Mirror Image
Author's Notes: Two quick things. First of all, I explained Fujin's inability to speak more than one word as deafness/mutness. And second being deaf and mute, she's a pretty good write - after all, she needs some way of conveying her thoughts.
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Delicate fingers, pale and perfect like a china doll's, traced their owner's jawline idily. Imagining the caress belonged to Seifer, Fujin let out a little sigh of longing. This was a terrible prediciment she had found herself in. The albino youth was deeply in love with the leader of the posse she had hung out with since she was young, and yet she was aware that he would never return the feelings. It hurt, but Seifer was too intoxicating, too incredible not to like. Besides, the only way she could 'fall out of love' with him was if she didn't have to see him everyday and that in itself was an impossibility.
Opening eyes that had been up until now closed, Fujin caught her reflection in her bedroom mirror. Was she that unattractive? Her troubled garnet eyes studied her mirror image, looking for some imperfection. She found none beyond the black eyepatch she bore over her left eye, and that in its own way was beautiful, making her more mysterious. And she was well aware that her assessment was the truth and not petty vanity; Fujin was never one for that.
So what kept him from being attracted to her? Was it her speech impediment? Her glass-encased twin nodded. Oh, how her disability kept her from being like everyone else. Being deaf wasn't just something that kept her from hearing, it was something that made her look foolish, no stupid. She was unable to convey even the most simple of ideas correctly in speech, it frusterated her, and obviously turned off other. But if only Seifer could see some of her writings...! If only he could see inside her... see the real her.
A fist met the hard oak of her dresser in frusterated rage. She couldn't show him what she had written! Hell, they were all about him! If he knew that, she ran the risk of never seeing him again, and she couldn't have that. So what the hell was she supposed to do? Stand around, pretending to be little more than a close friend? She had an obligation to herself not to let it happen like that. If only she was capable of sensable speech! Her heart ached, and her mind played over the dozens of possible things she could say to her beloved if only she had the power.
Sighing loudly, she let her rage melt into depression. Maybe if she laid down for awhile she wouldn't feel so down. Besides, even if she didn't the dream world would be all the more sweeter than the waking one, where she would run the risk of seeing -him-. Yes, a nap would definately be nice. Dragging herself over to her bed, Fujin dropped onto the mattress carelessly, and before long she was dead asleep all the while a little part of her hoping never to awaken.
Author's Notes: Two quick things. First of all, I explained Fujin's inability to speak more than one word as deafness/mutness. And second being deaf and mute, she's a pretty good write - after all, she needs some way of conveying her thoughts.
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Delicate fingers, pale and perfect like a china doll's, traced their owner's jawline idily. Imagining the caress belonged to Seifer, Fujin let out a little sigh of longing. This was a terrible prediciment she had found herself in. The albino youth was deeply in love with the leader of the posse she had hung out with since she was young, and yet she was aware that he would never return the feelings. It hurt, but Seifer was too intoxicating, too incredible not to like. Besides, the only way she could 'fall out of love' with him was if she didn't have to see him everyday and that in itself was an impossibility.
Opening eyes that had been up until now closed, Fujin caught her reflection in her bedroom mirror. Was she that unattractive? Her troubled garnet eyes studied her mirror image, looking for some imperfection. She found none beyond the black eyepatch she bore over her left eye, and that in its own way was beautiful, making her more mysterious. And she was well aware that her assessment was the truth and not petty vanity; Fujin was never one for that.
So what kept him from being attracted to her? Was it her speech impediment? Her glass-encased twin nodded. Oh, how her disability kept her from being like everyone else. Being deaf wasn't just something that kept her from hearing, it was something that made her look foolish, no stupid. She was unable to convey even the most simple of ideas correctly in speech, it frusterated her, and obviously turned off other. But if only Seifer could see some of her writings...! If only he could see inside her... see the real her.
A fist met the hard oak of her dresser in frusterated rage. She couldn't show him what she had written! Hell, they were all about him! If he knew that, she ran the risk of never seeing him again, and she couldn't have that. So what the hell was she supposed to do? Stand around, pretending to be little more than a close friend? She had an obligation to herself not to let it happen like that. If only she was capable of sensable speech! Her heart ached, and her mind played over the dozens of possible things she could say to her beloved if only she had the power.
Sighing loudly, she let her rage melt into depression. Maybe if she laid down for awhile she wouldn't feel so down. Besides, even if she didn't the dream world would be all the more sweeter than the waking one, where she would run the risk of seeing -him-. Yes, a nap would definately be nice. Dragging herself over to her bed, Fujin dropped onto the mattress carelessly, and before long she was dead asleep all the while a little part of her hoping never to awaken.