Fanfiction: The Denial
Chapter: 12
Rated: M
This chapter: K
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Bankotsu came out of the shower for the second time that day, flinging his unbraided hair into a towel. He grabbed another piece of maroon terrycloth, wrapping it around his waist and looking scrupulously into the fogged mirror. He took a step further, resting his palms on the steamy marble counter.
His father, lecher of amazingly varied tastes, had produced him with the help of his Catalonian mother. He could see both staring back at him, even though he barely remembered either of them: his constantly tan skin and straight nose mismatched with wide, upturned eyes and blue-black hair. He fought the sudden urge to punch the mirror, mimic all those stupid dramatic movies Jakotsu watched when he was sad, send them shattering onto the floor. But he had forgotten why he was even angry at them, the father who was dead and the mother who was permanently in prison. There was nothing really left to hate.
"You don't look so good," Jakotsu acknowledged as the bathroom door was closed in leaving. He was lying on the lamplit bed wearing his previously workbound costume change, a black chiffon shirt and leather pants. He was repainting the nails of his right hand, probably damaged in the line of duty.
"You look like a goth." Jakotsu looked up with something he swore was innocent surprise.
"A goth with really good taste, you mean?"
"Yeah. For all the pink you usually wear I don't think you even qualify."
"Thanks." He continued to paint his nails and Bankotsu noticed the careful precision, each layer going on in an undulating shiny stroke. "You just looked sad is all, though, no need to pin it on me that I'm wearing black."
"I'm not sad." It wasn't a lie. He was jealous. He knew that Jakotsu remembered everything about his parents, everything that had happened that had changed them for the rest of their lives whereas all Bankotsu had was a gaping blank memory.
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