Yukari walked the streets of Tokyo with a servant in tow. It was routine of him to join his servant on certain days in search of beauty. People often recognized him. Some labeled him a crazy kleptomaniac while others were in awe of how beautiful some of his items were. Yukari stopped in front of a library as curiosity had piqued his interest.

"Kuro, we'll make this our last stop." said Yukari before walking in.

The smell of books lingered in the air as young children to adults sat and read books at a table, in a chair or simply on the floor. Few recognized him but dared not say a word. Yukari looked around, checking bookshelves for anything of interest.

"Perhaps this one might satisfy you." said Kuro as he held out a book.

Yukari looked it over then open it to read a bit. Kuro led him to an empty chair and made sure he was comfortable.

Time passed and Yukari had gently closed yet another book. Out of the many Kuro had suggested, only three remained on his lap.

"We're done here. Have these bought." said Yukari as he had gotten comfortable in his seat.

"Sir, I highly suggest you come as well." said Kuro with his hand extended. Yukari reluctantly took it. "A wise choice."

Kuro placed the three books on the counter then cleared his throat to get the worker's attention. They looked up then let out a little gasp. Kuro was about to give the usual speech until the worker's eyes were glued to the books.

"I really love these books. You certainly have taste sir. How long are you borrowing them?" they asked, their eyes now glued to the computer screen.

"We're actually purchasing them." said Kuro.

"We? Who else is with you?" they asked curiously.

Kuro sighed heavily then marched back over to drag Yukari to the counter. The worker stared at Yukari who's eyes never met his. Yet.

"Well, you're certainly going to love these books. I promise." they said as they scanned the books.

Yukari looked at the worker which ended up turning into staring. Kuro looked at Yukari whose gaze was fixated on the man before them. The man met Yukari's gaze, wondering why he was staring so intensely.

"You're beautiful." Yukari whispered as he placed his hands atop the worker's.

"Oh, uh... thank you..." he replied slightly bashful.

"Allow me to have you." Yukari said with determined eyes.

The worker pulled away in confusion. What did he mean by that? Yukari not once had broken eye contact with the man in front of him. He was going to add this man to his beauty collection. It was the first time he's ever seen beauty radiate from a human being this brightly. The man's colors were that of a baby blue, silver and white mixture, a mixture he had never seen yet radiated so brightly he wanted to turn away.

"Here are your books... have a nice day..." he said and quickly looked away from the weird duo.

"May I have your surname at least?" Yukari asked, not giving up.

"Weisman..." he replied quietly.

"I will frequent this place in search of you. I can't let such a beautiful thing wither to nothing in such a dull place." proclaimed Yukari before turning on his heel and leaving with Kuro in tow.

Weisman watched them leave and felt a chill go up his spine. Who were those two men? Why did one of them ask if he "could have him"? He wasn't an object that could be bought nor sold. He couldn't deny that he like the compliment of being called beautiful. He did treasure his medium lengthened hair a lot. Though if left alone, it grew longer, something he wanted to avoid.

Weisman picked up his phone and eagerly messaged a friend, needing an ear to hear of his bizarre encounter.

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Weismann. Adolf K. Weismann. That was his name. He worked at a library on certain days and worked as a researcher the other days. This was his routine life. He did absolutely nothing but work. His friends worried, wondering if he'd be another statistic in work related deaths. Adolf didn't care much for anything else besides work, family and friends. He was content with his life.

Adolf carried his bag as he made his way home. His shift was done for the day. He couldn't help but think of the man from earlier. What would've happened if he agreed? Would he had been sold off in the black market? Forced into slavery? Become his play toy? The more he listed, the more relieved he felt from rejecting him. He couldn't call the police as the man hadn't really done anything to him.

"Took you long enough, Addie." a voice said from behind him, spooking him.

"Could you warn a person before sneaking up on them, Nagare..." Adolf whined.

"My fault. So, you never told me what the guy looked like? Was he a bum? Did he smell like last year's trash?" Nagare pressed, wondering who the psycho was.

"He was... pretty actually. Long purpleish hair with blue highlights, hints of eyeliner, a dash of muted lipstick and such a formal way of dress. I was convinced he was a woman until I heard his voice and way of speech." explained Adolf as his eyes had involuntarily memorized the man's features.

"Be cautious. It's men like him that take advantage of others." Nagare said as he linked arms with Adolf. "Besides, I can't let anyone take my Addie away from me."

"I'm not going anywhere you goof." said Adolf cheekily as he pinched Nagare's cheek.

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Kuro quietly watched Yukari use the computer. He walked over to the window and open the curtains to let in light. He opened a window, hoping to let some of the crisp near winter air in.

"Kuro, tea." Yukari said as he typed.

Kuro hummed in response before leaving the room. Yukari was serious about having ownership of that person. He learned so much about him within the few hours he spent in front of the computer. Never had he seen his employer find a human so beautiful. He had doubts about Yukari who claimed to see colors that emit off an object and that most things gave off a disgusting gray color. Anyone would believe he was a nutjob if they heard him proclaim it. He thought so as well.

Kuro slowly poured in the hot water, hoping to draw out the full taste of the tea. What convinced him to seek employment from a man who was possibly crazy? He himself didn't quite know either. Maybe he felt pity. Maybe he wanted to believe in him. Maybe he wanted to get away. He placed the teacup and saucer down beside Yukari before moving back to his designated spot. Maybe he wanted to see how far Yukari would get before the world saw him as nothing more than fraud, a psycho in need of serious therapy.

"Kuro." Yukari called out.

"Yes, Mr. Mishakuji?" Kuro replied.

"Your beauty... why are you hiding it?" asked Yukari as he set the teacup down.

"I'm not following, sir... I haven't done a thing." replied Kuro.

"So that's how human beauty works..." muttered Yukari as he took another sip while looking at his screen.

Kuro knew why he worked for such a person. He gave him validation when no one else did. He cared about him and listened when others claimed to be too busy. Yukari treated him like a person, and told him his beauty wasn't strong, but it shined brighter than any person he's seen. That was until today. He didn't mind being number two, as long as he was allowed to stay by Yukari's side.

Yukari turned to look at Kuro then smiled softly. The beautiful lavender and black combination had made itself known again.