A very short little thing I thought of whilst doing my nightly routine before going to bed; I thought you would enjoy this.

Darkblaze450

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Hya had been staring at him for some while now. Of course, Khalid was totally oblivious to such a fact, currently wrangling gently with a piece of paper and trying not to rip it while making a particularly difficult fold-then again, Hya was mostly hidden by the canvas he was sitting behind and painting on.

"One day, when you die, I think people should wear green to your funeral."

Khalid's attention was diverted for a moment at Hya's out-of-the-blue statement, laughing a little. "Um-"

"Yellow was my first choice, but it is a funeral, so that would be too bright," Hya continued thoughtfully, whisking a slash of yellow onto his canvas.

"Should I be worried that you're already thinking of my funeral?" Khalid interjected, half-joking. "Why green, for that matter?"

Hya's expression did not waver, even as he tilted his head ever so slightly. "Green is the color of life. I find it fitting that we should wear the color of life to celebrate you, who radiate with life, even in death, I would suspect." He swiped a long swathe of bright emerald-green onto his canvas as he spoke. "The house of Solaris fits you, Khalid. The sun gives life, and you are always brimming with life-if not sometimes overwhelming." He paused to gaze at Khalid, one blue-gray eye showing from behind the canvas. And somehow, even though they seemed to possess no emotion as usual, a million messages spiraled from them, rendering the normally-chatty Khalid speechless. As if Hya was telling him, 'I am glad to be your friend.' "It would be greatly preferable if that life of yours never died, burning as it may be at times."

With a final, definitive stroke of his paintbrush, Hya stood up. "This dorm room is rather stuffy. I wish to get tea." Without any further words, he walked out of the room, his hair, starting to get slightly long, trailing behind him in a low ponytail as usual.

Khalid stared after him, silent for a few more minutes. Almost subconsciously, he also stood up, and walked around to Hya's canvas-when he saw what Hya had been painting, he let out a laugh.

Hya had painted him-in brilliant, bold, daring lines and shades of green and gold and yellow.

He shook his head in half-exasperation and half-fondness; his friend was as difficult to figure out as usual.

"Hey, wait up!"

Khalid dashed out of the room after Hya, his unfinished origami piece-a white spider lily-fluttering down and landing down on the chair next to the painting.

Fin.

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I hope that was enjoyable in some way ^ ^

-A.A.C.