Reflections

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The eyes are the mirror of the soul. That is what Fujigaya has heard people say, anyway. He wonders idly if it’s true, if one’s eyes can really reflect all that; feelings, meanings, personality, soul.

He gets up slowly, body wrapped in only darkness as he takes the necessary steps across the room and looks at himself in the mirror, stares into the black of his eyes to find his answer. What he sees are specs of gold and reddish brown, but beyond them there is nothing, just the emptiness of swirling black without a soul to color it alive.

A pair of arms snake around his waist, warm against his bare skin.

“What are you thinking about, demon?”

Fujigaya meets Kitayama’s eyes in the mirror, a pair of beautiful dark brown orbs blinking up at him owlishly in return. Sleepy, determined and teasing, yet empty. Soulless, just like his own.

“Well?” Kitayama prompts and sets his chin on Fujigaya’s shoulder.

Fujigaya shrugs. “I was just searching for something I no longer have. And wondering where you left yours.”

It’s like Kitayama’s eyes are aflame and Fujigaya resists the urge to close them for him. He doesn’t want to burn.

Kitayama grins and rises up to his toes, slow and deliberate, and soon his breath is tickling Fujigaya’s ear.

“Haven’t you heard?” he whispers, and Fujigaya closes his eyes because all he can suddenly see is fire. “They say I sold my soul to a demon.”

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