Painted Freak

Seiryuu Girl: Well, this is just a vignette by Tomo, about his identity. I wrote this as a break from my other story, on a flash of boredom inspiration (the best fics come when you're bored out of your brain).

Disclaimer: Well, I don't own my own computer. The one I use to write is still stuck on Windows '95 and can't have more than two programs running at the same time. My art set consists of Derwent Watercolours all packed into a case with not enough slots (I really did need the extra "Tamahome's hair" colour. And the "Nuriko's eyes". And the six other assorted seishi coloured pencils. Honest.). My drawings look like I blindfolded myself, stuck the pencil up my nose and decided to do a detailed sketch of the Sistine Chapel's ceiling on a piece of wet cardboard. I can certainly say that I would never be able to write a good anime plot even for a lifetime supply of double choc chip school canteen cookies (the best cookies ever). Now, seriously, given the facts, can you safely conclude I own Fushigi Yuugi? I didn't think so.





I am a boy, a little child never allowed to be whom he wants to be. Nor do I wish to have the privilege. I am fine the way I am. But still I become the painted freak.

I am an actor. I show myself to be people I am not. I depict that role with skill and grace. I prove I am more than one small man. But still I become the painted freak.

I am powerful. I am brave. I can twist reality into a strange world of illusions and fear. I am almost unbeatable. But still I become the painted freak.

I am in love. I care for one, and one alone. He, with his power and manipulations, is my leader and will never care. It hurts me. But still I become the painted freak.

I am a rival. The one who has him, the woman, she hates the fact I care as well. She and I, we are similar in ways she cannot fathom. But still I become the painted freak.

I am a seishi. I fight for my love, my country and for Seiryuu himself. I could not imagine anything I would rather do. But still I become the painted freak.

What am I? I am all of these things and more. But most of all I something else. That is what you see, that's all anyone sees.

For I am the painted freak.