Inspired by the iNSaNiTY aSYLuM ReMiX, which solitaryloner introduced to me.
Partner fic to iNSaNiTY, which will let you make sense of this fic if you read it.
EDIT: 11/02/2013
Ever since he could speak, could observe and remember what he observed, he knew he was different.
Maybe it was his eyes. One blue as the skies, the other green as the leaves he loved to shred with idle fingers outside in the gardens. They weren't the same, an uncommon occurrence, giving you a unique appearance.
That's what others thought. But he knew better, knew that it wasn't his eyes, wasn't his hair, silver and rare and defying gravity.
He knew it wasn't his physical traits that made him different than the rest – if it weren't for his hair and his eyes, after all, he would have been normal. Would have blended in easily.
It was, actually, his mind.
He knew better to flaunt it, despite his basic hubris deep within. To show what society considered 'dark' and 'wrong' with their 'morals' would have been foolish, and lead to him being locked up. So he kept it from everyone else. He degraded himself, pretended to be 'normal'. Cheerful, happy, light, even if that was what made him angry inside.
All they saw was a gifted child. He smiled, and let them think so. If that was what they saw, who was he to argue?
So he smiled and met, greeted everyone with cheer easily faked plastered onto his face.
All but one fell for it.
The girl with red hair and red eyes paused in the middle of shaking his hand, tipped her head to one side, and asked a question.
Are you like me?
He paused. I'm not sure what you mean.
She smiled, then, and within her he could feel the starbursts, the colour of it all. Don't you?
She was a splash of colour, fireworks in the dull, starless black sky that surrounded him. A fresh breath of air, a welcome change to the boring repetition of life.
She was someone like you.
That both repulsed and attracted him at the same time. How odd. What were the chances?
He wasn't sure if he wanted to be near her or away from her.
Not that it mattered. Unlike him, she didn't try to mask her differences with mere gifted talent, genius. She showed all of it, even the parts that made others question whether she was sane or not.
Sane. Ha! What mattered more, skill, or sanity? She wasn't as harmful as he could be, but she was taken away to the white buildings.
He laughed. Then he wondered if the odd feeling he felt after the initial joy was compassion. Remorse.
But what could he have done? Whatever remorse was, it didn't make sense in this situation.
What's wrong, Piko?
He paused before faking a mask of compassion, before turning around to face the worried woman that gave birth to someone different. Nothing. I just miss her, that's all.
He did, really. He would have loved to conduct some experiments on her.
As it was . . . .
Good-bye, Miki.