Shades of Blue (Omegaverse BL)
Chapter 87 - 85 | Show

Chapter 87: 85 | Show

"... I don’t understand," Winter said at a loss for words. "Are you not angry with me?"

"I’m not." Blue said straightforwardly.

Ever since he started dating Winter, Blue had realized something—he was a fool. He couldn’t find it in himself to truly get angry with Winter. No matter the nonsense that Winter did.

He couldn’t get angry or hate the person that he liked (loved). He didn’t even have the energy to keep up.

"Blue, you don’t have to pretend. I know—"

"Pretend? What do you know?" Blue cut Winter off hurriedly.

Winter opened his mouth to defend his claim but got a flashback of what happened to the two of them the last time he tried such a thing. He could only seal his lips and shake his head, indicating that he truly knew nothing.

At his actions, Blue hummed in satisfaction, then reached to touch Winter’s face.

"Don’t ever think that I’m some dumb Omega who doesn’t understand the things going on around me." Blue was caressing Winter’s face as he said this.

He didn’t give Winter the opportunity to say anything before he continued speaking.

"I’ve known about your dirty personality from the start," Blue said with a laugh. "And I accepted it like that. I knew that you were a scumbag who must have done a lot of nonsense

before."

"Really...?" Winter asked for clarification still.

Blue responded to his stupid question with a kiss on the lips. Blue had wanted it to be a brief peck on the lips. However, like a greedy man, as soon as Blue’s lips were laid up on Winter’s own, he swallowed what was given to him, trapping Blue and dominating their kiss.

He pried Blue’s mouth open with his tongue. Then his hand went around Blue’s neck as he continued to kiss Blue. Though Winter was using a great amount of force in the kiss, it was still not a heavily sensual one that would lead to them doing other stuffs.

The kiss could be viewed as desperate. As though Winter was begging through the kiss.

’Forgive me. I’m sorry,’ every single suck on the tongue meant.

And Blue, whose icy heart had melted a long time ago, corresponded with Winter’s pleas as he made small noises, leaning into Winter more.

His response could be equated to, ’It’s okay. We’re okay.’

They kissed for a while before breaking apart to breathe and rearrange themselves. After the kiss, Blue’s head cleared up once again and he said, "Though I’m not angry with you, I’m certainly pissed at those two fools."

Winter nodded. It wasn’t surprising to see Blue being annoyed with his two useless brothers. They had truly taken the time to stalk Winter’s past just so they could ruin Blue’s present. What the actual fuck was wrong with them??

"I can’t believe the first thing they did after that man’s death was this. There’s truly no redemption for them." Blue said softly with a strange smile on his lips.

"They’re fucking assholes. I gave them a real talk after you left." Winter spoke with a prideful tone, swinging an arm around Blue’s shoulders.

Blue looked at the smug expression on Winter’s face and laughed a little.

"Thank you." Blue said sincerely to Winter.

Winter waved him off and dismissively said, "It was nothing."

Blue was a bit doubtful of Winter’s words, seeing that there were no bruise marks on his face. The kind of brothers he had... they were very violent and only listened to Preston.

Other people who spoke to them would either be ignored or beaten to a pulp. That was why Blue was a bit surprised to see Winter standing on his two feet after he supposedly talked down to Atlas and Eliot.

"But it’s not enough. I’ve let them off the hook too many times to look away now." Blue’s voice suddenly took a sinister turn as his face darkened.

Winter looked at him curiously and said, "What do you mean?"

Blue didn’t tell him almost immediately, instead, he said, "Preston’s funeral is two days away. I can understand the reason why they wanted me to return home. Probably to put on a show at the service."

Winter almost exploded with anger when Blue’s words registered into his head. How dare those fuckers attempt such a thing?

"Chill..." Blue drawled, noticing that Winter had already begun to exude angry pheromones.

Winter muttered an apology and managed to stop releasing his pheromones. He was still angry nonetheless.

"The show that they were looking to get from me, I’m going to give it to them." Blue said, looking ahead to space.

Winter didn’t understand what Blue meant, but he nodded still, silently choosing to support Blue in whatever he wanted to do.

***

It was a cool Saturday morning. In the backyard of the Kent house gathered many, all wearing black. Some were standing beside the fancy open coffin and crying. Others were shaking their heads with sympathy.

Most were conversing strategically about the future with important persons. There were a bunch of paparazzi around the service, taking pictures quietly.

All these guests paused in their different doings when they heard the sound of a fork striking a glass repeatedly.

"May I have everyone’s attention, please?" Atlas Kent spoke with a deep and mellow voice. With his huge frame and composed countenance, people were drawn to pay utter attention to him.

"We’re all gathered here today to say our final goodbyes to our father, friend, role model, mentor, star... But I’d like to say a few words first." Atlas began saying.

"My father, Preston Kent, was a very down to earth man. Rough on the edges but soft on the inside." A few people laughed at those words. They were obviously lies but who had the guts to refute them?

"As his first son, I’ve seen him go through many phases of life. I’ve seen him make mistakes, fix those mistakes, only to make them again. He was as perfect as every other person standing here. But he was true to himself, his friends, and his family; always putting them first even before himself and—"

"I call bullshit." A voice sounded, interrupting Atlas’s words.

The expression on Atlas’s face hardened considerably after recognizing the owner of the voice who interrupted him.

Blue made his way from the crowd. Everyone’s eyes were on him as though he was the star of the show. Why wouldn’t people look at him when he was wearing a green sparking top and a pair of white shorts?

It was so different and eye-catching from the black outfit that everyone else was wearing.

"Hi, everyone!" Blue spoke with a loud voice, seeing as no one was going to hand him a mic.

The paparazzi, who had been quiet all this time, came closer to take more pictures and became rowdy.

"What are you doing here?" Atlas tried to speak with a soft voice, forgetting that he was wearing a mic, prompting everyone to hear his question that was backed up with a hostile tone.

"To speak. And I’ll be taking this." Blue grabbed the piece from Atlas and breathed into the mic to check if it was working properly.

Having done that, he introduced himself, saying, "For those of you who don’t know who I am—my name is Blue Kent. Third and last son of the person you’re all gathered here for today."

Everyone broke into whispers after that. Though the people present rarely saw him, they certainly knew who he was. The black sheep of the Kent family, rebellious and disrespectful towards his own bloodline.

A few people who actually knew Blue wanted to come forward and pull him aside.

"I’ll break the jaw of anyone who comes within three meters to me." Blue threatened darkly, causing the few men to halt their movements.

They didn’t need to be told twice to confirm that Blue was truly capable of his threat and would commit to it if he wanted to.

"Blue, this isn’t the time and place for you to act this way." Atlas spoke with a restrained tone, believing that he had to remain composed in front of everyone else.

"When would be the right time? I believe that this is the perfect place. So shut up and let me speak. It is my father’s funeral anyway. There’s nothing wrong with me saying a few words." Blue spoke with an entitled tone, shutting Atlas up.

Eliot attempted to move from where he was standing after receiving a look from Atlas to stop Blue. However, Winter, who was standing behind Eliot, had him trapped with restricting pheromones.

"Hmm. So where should I start from talking about my father?" Blue said, tapping his chin. Then made an ’aha’ sound before speaking.

"Let’s talk about the real face of Preston Kent."

Author has something to say: Okay, I’ve been saying at the end of almost every Chapter that volume one is coming to an end. But with this Chapter, I’m confirming that it’s ending in two Chapters (or one). Depending on how much Blue talks.

Remember to tune in for volume two, okay?<3