Beauty

By xannychan

Standard disclaimers apply: Characters are not mine.

Notes: After Chapter 105.

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Tohru Honda sees beauty in everything. She sees the darkness, the madness, of Akito, the poisonous venom that she seeps, and finds beauty in the revealing tears her eyes seep from the inside of that child. She sees Kyo's slumping form as the time for confinement draws near and finds beauty in the way his fists curl to fight for a dream he's never lost. She sees Hatsuharu's blackness in rage and finds beauty in the arc of his arms as he struggles to free himself from his nightmares and in the breaking of glass.

Tohru Honda sees beauty in pain.

She finds tears to be jewels, sorrow to be silk.

She sees a man, a young man, miss his train. She imagines that he is an ambitious young man in his three-piece suit and tie, probably single by the way he crumples his perfectly styled hair as he runs his left hand through it, devoid of the sparkle of gold and diamonds and good dreams at night. She thinks he might immerse himself in his work, drown himself in work, so that he might be dry and broken on the inside. She sees his eyes reflected in his streamlined glasses, and the glisten of the silver screen of his cell phone, as he watches his train fly by in a flurry of children's faces pressed against the windows and schoolboys with closed eyes and closed arms and broken homes and an older man lost in the day's newspaper, a trickle of nervous sweat forever running down from his forehead into his eyes. He feels as though, by missing the train, he's somehow missed his life and is watching it slip away.

She finds beauty in the way he sits on the bench, takes a deep breath, and bury his face in his hands with his elbows digging into his knees. Sees beauty in the way he stands again when a new train pulls in, the cars empty except for an old man with a smile on his face, his three-piece suit a little ruffled and tie loose and happy. She sees beauty in the way his eyes are always looking strainght ahead.

Tohru Honda sees beauty in everything and nothing.

She sees beauty in pain, because she sees the world through the most beautiful of eyes.

In the eyes of her own pain…and of her own hope.