In the darkest of rooms a young child stood alone starring at a tall mirror. Nearby, a few streets down, the roaring of the calm sea could be heard just outside the window. A gust of lovely wind entered the young ones bedroom, fully opening the slightly ajar window. The wind made its way across the room, rustling papers and books, and finally landing along the small child. The loving wind lingered longer then normal, playing with the young ones hair, brushing its cheeks as if it was saying good night and finally left. A small sigh escaped the child's lips wishing the wind and it's affection had stayed a moment longer.
"Haruka?"
A small girl, barely older then 12, was leaning against the full sized bed that occupied the bedroom. Her long strange colored hair fell softly against her fair delicate skin making her look like a princess of the night. The child, Haurka, stoic expression softened slightly.
"What's wrong" The girl whispered softly walking up to the other child and resting her head gently on the others shoulder.
"…" The young one did not know what to say. They only looked up and stared at the reflection before them.
A young, girlish body stared back in the mirror. Long legs, a slight curve forming from the hips, small breasts and a small frame. Their hair blew before the two children in the wind, the long blonde locks dancing mockingly in front of the child.
"Why me?" Haruka finally said. The wind had stopped and the small girl looked at the mirror and at her friends beautiful form. She then looked at the child next to her and saw the exact opposite. "Why do I look like both?" The young girl starred again at the mirror and now saw a more masculine body. Starring again at her friend beside her she noticed the change. She stroked the child's hand nuzzling into the others shoulder.
"Michiru…"
The girl looked up waiting.
"I don't like it"
Michiru smiled softly, feeling the others aggressive pain and holding them more.
"You are beautiful dear Haruka. You are beautiful."
"But..I don't…I wish I could.."
The young one stammered, clenching their fists and biting down on their lips hard as to not let out a sob.
"Wish what?" The other pried gently. Stroking the arm she was holding.
"Wish I could choose."
Michiru looked up and starred at her friend..
The wind blew in again and danced around Haruka once more, in attempt to cheer the young one up.
"If you could choose?.."
Haruka snapped out of their daze and looked down at Michiru.
"If you could choose…which one would you want to be more?"
Haruka starred at the smaller for a while before looking back at their own reflection.
"I can't just choose which one I want to be though….because I am both."
Michiru nodded and nuzzled her friends shoulder once again.
"What if…you could be both…whenever you wanted?"
"How would I do that?.."
Michiru softly grabbed a strand of the others hair and some scissors from the desk nearby and with one swift movement chopped it off.
Haruka's eyes widened with anxiety.
There was only one reason, a very important reason as to why their hair was as long as it was. It was the very thing that chained them to that gender. A gender that was forced upon them.
Michiru smiled as she caressed Haruka's cheek comforting them immediatley. She continued snipping off the others hair, turning it into a cute and genderless cut.
Michiru stood back admiring her work and waited for Haruka to react.
The child stared into the reflection again seeing both bodies and feeling a bit more free. Feeling a bit more normal.
Haruka let out a light childish laugh as a strong gust of wind blew through the window and wisped around the young body while grabbing the stranded lone hairs and taking them away.
"I'm a he."
He stated. Haruka turned around to see what the other thought of his new look and pronoun and received a little laugh.
For once in a long time, Haruka smiled, feeling the most overpowering emotion he had ever felt for the other.