Ever since that one day, I had never seen colour.
How I wished to see the world how everyone else did again.
Black. White. Gray.
Everything was devoid of colour.
After a few months, this mind that constrained my sight, now blocked my ears from hearing any music.
I walk home from school, and I feel the wind blow against my skin. Cold. I readjust my jacket to cover my exposed neck. Still cold.
At the roads, the vehicles flash past. I stand in the eternal coldness, in silence.
Everyone around me begins to move, and I follow. Moving with the crowd.
The elevator trip up the apartment is peaceful and lonely.
Stepping into the apartment, I take in the familiar, blank scent. I grab another bag of chips, all I have been feeding on. The taste is perfectly bland. Flicking the TV on, I lie on the couch, and begin to watch the variety show. Everyone is laughing. I'm not. It's a horrible joke.
It's pretty obvious at this point.
My life has become blank. Amusingly enough, it's all because of me. I choose to block out everything. For myself.
Wait.
What is this?
I blink.
Purple?
I haven't seen that colour in 15 years. That man on TV. His hair is raven, the black I see everywhere. His outfit, a shining gold and vibrant purple, catches my eye. I heard his voice. Clearly. I am undoubtedly enchanted.
Sitting on a beige couch in the middle of a simple room, eating chips that have suddenly become to sweet for my taste. The warmth of the heater hits me. It's warm in the room, and I'm wearing 2 layers of jackets on me. Melodious rock music incorporating bits of traditional Japanese music fill my ears. How?
My eyes seem to be set on memorizing the very look of this man, singing in such a unique fashion, moving an entire audience. His bandmates, energetically creating such beautiful tunes, are bedecked in the same gold, each sporting different colours. Red, Green, Blue, Pink.
The song is over, the show is over. I shake my head, rub my eyes. The colours fade out, the sounds fade to the usual buzz. I slump back onto the couch, throwing another chip into my mouth, feeling the sweetness fade away.
Perhaps that was a dream.
But it was the first dream in 15 years of emptiness.
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Niji {Mahiro×Reader}
FanfictionI wrote this because honestly There aren't enough V-kei stories here, one of those V-kei bands being Kiryu. I do not write these for any specific person. I write them in my own free time when inspiration strikes. I apologize if the story turns out...
