Disclaimer: No, I don't own it.
AN: Hopefully this turns out good. Ichi centric; takes place during his little emo phase. :). Probably not so good, but I need to get started with something.
m i r r o r . r o r r i m
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What would they say, if they could all see you now?
You know the answer to that question. It's staring you in the face - it's smirking at your sullen mood. It's loving how dissheveled you look - since you've been to scared to look in a mirror, never knowing what you might see. You know it's there, but you still try to squeeze your eyes shut, and pretend that there's nothing at all, just your reflection scowling back at you. Honestly, you don't even know why you bother anymore - like it loves to remind you almost daily, it's there, and it's there to stay.
You'll be the one leaving
Your eyes are shut so tight that it actually hurts. Your fists are clenched on the porcelain of the sink's basin. You've been trying to close off your mind - maybe if you don't think about it, or try to trick yourself into thinking it's not there then-
You'll go just as crazy
It's laughing, it's mocking you, it's drinking up your fear. You can feel it's presence, just there like a brain tumor; one that no chemo in the world can finish off.
"Ichi-nii? What are you doing in there?" Another voice floats from behind the bathroom door. You snap up instinctively, only to regret it.
You looked in the mirror.
White hair. Black eyes. Yellow irises. Demonic smirk. Orange hair. White eyes. Brow irises. Depressed scowl.
And it wasn't your face that you saw.