[[ [In my world, RED does not exist.] ]]

The original reason for my exploration of Ryuuichi's closet was to find some supposed "evidence" he had to hold over my head; I was convinced that he had managed to snap pictures of me at the attorney Christmas party where I'd had not enough coffee to my vodka. I'd ended up waking the next morning with a skull-splitting headache and no visor. After fumbling around for a while, I managed to awaken Ryuuichi with my colorful language when I'd tripped over a sofa-chair and fallen flat on my face. He wasn't able to find my visor for me until much later in the afternoon of that day - apparently Reiji had the drunken impression that it gave the wearer the power to shoot lasers out of their eyes, so he'd taken it home with him. I'd had to spend the entire day lounging around at Ryuuichi's law office while the tiny Ayasato girl, Harumi, poked and prodded at me and offered me cookies. She even brought me a mug of coffee after she finally realized that I was, in fact, blind and could not fetch it for myself.
I am still not sure how I ended up with Ryuuichi after that night.

Anyways, I was certain that this "evidence" was sure to be mortifying photographs of some kind, and I was determined to find them before the bastard made too many copies. It was during this thorough search that I discovered a sweatshirt buried in the back of his closet, emblazoned with a large heart and the letters R, Y, U. Baffled, I couldn't help but drag it out of the corner and confront Ryuuichi with it. I was unable to deduce the color, but I had a sneaking suspicion that it was pink. When he saw the sweater, his eyes seemed to lose some of their light for a moment before his ears and cheeks tinged darker from embarrassment.
Why the hell would he wear something that basically proclaims "I love myself?" Particularly nonsensical, even for Ryuuichi.
He refused to tell me where he got it from, which I found even stranger.
He strangled helpless sentence after helpless sentence before I suddenly found myself being shoved outside, the door shutting with a ringing bang behind me. I could only stare blankly at the sweater still in my hands for many minutes before slowly making my way home.

The next day, Ryuuichi approached me in the courtroom lobby, ashamed and full of apologies. When he asked me if I could return his sweater, I told him I'd tossed it out on my way home since I was so pissed at being kicked out. He seemed to be a little disheartened, but he told me he forgave me.

The mysterious "<3 Ryu" sweater has become an addition in my closet. For some reason, I can't seem to really throw it away.

Ryuuichi thought he was just so clever at this morning's trial.
I had a cold, and as such, was in no mood for games or witty remarks other than those relating to coffee - or so I'd thought. In actuality, I could not have been more wrong.
It was 10:00 AM and the case was just starting. The judge slammed down the gavel for basically no reason and asked if the attorneys were prepared. As prosecutor, I was about to reply first when it happened. A sudden, massive coughing fit overcame me. All eyes were staring and eyebrows were arched as I coughed and hacked into a conveniently placed tissue and tried to not upchuck my respiratory organs.
Finally, it was over, and I tried to compose myself before the court as if I hadn't been noisily dying just a moment prior.
And that's when the universe tried to implode due to the big mouth of one smartass spikey-haired defense lawyer.
"Are you alright? You seem a bit too coughy this morning."
Coughy. Coffee.
That little bastard. Taking the one thing I still loved in this world and twisting it into this vile, illness-related thing.
"I'm fine," I replied, with images of a skewered and bleeding Ryuuichi passing through my head, "Prosecution is ready. Let's begin."

I used to be a defense attorney.  Then I... became indisposed for a while. Five years, to be precise. When I awoke, it was to bitter news and darkness. I was now incapacitated, incomplete. My broken body could no longer function independently. In order to see anything other than utter pitch blackness, I had no choice but to wear a wretched three-slotted visor; even then, my vision was still dysfunctional. I could only see things in shades of red, as it was all the visor would allow. Someone at the hospital had to tell me that my hair had changed to white, because I was unable to tell on my own. Pathetic. I was told that my eyes had changed from that bitch's poison as well, to red. Fate's ironic side showing its face, considering I was now seeing things as though through a film of blood. If I could still see without the visor's aid, could still see the conventional color hues, it is entirely possible I would no longer recognize myself in passing.

Most people do not realize that I am blind. They wonder about the "mask" I wear, but most are not brave enough to question my ways. I am an intimidating prosecutor now, after all. I tried to explain to Ryuuichi about my vision once, during a trial, but the fool didn't seem to understand. I normally listen for people to reveal the color of things in their conversations, so as not to make a wrong guess about the color and arouse their suspicions. It was Ryuuichi who discovered that I was colorblind - in court, I might add - after putting together what I'd told him earlier. It was also Ryuuichi who revealed one of my worst weak points - that, due to the unfortunate red hues the visor allows me to see in, I am completely unable to see red on white. Damn kid, stirring up my dark secrets.

It also frustrates me that he chooses to wear a red tie. I wouldn't have known until I saw Mayoi-chan drag him around by thin air one day in the courtroom lobby. It was implausibly strange to see him staggering after her for no reason, the white walls surrounding also making the tie seem invisible to me.
For this reason, I am buying him a black tie for his birthday. Good men should not wear red ties over their white shirts. That is my rule.

Looking back, I should have been suspicious from the start. But this is Ryuuichi we're talking about, and Ryuuichi never pulls pranks on people, especially ones quite so insensitive to the handicapped.

Wrong.
It all started a few days ago when I caught Ryuuichi sneaking around my car. When asked what he was looking for, he exclaimed something about ramen and coffee before making a rather hasty exit. Again, I should have been more suspicious, but I just brushed it off as one of his quirks. I later discovered a marker lying under my car. Apparently, it had rolled there after being dropped. It was one of those big, fat, permanent red ones that teachers used to grade your papers with - but only if you got an F. The only reason I knew it was red was because of the label. I hadn't had my usual 5 cups of coffee yet this morning, because I was running low, so I didn't put the two - Ryuu and the marker - together. In fact, it wasn't until I got to work and started to receive strange looks that I finally started to get suspicious. Even so, it took the attourneys at the office a few days to work up the courage to ask me when I'd decided to become "Ryuuichi's Bitch." After I picked my jaw up from the floor (and sprayed half of the group in the face with the coffee I'd been drinking), they said they asked because, according to the bold message scrawled across all four sides of my car, I was. They'd given it an extra day for me to have it removed, at first believing it to be a prank. But I hadn't removed it, so now they were curious. Pricks. They told me that the message was written in red after I threatened to remove a rookie's eye with my breakfast fork should they not tell me. They didn't seem to understand why I couldn't just read it myself.
Looking back, I should have realized that it was a very, very bad idea to get a white car, but you can't predict something like this.

Ryuuichi, you want to play dirty - you're on. I shall teach you the bitterness of blend 76.

Miyanagi Chinami.
I wish it could have been me that killed you.