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Kuroh softly knocked on the door before entering. Yukari slightly turned and greeted him as the morning sun's rays penetrated through the small openings of the drawn curtains. Kuroh quietly poured his morning tea as Yukari got dressed.

"You're awful quiet this morning. Have you gotten used to seeing my naked backside?" Yukari asked as he approached Kuroh while buttoning his shirt.

"Whether I say something or not, you will continue to do it. So I'm saving my breath." replied Kuroh as he poured himself a cup as well.

"This is why I find you irreplaceable, my dear Kuroh. It's nice to have someone who doesn't view me as a mental." said Yukari as he walked over to the window with his cup of tea.

"If I may be so bold, Mr. Mishakuji." Kuroh said. Yukari gave him the go ahead. "Just how exactly do you see colors of beauty? All of my life, I've been told and heard that beauty is in the eye of the beholder and that it's an abstract thing. Yet you claim to see color."

Yukari remained silent as he watched the trees dance in the wind and animals frolic about in his yard. He would give him the honest truth, whether he believed it or not.

"I've been able to see colors of beauty since a young age. Though, I didn't know what it was back then. I often heard voices whisper in my ear, telling me to hold such beauty in my hands, to feel it and understand what exactly makes it so beautiful. It scared my family. I couldn't help myself by bringing things I found beautiful home. They secretly threw things out as my room was hard to enter and leave from." explained Yukari as he watched a squirrel miss its jump. He said a silent prayer in hopes of its recovery. "Maybe I am psychotic. Maybe I am a kleptomaniac. Perhaps I am using the being able to see colors of beauty as an excuse for my insanity."

Kuroh looked at his employer then silently joined him by his side, taking his teacup and placing it off to the side.

"You have a point. There's no way for me to know if you're being truthful or not, but after being with you for a few years now, I have no reason to doubt you." replied Kuroh, giving his employer a side hug.

"A true diamond in the rough aren't you?" Yukari whispered as he patted Kuroh's back.

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Yukari checked the time on his watch as they arrived on the block. They had made good time.

"Sir, there's no guarantee he'll be working today." said Kuroh as they neared the library.

"I wasn't off putting last time was I?" Yukari asked, ignoring Kuroh.

"Maybe you shouldn't have asked him to let you have him. That's a tad weird." replied Kuroh.

"I was blinded by his beauty. How could such a human exist? Every human's color I've seen is either a dull gray or a very mute color or mixture of colors." said Yukari in surprise. "Even you were a surprise."

They arrived at the library and walked in. They split up to search for him in case he wasn't working the counter. After some time searching, they met up again. Neither had seen him.

"Maybe he doesn't work today. Or took a day off." said Kuroh as he opened a water bottle for Yukari.

"I have to see him again. He must be added to my collection." Yukari whispered to himself.

"Sir, if you do acquire him, will you treat him like all of your other possessions?" Kuroh asked.

"Weisman is human. Do you expect me to treat him like a cheap replica of a 400 year old porcelain vase?" Yukari retorted, offended that Kuroh would think so low of him.

Kuroh lightly chuckled, amused by the brief pout Yukari had given him.

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It was time for the library to close. Weisman was nowhere to be seen. Kuroh looked at Yukari who peacefully slept while holding a book. He took a photo before waking him up.

"It's time to go. They're closing." Kuroh whispered as he gestured to the people by the counter not too far away.

Yukari stretched out and had Kuroh walk him out. Weisman didn't come in today. His heart sunk. Would he never get to see such beauty again? He quietly sighed then looked at Kuroh.

"Let's come tomorrow. If he's not there, then I'll just have to accept that it was a once in a lifetime thing and a lesson." said Yukari with a heavy heart.

"They say good things never last forever." replied Kuroh.

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Adolf yawned then shook his head to stay awake. They had decided to run test well into the night as they were close to getting a result. He wanted to sleep but feared judgment from his peers.

"You look about ready to knock out, Adolf." a voice said from beside him.

"Maybe because I am? I knew I should've left when I had the chance." whined Adolf as he rubbed his eyes. "Anyway, what do you want, Mikoto?"

"Nothing. Just checking up on my buddy." chuckled Mikoto.

"Mikoto, everyone here knows you're as sly as a fox. What do you want?" Adolf pressed, knowing he'd regret it.

"Honestly, this time I don't want anything other than a friendly chat." replied Mikoto as he looked at Adolf's work.

"Fine. As long as that's all it is." Adolf responded.

"Have you heard on the news? That so called color beauty seer is out on the move again." Mikoto said as he popped a piece of gum into his mouth. "Thought he'd lay dormant a while longer."

"You know I don't watch the news. Makes me itchy." said Adolf as he finished his notes. "So, who exactly is this beauty seer you all talk about?"

"Color beauty and well, he claims he can see the colors of beautiful things and collects them. In my opinion, I think he needs more than just therapy." said Mikoto as he blew a bubble. "Only idiots would believe in that shit he's spewing out of that disgusting mouth of his."

"Well it is true that we can't know for sure if he's being truthful or not. And people in this day and age will say anything to gain fame even if only for a bit." replied Adolf as he wondered why someone would say such a thing. "I met someone the other day in the library."

"Go on. Was it someone pretty? You wanna date them?" asked Mikoto as he put another stick of gum in his mouth.

"No, but they were really weird. He asked if he could 'have me' like I was for sale or something." Adolf commented, still feeling slight chills.

"Maybe he wanted sex." Mikoto replied. "Was he young? Old? Describe him."

"He was young looking. Around Nagare's age maybe older. He had purpleish hair with blue highlights, hints of eyeliner, a dash of muted lipstick and such a formal way of dress. And his eyes... a really alluring and beautiful light lavender..." Adolf described as he remembered those same eyes boring into his own with such intensity.

"Wow. He- wait a second." said Mikoto as he whipped out his phone. He held up a photo for Adolf to see. "Is this him?"

"Yeah. Where'd you get the photo from?" asked Adolf curiously.

"He's the psycho who calls himself a beauty seer. His name is Mishakuji Yukari. Stay away from him unless you want to get involved with a mental patient." said Mikoto in a warning tone.

"But he didn't seem like he wanted to hurt me... Has he done anything to anyone that we should be cautious about? Has he?" Adolf pressed.

"No, but-" Mikoto started but was cut off.

"If he hasn't put anyone's life in danger or threatened the peace of the country, then why are we throwing him hate? Let him call himself whatever he wants as long as he isn't doing any harm to anyone or anything." Adolf snapped, disgusted with the mindset of his friend and the world.

Mikoto frowned, wondering if he had upset him. It was true. Mishakuji Yukari hadn't done anything that warranted such disdain and hatred. It was the bandwagon effect.

"Well, still, be careful. I'm wary of those words he said to you." said Mikoto before leaving his spot.

Adolf sighed quietly then wondered if he'd see Mishakuji Yukari again. His entire being didn't want to as he thoughts from yesterday arose in his mind.

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