I own nothing.

Fear the attempted angst.

I introduce to you a story portraying the many downs of a seemingly perfect relationship. /fiendish grin/ Oh do I love torturing my favorite characters. x3

Chapter: 1/7
Color: Red

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Satoshi had once loved the color red. He had loved it, for it was the color of Daisuke. It was the color of his perfect hair, his vibrant eyes, his overlarge heart, and everything in between. It was the color of his passion, his sense of romance, and most importantly, his love.

But then the love represented in the color red had drained away, replaced only with a demonic emotion Satoshi would have never expected from Daisuke, his Daisuke.

Red was the burning hot fury in Daisuke's eyes whenever he and Satoshi fought.

Red was Daisuke's face whenever he unleashed the fury through thunderous speech.

Red was the liquid that had once spilled from Daisuke's lip when Satoshi had lost his cool. Once.

Satoshi didn't want the red anymore. He didn't want the rage, and he certainly didn't want the blood, no matter how small an amount it was. He wanted Daisuke, yes, but he did not want the anger that came with the surprisingly temperamental redhead.

Satoshi had once loved the color red. Now he just hated it.

A.N.ger

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Oh my god. I finally made a drabble. /giggles cheerfully/ It's less than 200 words (not including A/N's)! I didn't think I could ever limit myself to that! xDDD