Franky X Reader: Colour Blind

    “Yes, I suppose!” You nodded with a smile. “The sea breeze smells wonderful, and even the heat of the sun feels so welcoming.

    “Ah yes~! All too good with the complimentary colours of deep blues and pinks, the elegant emerald greens of the sea mixing in with the orange of the setting sun and- oh, oh my I seem to have gotten carried away. I’m so sorry _______!” Brook corrected suddenly, realizing what he had just said.

    “Hmm? Oh, there’s no need to apologize Brook!” You reassured, your smile never faltering. “I’ve lived with this my whole life, so nothing you describe matters much. I’m quite used to it.” You added with a nod.

    “Ah, your kindness never fails. It’s just that… I can’t imagine a world without colour…” Brook mumbled out.

    You chuckled. “Nor can I imagine one with it! It’s near impossible. All I’ve ever known was black and white.”

    Yes, you were a victim of an uncommon condition of colorblindness.  Your case though, was the worst of all recorded situations. Most people had trouble distinguishing colours, or one was simply left out of the spectrum for them, but you, you had no colour in your world at all. You had the rare case of having never seen a single colour in your entire life.

    Your world existed of shades: the mingling of black and white only with the lack of a pop of colour. You distinguished things by how deep the shade was, to how bright it was or its type of texture; a boring world to look at if one were to ask most people how they’d feel about colourless vision. It was all your life though, and your adapted sense to this dull world made you care naught of when someone described a colour. You would only just imagine it briefly, and even that was still fairly lacking.

    “Well, I guess that’s a true and good point you made right there.” Brook nodded. “Your view is very different than ours. BUT! Enough of such gloomy talk, and let’s enjoy this beautiful evening!” Brook announced cheerily once again, turning the conversation to a brighter topic.

    “Yes, let’s!” You nodded, turning with Brook to bring entertainment to the day.

    With the sun shining down on this gorgeous day, you and Brook walked across the deck to head inside and call people out for a relaxing day, but before you even reached the door, the entire ship came busting out of it, screeching and acting like complete morons.

    “Well we were going to call them. No need to do that anymore I guess!” You laughed.

    “No need indeed!” Brook acknowledged, stepping forward to join the group.

    “SUNSHINE! CALM SEAS! BREAK TIME!!” Luffy screeched as he bounded across the grassy deck.

    “It’s not even dinner and Luffy’s already on drugs. The hell.” Usopp facepalmed, shaking his head as he slowly leaned against the wall.

    “You shouldn’t have left the fridge open Sanji. There was cake in there. That is DRUGS for Luffy!” Nami scolded.

    “I’m eternally sorry Nami-swan! Forgive meeeee!” Sanji mourned, falling to his knees in despair as he wept.

    “Get up you fool! You whine like a pathetic wuss!” Zoro insulted, kicking Sanji lightly while he was down.

    “YOU WANNA GO MARIMO SHIT?!” Sanji suddenly burst, leaping up in a hot rage.

    “Bring it, loser.” Zoro said weakly, turning around.

    Yet another common brawl broke out between Zoro and Sanji, cursing and yelling echoing across the deck alongside the blunt kicking of feet and blocking of the blunt ends of katana.

“Will this ever end?” You chuckled dryly, crossing your arms as you watched the scene unfold.

     “Alright boys knock it the HELL OFF!” Franky interrupted, stepping between the two and pulling them apart.

    The two continued to growl at each other from their distance, snapping like wild piranhas at each other with bitter words.

    “Nice one Franky.” You winked, giving him a thumbs up. “Way to keep a colourful situation under control!”

    “Ah you can’t even see colour!” Zoro shouted in his blind rage.

    Everyone on deck froze at the words and stared at Zoro. Even he himself froze, realizing what he just said and began having an ‘oh shit’ moment.

    “Zoro, that was harsh.” Chopper said with disappointment.

    “Uncalled for.” Nami scolded, producing her evil look at him.

    Normally, you wouldn’t have been offended by the subject of colour and not being able to see it. You recently reassured Brook this evening about the subject, but only a mere five minutes later, for some reason, the wording of the topic enraged you. Probably because it never really came out of nowhere like that from the people you cared about the most. It really hurt, and you second guessed your vision for the first time.

    “Cause I can’t see colour, eh? Does that distinguish me SO differently?” You began, slowly showing a bit of enragement.

    “_______ I’m sorry I-”

    “No.” You interrupted, booting down Zoro’s sentence. “You can’t even TELL I’m colour blind. I had to TELL you for you to know. It doesn’t make a god damn difference in my life as to whether I can see your whatever colour shit or not! A simple phrase shouldn’t even be sparking insult in me! Yeah I keep my cool all the time about this shit but god DAMN IT ANNOYS THE FUCK OUTTA ME DEEP DOWN! ESPECIALLY WHEN I DO SO MUCH AS USE THE WORD COLOUR AT ALL!” You went off, flipping your shit about the subject for the first time ever.

    Deep down. Yes, deep down, it hurt a little every day to not know what true colour was. You never said it because it was trivial and didn’t matter, but sometimes it really bugged you, just to hear how amazing something was that you couldn’t truly see.

    “_______... A-are you gonna be okay?” Franky slowly asked over the heavy silence.

    “Just get everyone out! Go! I’m pissed off! Just… Just give me a moment!” You yelled at everyone, turning your back to them and approaching the railing of the ship, leaning on it and staring down into the water.

    There was a period of silence before the shuffling of feet was heard, indicating that everyone was going back inside, the occasional glance of shame being shot at Zoro in the process.

    When the sound had stopped, and you determined that everyone was surely gone, you let out a deep, shaky sigh, and shook your head in disappointment.

    “Why am I suddenly reacting to such a stupid concept when I never have before? What the hell is wrong with me…” You paused, lifting your head to look out further. “No. The only thing wrong with me is my vision, and… and the fact that even today, I still dream of the ability to see in colour.” You mumbled. “I thought I blocked out that will long ago…”

    You stood there, mentally scolding yourself for still wishing, and for reacting. But then again, you had always been subconsciously doing so, especially with one activity you did almost every night before you went to sleep.

    Sighing at yourself, you reached into one of your pockets and pulled out a set of seven blank cards, all a different colour corresponding to the rainbow. Now well into the evening, you shuffled through each card, staring at each one of them for a good three minutes flat.

    During this period, the door leading outside creaked open, and you paused, narrowing your eyes at the sound.

    “I thought I told you guys to get lost!” You called out, not turning around to face whoever came out.

    “I think you need to talk this out with someone sane and not prone to uncanny outbursts, so no, I will not get lost.” Franky’s voice responded to you.

    You stayed quiet after that. The voice belonging to Franky was damn near a blessing, as he was about the only one you would ever let near you when you were pissed. He may be a bit of a moron, but he understood you more than the others did. Remaining silent, you let him approach you while you looked back downa t the cards.

    “You doing okay _______? You normally don’t snap like that when someone mentions colour.” He asked, noting your previous reaction.

    “I… I dunno. I never do that and-… I think I just didn’t expect it, and the way it was said kinda… set me off or something.” You said slowly.

    “Yeah. That wasn’t exactly a suuuper thing to say.” Franky nodded.

    I guess it just kinda sparked the thought of how different I feel because I can’t see colour, and how every day, I still silently dream of being able to see it eventually instead of all these dull grays…” You admitted, shuffling through your cards again.

    Franky stayed silent for a moment, processing your words and sorrows as he began to sympathize for you. It only lasted a moment though, as the shuffling of your cards caught his attention and briefly changed the train of his thought.

    “Hey _______, what are those cards for?” He asked, pointing to the small set in your hands.

    “Oh, these? They’re coloured cards that kids use to learn the colours of the rainbow.” You responded. Watching his expression, you noticed he had a question to inquire on, but but kept it to himself. You knew what was on his mind now. “I know you have a question, and I know what it is. Don’t worry about it. Ithink I’m mostly over my anger now anyway.”

    “Uuh, s-sorry…” Franky said awkwardly.

    “Nah, nah, its fine! At least you’ve got respect.” You commented. “But anyway, I can’t see colour, yes, but I use these to study what you call it. I’ve had these since I was eight, and have always been using them to identify colours- or, shades around me with what you call colours.” You explained. “Each card is a colour of the rainbow, and I can identify them all accordingly in order… well, to an extent.”

    “To an extent?” Franky pondered.

    “Blue, indigo, and purple are all close in shade. It’s difficult to get them at times, but I usually do get it.” You nodded. Here’s I’ll do it for you now.”

    You listed off the colours of the cards in their slightly mixed order to Franky, getting every single one right as you went. It was fairly impressive for someone in your situation, and Franky praised you, letting you know you got every single one right.

    “Oh thank god I thought I messed up there for a moment. But yeah! These are what I use to match your colours to my shades. It makes me seem like a normal vision person.” You said.

    “… That still sounds so depressing. You’ve heard what colour is, but you don’t actually know what it is. If that’s been your whole life then… then how do you know you’re colour blind? It’s all you’ve ever known, so how could you have known any different?” He then asked.

    “Oh that. Well… When I was young, my vision cracked, per say, and I saw a bright flash of something vivid I couldn’t describe before everything went dull again. I was from a fairly wealthy family so at the time they took me to a very good eye doctor. I wasn’t an idiot, so when the doctor was speaking with my parents, I heard the cones and rods of my eyes were completely messed up, and that made me only see in black and white. That sudden vivid streak was colour, and I would never be able to see it again. MY eyes were far too damaged on the inside, and whatever was used to pick up colour was nearly broken. Nearly though. He said it would take an extremely rare and powerful pair of uniquely crafted glasses, which also didn’t exist at all, to fix this. They would supposedly enhance the colour receptors beyond the power of any known type of eye enhancer. But, no one would craft them. It was impossible, and that tiny bit of hope was shredded. That one sign that I may be able to see in colour in minuscule   and meaningless. No one can create what I need to see properly. I live in a world of shades.” You explained in depth, looking down most of the time as you did so.

    “Impossible glasses… That must’ve… crushed you as a child.” Franky said sympathetically.

    “Not really. It was the norm anyway. Besides, the doctor said something about some super rare stone fusion to make the glasses. Even now it still doesn’t make sense what he said. All I know is our shitty little island didn’t have any of that on it.” You mumbled grumpily.

    “Do you mind if I ask what kind of fusion it was?” Franky pondered curiously.

    “He called it rainbow aura quartz. It a spiritual stone thing, but its unique properties of quartz fused with other metals was supposedly the thing that would make glasses refract light into my eyes a certain way that it would fix my vision.” You told him. “Sounds like a load of bullshit if you ask me.

    Franky paused, eyes slightly widened under his shades at the words you said. “Rainbow aura quartz. Uh, _______, I’m sorry but I just realized something. The channels need fixing. Channel three was having some extreme problems. I’m sorry this is such a bad time to remember but if I don’t fix it now the channels could lock. Jeez I’m so sorry.” He sputtered out.

    “Oh god no don’t be! You fix that before out ship is screwed. I’m sorry for taking up your time! By all means, go right ahead and get down there.” You said with a friendly gesture.

    “Thank you.” Franky nodded in response, dashing off and back inside.

    You sighed and looked back down at the water once more once the door clicked shut. What an abrupt departure. So deep into the conversation too. You didn’t really want him to go after all, as it was nice to have someone to talk to who actually listens. Shaking your head, you felt as if you almost drove him off with your sap story and urge to complain about your problems. In fact, you feared he left because he became annoyed with you, and that was the last thing you wanted the person you cared for so dearly in your heart to think about you.

    *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

    Franky ran into his factory at top speed, slamming his hands down onto his desk. He wasn’t going to fix any channels. They were all just fine. What he was going to do though, was what his heart told him to do. Ripping open one of his drawers, he pulled out stacks of crystals and metals of all different kinds, spreading them out across his drafting table.

    Upon the very mention of rainbow quartz fusion, his mind began whirling with previous knowledge. He knew standard crystal fusion and the melding of rock and metal and other kinds of things to create alloys and new substances of the sort. Rainbow quartz was on that list of things he knew how to fuse. It wasn’t the easiest one to do, but he did know how to do it.

    The single thought running though the cyborg’s mind was ‘I can make this, and I can create the glasses no one would for her. I can make _______ genuinely smile in appreciation for the world. I can do this’. Franky was extremely determined to make you these glasses with his finely honed crafting skills, and he would kill himself doing it if he had to.

    “I just need quartz, and a bit of this metal, and that metal, and even a bit of this crystal over here! Yes! I have all the necessary elements. I can do this.” Franky told himself in a hushed working tone, heart thumping hard with exhilaration and anticipation for his spontaneous plan to work, silently pleading that it would.

    Without further hesitation, Franky got out all the tools he needed and began to fuse the crystals and metals together into a hot mixture in one container, making glass in another, while bending a small wire frame into the idea shape to hold the lenses currently in production that would complement your face. The standard melted glass sitting in one container was ready, and the fusion of crystals and metals sat finished in another, swirling in a silvery rainbow mixture. Now all he had to do was create the perfect balance of the two things and make the perfect glasses.

    With high concentration, he poured, mixed, and combined everything, setting, shaping, and tempering the glass into a lens shape fit for the frames he just made, gently sliding and fixing the newly crafted and still warm glass into the frames. Franky put damn near all of his heart and effort into this, and when completed, the rectangular framed glasses had a slight tint to them; a grayish but slightly rainbow swirl kind of tint that made them look almost like weak sunglasses. But he knew they wouldn’t be shading out anything. They would be enhancing. He just knew. He could feel it.

    Glancing at a clock, he realized that he had been down here for a good hour in reality, even though everything seemed to go by so very quickly. Cooling the glasses, Franky put them in a small case and prayed that he didn’t give off the wrong impression when he left, and began to rush back up to the main deck where he hoped you still lingered.

    *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

    Running out the door at top speed, Franky skidded to a slower pace on the grass and trued to compose himself, finding you still in the same place you were before. By now the sun had set even more by now, the sun dipping down into the sea and creating the effect of gorgeous purples and pinks swirling in both the sky and the water.

    Walking up to you with a calmer composure, he stood at your side at the railing. “Sorry I was gone so long. The channel was uh, really messed up.” He spoke up, playing off his previous fib to get away and make what he was sure would work.

    Slightly startled by his appearance, you looked up quickly before sighing with relief upon the realization that it was him. “Hey! Nah, its fine. I was probably holding you back with all my blathering. But did you get it fixed?” You asked. “It sounded really bad if you rushed off that quick.”

    “Actually…” Franky paused, reconsidering his act, “It… wasn’t the channels at all I ran off to fix.” He finally said. “I was actually in my factory working on something extremely important that was rather spur of the moment. It was, well, for you.”

    “Pardon?” You questioned. “You ran off to make something for… me?” You added on with a tone of disbelief. Your heart relaxed a bit though, knowing that you didn’t end up driving him off after all.

    “Yeah, I did. Spur of the moment, like I said, but, this is actually really important so uh… take this please.” He said, handing you the small case that contained the glasses he had just made.

    Watching him carefully, you took the box and looked it over. Gingerly, you flipped the latch open of the case and found a pair of lightly shaded glasses sitting inside. “Glasses?” You questioned. “Why would I need glasses? I’m colour blind, not blind blind. And they look like sunglasses too. What’s the occasion?”

    “Just- trust me. Try them on for a moment please.” Franky urged.

    “Well, alright then. It can’t kill me to try em on. Besides, I could have some killer swag if I did.” You joked.

    Taking the glasses out of the case, you snapped it shut and slid the glasses on, pushing any stray hairs aside for proper vision. Then, you stopped moving, frozen in place, staring in one direction. The glasses case in your hand had now slipped out, dropping to the deck as you remained still.

    “_-_______> are you okay?” Franky asked, concerned for your sudden change in attitude.

    “Franky… What is all this… this brightness? It’s vivid and, and everywhere.” You spoke up, eyes darting around the deck in confusion.

    Franky let out a stuttered sigh of success, suddenly pleased with his achievement. “_______, that is what you can now call colour.” He replied.

    “You… You made glasses… That can let me see… Colour?”

    “I was moved by your story, and upon hearing the rainbow aura quartz part, I knew it wasn’t impossible. I know how to fuse crystals and metals together, so I decided to create what those doctors were too lazy to do; free of charge.” He nodded.

    “Colour…” You mumbled. Quickly, you whipped out your flash cards again, and stared at them. “Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, purple… They’re all so distinct. They’re… Indescribable.” You listed, putting the cards back. Turning around, you began to look over at the sunset. “I can see that colour you call pink, mixed colours, shades, highlights- I can see it all now. It’s so… so beautiful.”

    “This is what you’ve been missing out on. The extra detail in this world’s beauty. It’s a pretty good explanation as to why it upset you when people made comments on you not being able to see colour.” Franky said, leaning on the railing beside you.

    “I-I didn’t think I’d ever be able to see colour ever in my life… T-thank you.” You stammered out, tears forming in the corners of your eyes. “It’s just so unbelievable. W-what can I ever do to replay you for this gift?”

    “You can do absolutely nothing. The only payment I wanted out of this, was to see you be genuinely happy.” Franky responded.

    You choked up a bit at this statement, a few tears already free falling. “Why though… why would you go waste your time on such a complicated thing?” You asked once more, still doubting everything that was happening.

    “Well… I’d do anything to see the person I love smile.” He replied simply, giving you an honest smile.

    You gasped slightly and felt your face get hot. Looking at the bridge of your nose, you seen it tint a light shade of red or pink; the colour of fluster, and of love. Not really caring, your heart almost melted as more tears fell, you running the short distance into Franky and pulling him into a massive hug.

    “Franky I-I-Thank you! I just… me… you… love… I-!” You stammered out, finding yourself incapable of making proper sentences. “You’re the only one who listens, who genuinely cares, and for that, I-I’ve grown to love you too, is what I’m trying to say… I guess…” You finally stammered out, clutching him tighter. “Thank you.”

    “I’d only do it for you. I’ve always wanted to see you genuinely smile as you see the beauty in the world on a whole new level. Mostly because I love your smile…” He paused with a sheepish tone. “So I did it so I could see you smile without the slightest hint of sadness or regret.”

    “I… still feel like I should repay you. I just have to, for such a meaningful gift. I-I have something in mind… W-would you mind if I did?” You stuttered slightly, looking up at him with a deeper blush.

    “Well, if you insist.” Franky nodded.

    “Y-you gotta lean down first though… You’re really tall…” You said quietly, averting your eyes.

    Obeying, Franky slowly leaned down so his head level was closer to yours. Looking back up again, you glanced at his lips before looking into his eyes over the slightly tilted down shades he wore, whispering one more ‘thank you’ before bringing your lips to meet his in a nervous but thankful kiss.

    Catching him a little off guard, you both stood in an awkward shock briefly. Franky was the first to relax though, and gently breathe out and kiss back, relaxing you in return and creating a warm aura of passion around the two of you. It was one of the most awkward yet passionate things you’ve ever done in your life, but, it came from your heart, and you meant it too. However brief the kiss was, it still felt right, and that’s all that mattered.

    Lasting with his warmth for a bit longer, you eventually pulled back, staring up at him with gleaming eyes.

    “Thank you… for everything, Franky.” You mumbled with your first genuine smile of the evening.

    “Anything for you _______.” He replied, wiping the still falling tears from your face.

    “Yes. Thanks to you, I’m no longer colour blind.” You nodded, smiling brightly.