Two cold eyes blinked at their twin, reflexively closing slightly as a gloved finger slightly trailed underneath them. A hiss came from his lips at the touch, causing a fist to knock against the mirror.

His face... his perfect beautiful face... it was half gone.

Mello couldn't stop the shaking sobs that were coming out of nowhere. This had to happen to him. The one person in the world who had done everything to deserve everything else but this.

This world full of impurities, his appearance had been one of the good things he saw in the world.

Now, it was impossible to even look upon himself higher than the rest of the world's population. Without his stunning good looks, he was nobody. Another violent sob shook through him at this realization.

A redheaded boy peeked around the corner of the bathroom doorway, lit cigarette between his lips and a DS in one hand. Only one thought ran through the boy's mind about the scene in front of him:

God, Mello was vain.

Hard To Be a Diamond in a Rhinestone World by Blood on the Dance Floor.