Disclaimer: I own no part of Tokyo Babylon or X/1999. This fanfiction was written solely for entertainment purposes.
Rating: K+. Because I said so.
Warnings: Uh. Spoilers for vol. 17, I guess. Overplayed, probably. God forgive me.
Summary: (ONE SHOT)(Drabbleish) When Subaru looks into the mirror, he sees them. And he isn't sure, really, how he feels about it.
Dedication: For Penny. Because you, dahling, are the one who opened my eyes to the world of Seishiro and Subaru and X/1999 and Tokyo Babylon in the first place. Much love! (edit) ... And thank you so much for catching the error... Eheh... That was dumb...
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Mirror, Mirror
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When Subaru looks into the mirror, he sees them.
And he isn't sure, really, how he feels about it.
Maybe he hates it, hates being an image of the two people he loved the most—the two people who died in his stead. The two people he killed, no matter the circumstances. No matter if it was indirectly or if it was by his own hand.
He misses them with all that's left of him—misses them with every cell in his body.
Misses them with each and every shard of his shattered heart.
Misses them with each and every breath that he takes because he knows that the only reason why his brain still functions and his heart still beats and his lungs still pump air is because they died. Because of the choices they made even though they knew the consequences.
But maybe he likes being an image of the two people he loved the most. Maybe he likes being this strange fusion.
Maybe he likes having a part of Hokuto-chan and a part of Seishiro-san literally implanted into his physical being, juxtaposed beside one another, divided by only a wall of flesh and cartilage.
Because they're there, staring back at him in the mirror.
The green of Hokuto-chan's eyes—his since birth—though lonelier and less lively and less happy. And Seishiro-san's eyes, too—newly embedded into his flesh, strange and foreign sitting in this face of Subaru's. They belong with Seishiro-san, but Seishiro-san, through Fuuma, gave it to Subaru, and Subaru… Subaru wants something of Seishiro-san to carry anyway, not just the lingering blood on his hands that he can't seem to wash away with any amount of soap.
Sometimes these eyes in the mirror taunt him, of course, and Subaru wants to smash it—to beat it with his fist—to make—it—go—away.
To make the reminder go away.
But sometimes, he just stares and stares and remembers their smiles, their laughter, the way they moved, the way they spoke, the way they were.
He replays the memories and skirts around any glimpses of blood and looks at Hokuto and Seishiro in the mirror—a part of him, now—and thinks that maybe it's okay if he just leaves the mirror there for another day.
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.notes.
Ah… Probably been done before, and by much better authors—not that I've seen it before, but I have a hunch. If you see something that you think resembles another piece too closely for comfort, please tell me first. I'll remove it immediately (as long as you tell me where you think I plagiarized from).
No, I haven't read volume 18 yet. I should. But I was broke and couldn't buy it. :cries:
That said: First X – Tokyo Babylon fic. Please review. I will love you all and try to respond.
--raspberry