Eyes of the Blind
I am the one whose eyes are perpetually half shut to keep the world out and data in. If people were to see my eyes, they'd see right down to my soul. I don't want that. So I block them out and keep my eyes closed. It's easier to watch people that way, they relax thinking that you cannot see them with your eyes shut. I can see them fine. I see the looks they give me, half mean spirited, half full of pity. The pitying ones are harder to bear, when people look at me like that I almost want to keep my eyes opened so that they will realize how much damage they are doing to me. I keep my eyes closed but I am not blind.
My eyes are closed in "sleep", I am the one who always has to be woken. People think I am asleep and cannot possibly perceive when they talk about me. Truth is I'm awake. I hear every cruel word. They say I'm a liability to the team, that I'm just lucky and one day, I'll stop winning. I practice hard, that is something they don't understand. When they leave, who is the last one on the court. Who puts the most time in at home on a personal gym. That makes me a regular and them one of the mass of hundreds who wants to be me. I rest my eyes and body whenever I have a free moment and sometimes I get too comfortable to get up, I'm not asleep. I hear everything that goes one around me. My eyes may be shut, but I am not blind.
Eyes, windows of the soul. Mine are not shut but they are kept behind think, reflective frames. People mistake hiding my eyes for being blind. My eyes are not shut, the glasses do not impair my vision. In fact they are an aid, they make my eyes sharp. They help me see. Others who do not understand mistake helping my vision and keeping other people out for being blind. I am not blind. They will never understand the looks I see them give me and how much it makes me angry. It doesn't hurt anymore because I have become used to teasing and taunting. Rather it makes me angry that people use juvenile ways to express themselves. I hide my eyes behind reflective lenses, but I am not blind.
We are not blind, in fact, more often than not. We. See. Everything.
A/N: Hi, another drabble containing the feelings of Yanagi, Jirou, and Inui respectively. I hope you enjoyed and please, as always review. Thank you to all the lovely people that have reviewed/liked/alerted my stories, I love you all.