Disclaimer: I know I don't own any of the X characters, but I still want to
remain disillusioned.
Note before reading: it would be better if you read the prequel to this. "Truth hurts, or does it?"
Ornately decorated, its silver inlay catching the light every time light fell on it, it was a craftsman's dream. Infringed with a pearl that glowed and a diamond that sparkled, anyone would have wanted it. Anyone that is, who had no fear of death or of what the mirror held.
To the uninformed, it was only a pretty trinket, nothing more. Embedded deep in the sea bed, almost covered by corals that grew wildly around, the only things that viewed its magnificent beauty were the fishes. It was buried for good reason.
Beautiful though it was, the mirror had left a trail of destruction in its wake. As the legend went, this mirror was nothing special. Not at first. It was said that there was once a very arrogant and proud God. He was vain and very ruthless. Plundering from a village, he had seized this mirror from the chief of the village. Above all his possessions, he had prized this very mirror the most. Looking into it day after day, he had fallen under the mirror's spell of beauty.
He ignored people for days, just gazing in delight at the mirror. Seeing this, his lover, a Goddess herself, grew jealous of the mirror and cursed him to spend eternity with his mirror. Unknowingly, her hatred was so powerful that the curse really took effect. The mirror was cursed with the very soul of the God. The God swore that one day his spirit would break out of the mirror. However, that could only be achieved though perfection, as such was the curse. Ironically, perfection would mean the end of the world.
Whenever a person had the misfortune to graze into the mirror, the person would see a picture. The terrifying thing was that the mirror showed many things, sometimes the future, sometimes the past, sometimes what could have been, sometimes what a person felt, thought or would do. Yet each time an image was shown, no one knew what the image really meant. That was the danger of the mirror.
A person could go mad trying to figure out what the hidden message was. Relationships were destroyed instantly as people greedily sought ways to make what they had seen come true. The mirror seemed to have a life of its own, demanding destruction and despair. It only showed images to people who had the power to change the world; top executives, presidents.. The last person to own the mirror had recognized the evil and had buried it deep in the sea bed, away from prying eyes, before succumbing to the madness the mirror had brought.
Using precious resources she could ill afford, Kanoe finally found the mirror. Even its whereabouts were kept so secret that Satsuki took more than a week to find it. Knowing its history, Kanoe planned to use the mirror to bring Fuuma and Seishirou back into the fold of the dragons of the earth. How exactly, she was not that sure. However, she was confident enough that the mirror would somehow sense the possibility of fulfilling her wish and the dragons would then continue their disastrous deeds.
Malice in her eyes, she clutched the mirror, grazing almost reverently at it, and then the surface of the mirror clouded. Kanoe tried to pry her eyes away, cursing inwardly for forgetting that the mirror could also affect her. Yet, she was drawn to it, and she looked on.
Two little girls, smiling and leaning against each other. The younger one was pointing to the dark lit sky, which was illuminated by twinkling stars. A metal telepathy of a voice: Beauty that you show me is something I cannot see. Beauty of the earth, I wish to see, but my destiny does not allow that. The younger girl breaks down and cries pitifully, while the other sister can only mutely stare into the sky, her stare strangely vapid and lost.
Kanoe wrenched her eyes away, sobs rising in her throat. The memories of the past surged through her, and the world swirled around her. Frantically, as if she could not breathe, she clawed in the air, as if trying to erase the picture of the past. No surprise, she knew it was the past, a memory long gone.
Getting control of herself, she settled back, a little disappointed. What if the mirror only chose to show people the past? It would not be doing any good if that was the case. Fuuma and Seishirou rarely seemed to possess a conscience and bringing them to the past might prove a waste of her time and money. Then, she brightened. They might get nostalgic and decide to return to their old ways. It seemed as though fate was always intervening.
In some weird street....
Seishirou was perusing the stocks of a quaint thrift shop, looking for a gift for Subaru. It was just a hunch that Subaru would want him to give a gift. After all, they had been together for almost a month. And Subaru had weird notions of celebrating anniversaries. Nothing wrong with that, it was just strange. Seishirou did not like giving presents, especially if they were returned with a sneer or a polite thank you.
He had no doubt that Subaru would accept the gift and give him a big smile and thank you. However, he always was doubtful that Subaru was just saying it to make him feel as if the gift was good. Subaru would not want to hurt his feelings.
Absently, he trailed a finger past old books, nothing worth buying. He turned to leave, when he caught sight of his reflection. The reflection came attached with a mirror. It was intriguing. It was not a mirror that girls used, in fact, he liked the design. The pearl and diamond made it seem all the more precious and the intricate cravings was something that he knew Subaru would love.
Picking up the mirror gingerly, he walked to the cashier.
"How much?"
The shopkeeper looked startled and Seishirou figured that the shop probably did not have much of a business. It was practically deserted as it was hidden away in a corner.
"I'm not sure. I don't seem to recall having that mirror." The shopkeeper looked puzzled and scratched his head, trying hard to remember.
"It's ok, how about I just quote you a price? Since it has a diamond and a pearl..."
"Oh? The diamond and pearl probably aren't real, so I'll sell it to you for a couple thousand yen?"
Since it was cheaper than Seishirou had expected it to be, he did not even bother bargaining. Wrapping up the mirror, the shopkeeper reminded Seishirou that it could not be refunded or exchanged. Seishirou just gave him a slight smile and picked up his purchase, feeling proud of himself. There was no way Subaru would not like his gift.
As Seishirou made his way back to his apartment, he recalled the past events that had occurred after he and Fuuma had made their startling decision. It was hard to believe that it was almost a month since their dramatic end to things.
They had made their way slowly to the Seal's house they shared, talking about how to break the news to them. Fuuma, as usual, had suggested they do it with a bang. Subaru had pooh poohed the idea, saying it was the usual immature thing he would expect to see from one with such a small brain. Of course he had said it as a joke, but it was as good an excuse as any for Fuuma to try and beat the crap out of Subaru. That had resulted in quite a long fight, wasting time. Yet, when they had all collapsed exhausted on the grass by the roadside, Subaru had said it was the best fight he had ever had; mainly because no one was bleeding or in need of a hospital.
Seishirou himself had just shook his head, wondering how he had ever gotten involved with people who amused themselves by getting into fights. Then, he realized that he had done it countless times too. He then wondered if the fight was a delayed tactic, and judging from Kamui's face, he gathered that it was. Kamui was nervous, plain and simple.
Slipping a hand through the boy's surprised hand, Seishirou had managed to calm Kamui down, assuring that if the Seals thought he was mad and tried to throw him out, at least he still had Fuuma. That seemed to do the trick, and then Kamui had quickly hustled them to the house to get it over and done with. Fuuma rang the doorbell before anyone could stop him.
Frantic footsteps echoed. Kamui gave a sheepish grin, remembering that he had been out the whole day without telling anyone his whereabouts. Sorata opened the door, Arashi right behind him. Yuzuriha bounded up with Inuki, grinning when she saw Kamui. It was almost interesting to see the reactions, thought Seishirou. Arashi had screamed, rather surprisingly, while Sorata had turned a very pale side of grey at the sight of Fuuma.
Hurriedly, Kamui had hastened to explain the situation. Sorata had fallen to his knees, and then pounded his fists on the floor. Thinking that Sorata was going into shock, Subaru quickly tried to assist him.
"Oh, this is some bad dream, right? Haha, very funny. Oh, Kamui, how did you even manage to get someone who looked so much like that crazy freak to pretend to fall in love with you?"
"Crap, he's disillusioned." Kamui looked anxiously at the rest of the Seals. Arashi merely put her hand on Sorata's shoulders, and gave him a tight slap. The sound echoed around, sending Sorata back to reality.
"Thanks, I needed that. My poor heart can't take too much of this." Sorata gathered himself, and then seemed to realize that it was anything but an illusion. Sitting at the table a few minutes later, he was ready to accept anything and after enquiring if that was what Kamui really wanted, he was alright with it.
"Does that mean we don't need to save the world anymore?" Yuzuriha smiled. She clapped her hands together, "What a perfect solution." And all the Seals had agreed. None of them were particularly interested in a fight to the death.
Fuuma, silent all this while, raised his head, a perfect picture of contrite. "Sorry, I know sorry can't take away all I've done, but I really am sorry." Grudgingly, he was forgiven. Hinoto took the news calmly, and when she spoke to them telepathically, she sounded pleased.
Subaru had moved out, to live with Seishirou. And here they were now, celebrating their one month anniversary. A marvel, thought Seishirou. He returned back to the present.
At home, he unwrapped the mirror, grazing at it in delight. His delight grew into puzzlement when the mirror clouded, and vague images formed.
Seishirou smiled. It was a perfect picture, he and Subaru were intertwined into each other's arms, Subaru's face a picture of bliss. Then, all of a sudden, Seishirou's hand went through Subaru's heart, blood spattered everyone. A horrified cry strangled out of Seishirou's mouth, and the image vanished.
"No!" Seishirou could not believe his eyes, and forced himself to look into the mirror again. Nothing. There was nothing. Was what he had seen real? Confused, Seishirou pushed the mirror away, shaking visibly. He was too shook up by the image he had seen to realize that he was not alone.
Subaru had returned minutes after Seishirou had seen the image, and with concern melting in his eyes, he shook Seishirou.
"Are you ok? You don't look so good." Enfolding Seishirou into his arms, Subaru planted a soft kiss on Seishirou's head.
"I'm fine."
Then, all of a sudden, "Will you ever leave me one day?"
Subaru looked shocked, and hurt. In response, he took out a gift and a note. Silently, Seishirou took it from him, pushing the mirror towards Subaru. While Subaru looked at the mirror, it was clear his attention was focused on Seishirou and his reaction to the gift and note.
The note said simply, "Even when it's hard to believe, even when it seems hope is gone, there will never be a night without a dawn, my love for you will last all eternity." Wordless, Seishirou looked at Subaru. Subaru smiled, and said, "Does that answer your question? By the way, thanks for the mirror, it's definitely what I want."
Seishirou's doubts vanished as he leaned in for another embrace, not noticing that he had nicked his finger on one of the sharp edges of the note. After all, what was a paper cut compared to the scars in his heart? Locked in an embrace, neither of them noticed that a drop of blood had dripped from Seishirou's finger, and dropped on the surface of the mirror, where is shimmered for a moment, and disappeared.
-tbc-
Note: Ok, so I'm not sure what I'm doing. Review!!! This is kind of the aftermath after the whole love story thing. And trust me, I'll never do unhappy endings.
Note before reading: it would be better if you read the prequel to this. "Truth hurts, or does it?"
Ornately decorated, its silver inlay catching the light every time light fell on it, it was a craftsman's dream. Infringed with a pearl that glowed and a diamond that sparkled, anyone would have wanted it. Anyone that is, who had no fear of death or of what the mirror held.
To the uninformed, it was only a pretty trinket, nothing more. Embedded deep in the sea bed, almost covered by corals that grew wildly around, the only things that viewed its magnificent beauty were the fishes. It was buried for good reason.
Beautiful though it was, the mirror had left a trail of destruction in its wake. As the legend went, this mirror was nothing special. Not at first. It was said that there was once a very arrogant and proud God. He was vain and very ruthless. Plundering from a village, he had seized this mirror from the chief of the village. Above all his possessions, he had prized this very mirror the most. Looking into it day after day, he had fallen under the mirror's spell of beauty.
He ignored people for days, just gazing in delight at the mirror. Seeing this, his lover, a Goddess herself, grew jealous of the mirror and cursed him to spend eternity with his mirror. Unknowingly, her hatred was so powerful that the curse really took effect. The mirror was cursed with the very soul of the God. The God swore that one day his spirit would break out of the mirror. However, that could only be achieved though perfection, as such was the curse. Ironically, perfection would mean the end of the world.
Whenever a person had the misfortune to graze into the mirror, the person would see a picture. The terrifying thing was that the mirror showed many things, sometimes the future, sometimes the past, sometimes what could have been, sometimes what a person felt, thought or would do. Yet each time an image was shown, no one knew what the image really meant. That was the danger of the mirror.
A person could go mad trying to figure out what the hidden message was. Relationships were destroyed instantly as people greedily sought ways to make what they had seen come true. The mirror seemed to have a life of its own, demanding destruction and despair. It only showed images to people who had the power to change the world; top executives, presidents.. The last person to own the mirror had recognized the evil and had buried it deep in the sea bed, away from prying eyes, before succumbing to the madness the mirror had brought.
Using precious resources she could ill afford, Kanoe finally found the mirror. Even its whereabouts were kept so secret that Satsuki took more than a week to find it. Knowing its history, Kanoe planned to use the mirror to bring Fuuma and Seishirou back into the fold of the dragons of the earth. How exactly, she was not that sure. However, she was confident enough that the mirror would somehow sense the possibility of fulfilling her wish and the dragons would then continue their disastrous deeds.
Malice in her eyes, she clutched the mirror, grazing almost reverently at it, and then the surface of the mirror clouded. Kanoe tried to pry her eyes away, cursing inwardly for forgetting that the mirror could also affect her. Yet, she was drawn to it, and she looked on.
Two little girls, smiling and leaning against each other. The younger one was pointing to the dark lit sky, which was illuminated by twinkling stars. A metal telepathy of a voice: Beauty that you show me is something I cannot see. Beauty of the earth, I wish to see, but my destiny does not allow that. The younger girl breaks down and cries pitifully, while the other sister can only mutely stare into the sky, her stare strangely vapid and lost.
Kanoe wrenched her eyes away, sobs rising in her throat. The memories of the past surged through her, and the world swirled around her. Frantically, as if she could not breathe, she clawed in the air, as if trying to erase the picture of the past. No surprise, she knew it was the past, a memory long gone.
Getting control of herself, she settled back, a little disappointed. What if the mirror only chose to show people the past? It would not be doing any good if that was the case. Fuuma and Seishirou rarely seemed to possess a conscience and bringing them to the past might prove a waste of her time and money. Then, she brightened. They might get nostalgic and decide to return to their old ways. It seemed as though fate was always intervening.
In some weird street....
Seishirou was perusing the stocks of a quaint thrift shop, looking for a gift for Subaru. It was just a hunch that Subaru would want him to give a gift. After all, they had been together for almost a month. And Subaru had weird notions of celebrating anniversaries. Nothing wrong with that, it was just strange. Seishirou did not like giving presents, especially if they were returned with a sneer or a polite thank you.
He had no doubt that Subaru would accept the gift and give him a big smile and thank you. However, he always was doubtful that Subaru was just saying it to make him feel as if the gift was good. Subaru would not want to hurt his feelings.
Absently, he trailed a finger past old books, nothing worth buying. He turned to leave, when he caught sight of his reflection. The reflection came attached with a mirror. It was intriguing. It was not a mirror that girls used, in fact, he liked the design. The pearl and diamond made it seem all the more precious and the intricate cravings was something that he knew Subaru would love.
Picking up the mirror gingerly, he walked to the cashier.
"How much?"
The shopkeeper looked startled and Seishirou figured that the shop probably did not have much of a business. It was practically deserted as it was hidden away in a corner.
"I'm not sure. I don't seem to recall having that mirror." The shopkeeper looked puzzled and scratched his head, trying hard to remember.
"It's ok, how about I just quote you a price? Since it has a diamond and a pearl..."
"Oh? The diamond and pearl probably aren't real, so I'll sell it to you for a couple thousand yen?"
Since it was cheaper than Seishirou had expected it to be, he did not even bother bargaining. Wrapping up the mirror, the shopkeeper reminded Seishirou that it could not be refunded or exchanged. Seishirou just gave him a slight smile and picked up his purchase, feeling proud of himself. There was no way Subaru would not like his gift.
As Seishirou made his way back to his apartment, he recalled the past events that had occurred after he and Fuuma had made their startling decision. It was hard to believe that it was almost a month since their dramatic end to things.
They had made their way slowly to the Seal's house they shared, talking about how to break the news to them. Fuuma, as usual, had suggested they do it with a bang. Subaru had pooh poohed the idea, saying it was the usual immature thing he would expect to see from one with such a small brain. Of course he had said it as a joke, but it was as good an excuse as any for Fuuma to try and beat the crap out of Subaru. That had resulted in quite a long fight, wasting time. Yet, when they had all collapsed exhausted on the grass by the roadside, Subaru had said it was the best fight he had ever had; mainly because no one was bleeding or in need of a hospital.
Seishirou himself had just shook his head, wondering how he had ever gotten involved with people who amused themselves by getting into fights. Then, he realized that he had done it countless times too. He then wondered if the fight was a delayed tactic, and judging from Kamui's face, he gathered that it was. Kamui was nervous, plain and simple.
Slipping a hand through the boy's surprised hand, Seishirou had managed to calm Kamui down, assuring that if the Seals thought he was mad and tried to throw him out, at least he still had Fuuma. That seemed to do the trick, and then Kamui had quickly hustled them to the house to get it over and done with. Fuuma rang the doorbell before anyone could stop him.
Frantic footsteps echoed. Kamui gave a sheepish grin, remembering that he had been out the whole day without telling anyone his whereabouts. Sorata opened the door, Arashi right behind him. Yuzuriha bounded up with Inuki, grinning when she saw Kamui. It was almost interesting to see the reactions, thought Seishirou. Arashi had screamed, rather surprisingly, while Sorata had turned a very pale side of grey at the sight of Fuuma.
Hurriedly, Kamui had hastened to explain the situation. Sorata had fallen to his knees, and then pounded his fists on the floor. Thinking that Sorata was going into shock, Subaru quickly tried to assist him.
"Oh, this is some bad dream, right? Haha, very funny. Oh, Kamui, how did you even manage to get someone who looked so much like that crazy freak to pretend to fall in love with you?"
"Crap, he's disillusioned." Kamui looked anxiously at the rest of the Seals. Arashi merely put her hand on Sorata's shoulders, and gave him a tight slap. The sound echoed around, sending Sorata back to reality.
"Thanks, I needed that. My poor heart can't take too much of this." Sorata gathered himself, and then seemed to realize that it was anything but an illusion. Sitting at the table a few minutes later, he was ready to accept anything and after enquiring if that was what Kamui really wanted, he was alright with it.
"Does that mean we don't need to save the world anymore?" Yuzuriha smiled. She clapped her hands together, "What a perfect solution." And all the Seals had agreed. None of them were particularly interested in a fight to the death.
Fuuma, silent all this while, raised his head, a perfect picture of contrite. "Sorry, I know sorry can't take away all I've done, but I really am sorry." Grudgingly, he was forgiven. Hinoto took the news calmly, and when she spoke to them telepathically, she sounded pleased.
Subaru had moved out, to live with Seishirou. And here they were now, celebrating their one month anniversary. A marvel, thought Seishirou. He returned back to the present.
At home, he unwrapped the mirror, grazing at it in delight. His delight grew into puzzlement when the mirror clouded, and vague images formed.
Seishirou smiled. It was a perfect picture, he and Subaru were intertwined into each other's arms, Subaru's face a picture of bliss. Then, all of a sudden, Seishirou's hand went through Subaru's heart, blood spattered everyone. A horrified cry strangled out of Seishirou's mouth, and the image vanished.
"No!" Seishirou could not believe his eyes, and forced himself to look into the mirror again. Nothing. There was nothing. Was what he had seen real? Confused, Seishirou pushed the mirror away, shaking visibly. He was too shook up by the image he had seen to realize that he was not alone.
Subaru had returned minutes after Seishirou had seen the image, and with concern melting in his eyes, he shook Seishirou.
"Are you ok? You don't look so good." Enfolding Seishirou into his arms, Subaru planted a soft kiss on Seishirou's head.
"I'm fine."
Then, all of a sudden, "Will you ever leave me one day?"
Subaru looked shocked, and hurt. In response, he took out a gift and a note. Silently, Seishirou took it from him, pushing the mirror towards Subaru. While Subaru looked at the mirror, it was clear his attention was focused on Seishirou and his reaction to the gift and note.
The note said simply, "Even when it's hard to believe, even when it seems hope is gone, there will never be a night without a dawn, my love for you will last all eternity." Wordless, Seishirou looked at Subaru. Subaru smiled, and said, "Does that answer your question? By the way, thanks for the mirror, it's definitely what I want."
Seishirou's doubts vanished as he leaned in for another embrace, not noticing that he had nicked his finger on one of the sharp edges of the note. After all, what was a paper cut compared to the scars in his heart? Locked in an embrace, neither of them noticed that a drop of blood had dripped from Seishirou's finger, and dropped on the surface of the mirror, where is shimmered for a moment, and disappeared.
-tbc-
Note: Ok, so I'm not sure what I'm doing. Review!!! This is kind of the aftermath after the whole love story thing. And trust me, I'll never do unhappy endings.