the tent when he was stopped by Blanc. "Arcoiries are you insane! Primary Azul is the last you want to tell about your problem," he scolded. Arcoiries couldn't take it anymore. The guilt was tightening the knots he felt in his stomach. The wind seemed to halt as Blanc hugged the boy. Arcoiries just burst into tears. Tears he hadn't cried since his sister's death. Tears that felt warm to the touch. "I can help, but fist answer me this honestly....is that girl a Noir," said Blanc as quiet and gently as his could in Arcoiries ear. He didn't even have to say a word, he knew by the way Arcoiries's body tensed up. "You love her don't you," he whispered. "Yes," Arcoiries said into his shoulder, before pulling away and wiping his tear before people could see. "You remind me so much of your father. Come with me," he smiled as he lead Arcoiries to Primary Amarillo's tent.

They got a the tent and Blanc called out, "Ms. Primary Amarillo Ma'am, may we come in." "Yes," she replied. We walked in to see her putting a book away. She was a short woman, about 5'4. She had long golden hair braided behind her in a fish tail. Her bright round sun colored eyes were only matched by her bright personality. She looked as if she could be someone's mother. The kind that cares about your day, and would make cookies when you were sad. Her tent on the other hand was cluttered. Looks like she's not the cleaning type.

"How can I help you," she asked. "Yes Ms. Primary Amarillo. We came for the assistants of your second in command. Sir. Tangerine," Blanc smiled. "Hm? Why is that," she asked bewildered. "I need some held with calculations for Primary Azul," he smiled. "Oh yes of course. Lt. Tangerine," she called and a man with spikey dull orange hair and bright orange eyes ran in. "Yes Ms. Primary!?!?" He yelled rushing in. "Please help these men with their calculations," she smiled. "Yes ma'am," he replied saluting before following us out. He looked quite frazzled for someone in his position. Then the realization hit that most of these people were never about war. They were a people that valued peace.