So this is from Ally Cat!!! I so love her fan fictions!!!

His eyes...

The first thing Hyde noticed was his eyes. Their blue was brighter than tropic island ocean waters in summer, more vivid than the noon sky after rain clouds had cleared and the sun flooded the world. He didn’t care if the color was artificial, he was fascinated with it. He was fascinated with the drug-like thrill that needled through his veins every time those eyes gazed upon him. He was fascinated with the person those eyes belonged to, so different from the one he had met years ago backstage on some random talk shows.

The handshake was firm, and brought about the second thing Hyde noticed. His hands... There were calluses on his fingers from years of guitar string picking, but unlike Hyde’s hands his skin was soft like the silk petals of Forget-Me-Not flowers. His gestures were smooth and flowing, elegant to the point of over display. Those hands fascinated him as well, from initial ‘accidental’ touches to the caresses on his back whenever they hugged to how they could bring him the most satisfactory orgasms of his life.

“Long time no see, Haido-san...” His lips... The way words rolled from them, the purrs and deep-throated chuckles, the delicious way the name ‘Hideto’ sounded coming from those lips, and eventually the feel of those lips on his. Sweet talk was a long-rumored trademark skill of his, and Hyde swiftly found out how true those rumors were. Compliments, flirty phrases, and suggestive comments had never amused and flattered Hyde so much as they did when he was with him.

Everything else followed easily, until one day in a hotel in Taiwan Hyde dared to ask a question. “Would you model for me?” Hyde was an artist, and it was well known that he had sketched and painted before turning to music.

“Model?”

“Yes, I want to draw you.”

Despite apparent surprise, the agreement was made, but from the first curved stroke of coal over paper Hyde was self-assured that the rendering could not be perfect. Even drawing after drawing, sketch after sketch, painting after painting, day after day, he could not capture the beauty he saw. Something... something was always missing.

Hyde stared at the canvas in front of him. Black paint background blended with ruby... A room, a bed, a demonic angel posing nude for his eyes only. Yet, again, he failed. A hidden flaw imbedded itself somewhere in his painting.

The warmth of uncovered skin pressed against Hyde’s back as Gackt draped himself over the vocalist. “It’s beautiful, Hideto.”

“No...”

Those lips... they burned on Hyde’s neck. “Why are you never satisfied?”

“Because it’s never perfect.”

Those hands... Aristocratic fingers tilted Hyde’s head back and a kiss found the artist’s mouth. “Haido, my darling, there is no such thing as perfect.” Hyde almost laughed, gazing up onto perfection personified, and then, in that instant, he found a flaw. Those eyes... those gorgeous blue eyes were brown.

And without perfection, Hyde could finally see all the colors.

~End~

A/N: Don’t quite understand it? Then congratulations, you are on the same page I am.

Hyde is red-green color blind. it's a genetic trait, where one cannot tell the difference between the two. It's part of the reason he collects blue-glass bottles, since blue is a vivid color to him. Thus the relation to his fascination with Gackt's blue eyes.