Disclaimer: Kanashimi: This dark and depressing little piece stars my mirror-brother, Yami. Korin owns him, but not Suboshi.
Mirror Me: Darkness Reflects
You foolish boy! What on earth brought you to do that?
He looks beautiful when he is asleep, and that is wrong. Ah, right now, he's perfectly relaxed, one young hand knotted in the coverlet, the other curled around beside his right ear. His hair covers his face delicately. He looks innocent. Far, far too innocent.
Yes, his face is gentle now, with peaceful closed eyes and the dark lashes just brushing the high part of his cheekbone. No one looking at him could guess that less than an hour ago, those pale cheeks were smeared with blood. No one but me.
You deserve a nightmare, Shunkaku. You don't deserve that quiet, pleasant, dreamless sleep. You should be tossing and turning, twisting a mess of the sheets. Certainly you should not have a gentle, happy smile on your lips. Not after that.
You rushed in, white, gasping for breath, aching, blood all over yourself and a broken arm, but you were grinning. You were feral, boy. There was an insane light in your eyes and you were dangerous. That Kaen girl had just brought you back from your fight. You lost, but that didn't stop your crazy joy.
And you got that look, you got that way, because you killed four children. It was waiting to happen, of course. I knew it; I saw the light burning in your eyes for days beforehand. I saw that you weren't right in the mind after your brother was killed. But I thought you'd kill the murderer, not his family.
Four little children, his brothers and sisters. One must have called out for 'Nii-chan' to come and help. One of them was old enough he might have tried to stop you. But he lost. I knew them, boy. In the land beyond your mirror, I took care of the little one called Yume. He was a good child. But when you killed Shunkei, little Yume melted along with the rest.
And now you look so sweet and wistful, no one would suspect you were dangerous but a little while ago. The blood that Kaen tenderly sponged off was theirs, not yours. The injuries she took care of were made by their brother, who you stayed to taunt after he came home to see their bodies. But the blood is gone now, the wounds healed with a touch of expertise. You don't deserve that in the least.
I feel a burning inside me, Shunkaku. It is a twisting, sharp pain. And do you know what it is? It's shame. I am ashamed to reflect you. You, "my boy", as you are called. I detest you, boy. And I always will.
He whimpers now, fear showing on the guiltless face. Tears form under the lashes and spill out down the cheeks, making little trails of wetness.
"Aniki! 'Nii-chan!"
He looks so alone, so lost... He has no one anymore, no one at all. Just his own terrible crimes to live with.
Your aniki won't come, boy. He's dead now. And I am going to watch you cry with pleasure. Some people would feel pity for you, but some people didn't see what I saw. Everything you get, boy, you'll deserve.
Owari ~ End
Mirror Me: Darkness Reflects
You foolish boy! What on earth brought you to do that?
He looks beautiful when he is asleep, and that is wrong. Ah, right now, he's perfectly relaxed, one young hand knotted in the coverlet, the other curled around beside his right ear. His hair covers his face delicately. He looks innocent. Far, far too innocent.
Yes, his face is gentle now, with peaceful closed eyes and the dark lashes just brushing the high part of his cheekbone. No one looking at him could guess that less than an hour ago, those pale cheeks were smeared with blood. No one but me.
You deserve a nightmare, Shunkaku. You don't deserve that quiet, pleasant, dreamless sleep. You should be tossing and turning, twisting a mess of the sheets. Certainly you should not have a gentle, happy smile on your lips. Not after that.
You rushed in, white, gasping for breath, aching, blood all over yourself and a broken arm, but you were grinning. You were feral, boy. There was an insane light in your eyes and you were dangerous. That Kaen girl had just brought you back from your fight. You lost, but that didn't stop your crazy joy.
And you got that look, you got that way, because you killed four children. It was waiting to happen, of course. I knew it; I saw the light burning in your eyes for days beforehand. I saw that you weren't right in the mind after your brother was killed. But I thought you'd kill the murderer, not his family.
Four little children, his brothers and sisters. One must have called out for 'Nii-chan' to come and help. One of them was old enough he might have tried to stop you. But he lost. I knew them, boy. In the land beyond your mirror, I took care of the little one called Yume. He was a good child. But when you killed Shunkei, little Yume melted along with the rest.
And now you look so sweet and wistful, no one would suspect you were dangerous but a little while ago. The blood that Kaen tenderly sponged off was theirs, not yours. The injuries she took care of were made by their brother, who you stayed to taunt after he came home to see their bodies. But the blood is gone now, the wounds healed with a touch of expertise. You don't deserve that in the least.
I feel a burning inside me, Shunkaku. It is a twisting, sharp pain. And do you know what it is? It's shame. I am ashamed to reflect you. You, "my boy", as you are called. I detest you, boy. And I always will.
He whimpers now, fear showing on the guiltless face. Tears form under the lashes and spill out down the cheeks, making little trails of wetness.
"Aniki! 'Nii-chan!"
He looks so alone, so lost... He has no one anymore, no one at all. Just his own terrible crimes to live with.
Your aniki won't come, boy. He's dead now. And I am going to watch you cry with pleasure. Some people would feel pity for you, but some people didn't see what I saw. Everything you get, boy, you'll deserve.
Owari ~ End