Just a little silly thing I wrote, I decided so post only so I'd have something here. I like Kako, if only because he's, like, the only one who's thirteen-years-old mentally.

Disclaimer: Bokurano is not mine and all.

Colorblind

You're drowning.

You don't know how, but you're drowning. And not in water.

In colors.

The new girl looks at you. She's light-pink and cream and dark-brown and gray and uniform-blue, and she looks at you.

She's pretty, you think. Really, really pretty.

Then you decide you want her.

You're drowning.

In colors.

Chizu-chan is red of love, and blue of sparkles, and brown of shoes that run, run toward the person she wants and away from you.

There's red of anger, but that's yours, of course. That is always yours.

You watch her as she backs away with Hatagai-sensei, and you drown in red.

You're going to win, and have her, you decide.

You're drowning.

In colors.

Chizu-chan's skin is creamy white, from her neck to her naked thighs, and her hair is dark-brown and looks even darker against her back. Her nails are pinkish, and so are her nipples. Her nipples.

There's also red, there, red of anger and red of desire.

Anger, because she's supposed to be yours. Desire, because you want her to be yours.

You want her to be yours.

You're drowning.

In colors.

The sea is blue, and Chizu-chan's swimsuit is white. Her eyes are grayish, and her neck is creamy white. You look and you imagine how her skin would feel.

There is blue, too, another kind of blue.

Panel-blue, and you touch it.

You're drowning.

In colors. And panic.

Chizu-chan's dress is red, and her coat is black. Fear is blue, you think – no, you don't think, you know, because all you can feel is fear. There's gray on your face.

You're going to die.

You're going to die.

And you think, desperately, that you want to win before you die.

You're falling.

You're falling, in colors.

The ceiling is brown and Chizu-chan's dress is red, and her eyes are grayish, and she pushed you, and you're falling, and you didn't win her colors. You didn't win anything.

Wanting her…

You've lost yourself.

Pain explodes in your head and your world is swallowed by black.

You're drowning.

In black.

Pain.

The last thing you think is that you wish you were colorblind.

Love it? Hate it? Let me know, please, I'm new at this thing!