Shattered Glass by Kittyling Thy tender eyes grow all unkind: Gaze no more in the bitter glass. --"The Two Trees", W.B. Yeats *** He hated mirrors. Flawless skin, gorgeous mahogany hair that framed his face and accented perfect features; he didn't need to know if he was beautiful. He was told that enough, to the point where he was nearly sick of it. No, the reason he gazed at his reflection now was something entirely different--a punishment. A reminder. Violet eyes... A hand pressed to cool, reflective glass, head bowed to hide from the gaze of those eyes. The plain black band of his wrist watch provided another source of interest. Turned just slightly, you could almost see the lines of scar tissue beneath it... He snatched his hand away, leaving a smear of crimson on the mirror's surface. Eyes of heliotrope widened, breath catching and then quickening slightly. Blood. Everything was-- --so beautiful, dark chesnut-brown hair damp with sweat and crimson, so much red, green eyes staring lifelessly back and pale skin smeared with blood-- Tsuzuki stumbled backward, a hand reaching to grab at the desk for a means of support, tipping it slightly and knocking the small mirror onto the hardwood floor. Shards of glass stuck in his skin. Small wounds that would quickly heal, not leaving a single mark for anyone to know that they were ever there. So many scars beneath the surface...layers and layers of crimson, and he was bleeding, branded as a demon and punished, and it hurt-- --green eyes more faceted than Hijiri's. So many shades, leaf and spring and emerald, pale skin that was soft to the touch and oh, he wanted to taste it, salty from sweat and coppery-metallic from-- Bile rose in his throat, and Tsuzuki closed his eyes to stop the room from spinning, coughing into his hand and gripping more tightly at the wooden desk to keep himself from falling... ...He'd fallen long ago. He'd reached the point of no return and continued on, and now... Green eyes. Hisoka. return to splash page