Mirror

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Furu looked at his image within the mirror, the green haired, red eyed boy staring into his image for a moment. He placed his hand upon the silver glass, his body seeming to shimmer in the steamy bathroom, sweat forming upon his body, or was it condensation? Well, that didn’t really matter, anyway.

The clear image in the mirror stared back at him as he studied it. The red eyes had practically pierced through everything against the image, his green hair matted to his face from being wet. He shook his head quickly, watching his hair moving in clumps, and rubbed his eyes.

Minus his odd coloring, Furu looked pretty human to the naked eye, and in a way, this was true, and yet false. The boy was human, yes, but only part, a cyborg. He created a small pool of water in the sink, and began to wash his face, even though he was already clean.

The jinzouningen let his body relax, staring into the mirror. Somewhere he had picked up the saying that a mirror reflected the truth, and yet, if a mirror reflected truth, then wouldn’t the mirror know that he wasn’t fully human? Wouldn’t the mirror know he could be deadly? Not by appearance.

He stretched idly, realizing that the mirror was fully covered in mist by now. He exhaled. To be powerful, there must be sacrifice, and parts of his humanity had been his sacrifice, for this.

He unplugged the sink, and watched the water drain slowly. His bare shoulders were hunched over the reflection in the sink, his baggy pants resting loosely on his hips. He pulled away from the watery crypt, and began to walk out of the room.

As long as his humanity remained, he would be happy. He wouldn’t let his emotions consume him.

He stared down Crystal Tokyo, eyes darkly looming over the mysterious city. This was his fate. The rather large jinzouningen was the means of rebellion, practically like a devil.

And that was why he would never, in a million years, let his past self see him like this. He would had never accepted this fate if he knew it, back then.

He turned away from Crystal Tokyo, green eyes staring at the sky. Even with this curse bestowed upon him, he had kept his promise to not let all his humanity slip. It was why he refused to let his emotions die. He wanted some sort of trace to his past there to hold onto. Even a small sliver of his human self, something to keep him from being dead inside, or losing his sanity, or doing something he would regret forever.

The wind caught speed and Furu exhaled. No, he’d never let this part of him go…