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tatsuki & mizuiro
( flipside )
disclaimer: I do not own bleach.
She doesn't know him beyond a face, a smiling and charming veneer. His smile is like a beacon, bright and beautiful and absolutely clear in the dead of the night. There is little doubt that if she saw him in a crowd, or catch him in the corner of her eye, there would be that pretty, pretty smile on his face, lingering too long for it not to fade.
Tatsuki is no fool to insincerity and Mizuiro's smile pales considerably compared to Ichigo, nine years old, his grin as wide as a galaxy, twinkling stars mere replicas of his teeth.
Perhaps it is her distance that allows her to see right through him and know his gentle demeanour to be false, for she sees another side of him, whenever his phone is found in his hand.
She notices that he becomes colder and subjective, hard steel added to the usual molten glint in his eye. Brittle and frosty, his smile no longer resides on his face the moment that his phone is fastened onto his tightly clenched hand, attached like Velcro and it won't come off.
Tatsuki discerns two sides to Mizuiro and wonders if Keigo, usually such an idiot, only feigns incompetence to shy away from that stranger.
Wonders which one is real.
Wonders why she doesn't just grab his phone and crush it within the palm of her hands, the strength of her feet and demand from that boy, master of lies, why doesn't he show his true colours and stop hiding behind a feeble façade?
But is it her business to know?
After all, she is just a schoolgirl, watching a schoolboy hang up from his phone and dazzle a faceless crowd before he fades away.