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Inspired by Amiralo's dating simulator 'Monochrome and Colors' on Deviantart. An alternate world where a normal girl named Clarke was chosen instead of Claude. Everything else was still in place, however; Clarke is color blind, too. Except pretty much one important thing: Clarke looks like a boy. (Or to me, at least.)

π”šπ”žπ”±π”’π”―π” π”¬π”©π”¬π”― (β„­π”₯π”žπ”­π”±π”’π”― 𝔒𝔫𝔒)

This is a work of fiction. Any relation to any real persons or any other fictional characters is probably intentional.

Inspired by Amiralo's visual novel 'Monochrome and Colors' on Deviantart.

An alternate world where a normal girl named Clarke was chosen instead of Claude. Everything else was still in place, however; Clarke is color blind, too. Except pretty much one important thing: Clarke looks like a boy. (Or to me, at least.)

Clarke (Made with Rinmaru's Manga Creator School Days) -> ;D

*Anon: Fast forwards the story to after Mr. Gin tells Clarke the mission* >> >> >> >> >> >> >> >> >> >> >> >> >> >>

Clarke thought for a bit. (Should I trust this man? . . . He seems trustworthy enough.) "Okay, fine. I'll accept your offer. But first, I need a haircut." She walked out the door and went to the barber shop. Mr. Gin chuckled. (All we need now is Arnold,)

Clarke opened the door to the barber shop. The one who usually cuts her hair, Bryce, welcomed me. "Hey, Clarke! Need your haircut again?" She nodded.

Bryce cut her hair into a boy's haircut, as always, while she thought of what just happened. Clarke mumbled something that scarcely represented 'thank you' and went to school without another word.

On the way to the art room, she saw Tom. "I had that birthday dream again..." Clarke told him. Tom made a concerned face as she opened the door. *Anon: SHORT TIME SKIP!* Clarke was painting a picture alone in the corner of the art room, while Leroy was completely encircled by girls. She tried to pay her picture her undivided attention. It was a picture of rain.

Just rain. It was beautiful, but also depressing. Ever since childhood, she had never been able to even draw anything that wasn't a form of water. Otherwise, she puked. (I don't think this is working! But then, bullying him to paint me would make me look like all the others. Sigh... But I guess good things come to those who wait.)

Leroy suddenly was looking through his paint set, then he came over to where Clarke was. "Hey, you!" You could sense the jealousy radiating off the fangirls. "Do you have crimson red? I need it for my painting." Leroy asked. She looked at the tube. There were giant words that said 'Crimson Red' on it. Clarke gave it to him. "Just remember to return it to me afterward."

"Thank you. . . what's your name?" "Clarke." "Thank you." He walked back to his painting and continued. Clarke felt kinda bad, lying to Leroy about her gender. She knew that she'd have to tell him sooner or later... She was broke out of her focus by Leroy himself. "Thank you for the paint. Would you like to have lunch with me today?"

"Sure. I got some free time today." During lunch, Clarke ate with Leroy and Tom in the art room. Tom was just quietly eating, and Leroy talked to her about some things, but none of it was out of the ordinary. At the end of lunch, Leroy asked her something that she didn't understand."What's your favorite color?" He asked.(WhatdoIsaywhatdoIsaywhat-doIsay) "Uh, I don't have a favorite color."

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(Anon: *BIG COUGH* Back to story) "How strange. You like to paint but don't have a favorite color." Leroy looked slightly confused yet interested. Then the bell rang, signalling the end of lunch. "Well, I have to go to my class now." Clarke packed up her stuff and went to class. (Time skip)

(My head hurts after all that math. . .) She was in her own little world when Clarke bumped into someone. She could see him in full color. He had red hair and green eyes. "Hello," He said, and kissed her head. "My name is Roland. I came here from another country." (Great, I just lost my first kiss...)"Why'd you kiss me?" "It's a custom where I live."Roland smiles like an idiot. (...to a foreign custom.)

Later, after some tag with Roland in the playground, I introduced Roland to Tom, and vice versa. "Get away from him!" Tom yelled. "Why-" I started. "Just get away from him!" "Yeesh, I just-" "GO!" I walked away, but not before I looked back at Tom. Was there something about Roland that bothered him?

Meanwhile, Mr. Gin was in his shop. "Ah, now everyone is in place! There's Leroy, the prince, Roland, the evil person who wants to win over the princess's heart, Tom, the knight, Clarke, the princess, and ME, the wizard." π”ˆπ”«π”‘ 𝔬𝔣 β„­π”₯π”žπ”­π”±π”’π”― 𝔒𝔫𝔒

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