He's unique, just like everyone else.
Title: Generic
Theme: Vaseline (#14) – theme taken from 101_Kisses themes
Genre: General/Vignette
Rating: PG
Zared transformed and stood in front of his full-length mirror, using two fingers to pick distastefully at the bland shirt.
Mouth twisting unpleasantly, he studied himself and compared the outfit to the other shitennou.
Shoulder epaulettes. Little jewel on the upper right chest region, holding ugly shirt closed. Stiff collar, buttoned. Pants same color as ugly shirt. Green colored piping that, contrary to popular belief, clashed horribly with his eyes. Boots. Cape that served no purpose.
Tilting his head side to side, he also evaluated the magic earrings that never failed to appear. He wished they wouldn't; he chose not to wear earrings on a daily basis because it led to confusion.
While Haruka may not have minded, Zared did.
But when he was Zoisite, they pierced his ears every single time. He wrinkled his nose. It was just another way to make them all the same.
He could understand the purpose of uniformity, but he hated knowing that he was completely different from everyone else on the planet, except for the other three shitennou, who he immediately blended in with.
He wondered if he was vain, or if the cookie-cut annoyed anyone else.
But even if he was vain – which he _would_ admit – he knew it wasn't really the uniform that irritated him. It was the grouping.
He was a shitennou. He was the shitennou with long, curly hair. He was the shitennou who was the same height as Jadeite. The shitennou closest to Kunzite.
He was Endymion's guardian. He used to be Mercury's lover. Serenity's friend. The senshi's enemy. Beryl's pawn. A rock.
They all were, with a slight variation in the lover department.
Their stories were not only the same; their stories were one story. They lived as a single entity. Fate had them linked in such a way that what happened to one, happened to the others.
Hobbies varied. Jobs differed. But at the end of the day, their lives intertwined like a braid, forming one solid rope.
'One.'
And they didn't do it on purpose, but they had become accustomed to living as one; old habits die hard. Even in the Dark Kingdom, they had all essentially had the same purpose. They hadn't been assigned different tasks. Their missions all consisted of the same goal, which they all went about with parallel endings.
Zoisite fell back onto his bed and flashed into Zared. Zared crossed his hands behind his head and watched the ceiling.
He was Zared. He was an individual. He was unique.
He'd find a way to show everyone how different he was from the others. Like getting a nose ring, or shaving his head-
But what would be the point? As soon as he transformed, all differences would disappear.
He'd still be a shitennou, and he'd still have to wear those goddamned earrings.
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