12.30 Fantasy
"Rawr," Fai said to himself in the mirror. "I'm a kitty."
He tried growling, purring, snarling, meowing, and even hissing. At last, his brief amusement spent, Fai leaned back on the edge of the bathtub and stared moodily at his reflection.
He was currently only wearing a shirt of Kurogane's that he had stolen many worlds ago. The first time he had poked his head out of the bathroom in it, he had received a neutral grunt as a response and had taken it as a sign of approval.
Taking a strand of hair and idly twirling it once or twice, Fai began the usual routine.
My hair is too dull and too wispy.
My eyes are too dazed looking and such a boring shade of blue.
I'm too skinny; you can see all of my ribs.
I'm way too pale to look good.
And so it went on and on, until Fai was done criticizing every part of his body.
He stared down at his tightly clasped hands (artist's hands, perhaps the only half-decent thing about me) and wished hopelessly that he was beautiful.
"Kurogane-san?" A quiet knock on the door startled Kurogane out of his reverie.
When the knock came again, more insistent this time, Kurogane got up off the bed and cast a last glance at the bathroom, where he had spent the last fifteen minutes watching Fai twist and turn and frown at himself in the mirror.
Now there's a beautiful man, Kurogane thought.
Worthy of any fantasy.
Of course, he punished himself severely for thinking that as he opened the door.
Written April 5, 2010
A/N - Shorter than I would have liked, but it's tough describing Fai as ugly. XD