Lost Magic scene 2/?
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sakon76More of the fic that broke seshat's brain yesterday. [eg] I do so enjoy doing that to my friends....
Aya remembered his purpose every time he looked in a mirror. The purple eyes that looked back at him were those of a stranger.
His parents had been divorced when he was a very small child. The courts had granted custody of him to his mother; his surname had been changed to her family name. For as far back as he could remember, he had been Aburatsubo Aya.
His father had remarried quickly. His new wife, who had been his secretary, bore him a daughter. For whatever reason, Aya's father had given his daughter a name pronounced the same as the one he had given his son. But Aya had only known about his half-sister vaugely, though family rumors, until he was eight. His father had come back into his life that summer, much to his mother's dismay. He'd ended up spending time at his father's home. His stepmother, to spare confusion between the siblings, had nicknamed him "Ran." He'd never used the name in his own life, only in theirs. He'd always known that it was all an attempt to woo him back to the Fujimiya family, to be the son and heir that his father's second wife hadn't been able to provide. Though he adored his sister, he'd firmly resisted his father's wish all the way through high school. If the man had wanted a son, Aya felt, he should not have thrown away in a divorce the one he'd already had.
The explosion and the car accident had changed everything.
His mother had been waiting inside the house to take him back home after he'd finished escorting his sister around the shrine festival. She'd been killed along with his father and stepmother. And Aya-chan....
At the hospital that night Aya had felt his heart shatter. He'd always pretended distance from his father and discomfort with his mother's clinging. In his heart of hearts, though, he had loved them to pieces. He'd just never been able to show it. They were dead, his gentle, laughing stepmother also, and his sister in a coma....
When he'd gone back to his house and looked at himself in a mirror, he'd known that he could never go back to school again. He had lied to himself and to the world and hadn't ever told his family that he cared.
He didn't *deserve* Nanaka or Takeo.
Scissors had made quick work of his hair, red silk falling into the wet sink. But it wasn't enough. Hair would grow back. He still looked like who he had been, a person who lied. He needed something distinctive, permanent. Something that would never let him forget.
He didn't remember the syllables he'd whispered. He hadn't had his wand at hand, but sometimes it was not necessary for magic. He'd seen Sawanoguchi-kun do wandless magic before, so it wasn't that far of a stretch to imagine that he might be able to as well.
From that moment on, his eyes had been the eyes of a stranger.
Aya remembered his purpose every time he looked in a mirror. The purple eyes that looked back at him were those of a stranger.
His parents had been divorced when he was a very small child. The courts had granted custody of him to his mother; his surname had been changed to her family name. For as far back as he could remember, he had been Aburatsubo Aya.
His father had remarried quickly. His new wife, who had been his secretary, bore him a daughter. For whatever reason, Aya's father had given his daughter a name pronounced the same as the one he had given his son. But Aya had only known about his half-sister vaugely, though family rumors, until he was eight. His father had come back into his life that summer, much to his mother's dismay. He'd ended up spending time at his father's home. His stepmother, to spare confusion between the siblings, had nicknamed him "Ran." He'd never used the name in his own life, only in theirs. He'd always known that it was all an attempt to woo him back to the Fujimiya family, to be the son and heir that his father's second wife hadn't been able to provide. Though he adored his sister, he'd firmly resisted his father's wish all the way through high school. If the man had wanted a son, Aya felt, he should not have thrown away in a divorce the one he'd already had.
The explosion and the car accident had changed everything.
His mother had been waiting inside the house to take him back home after he'd finished escorting his sister around the shrine festival. She'd been killed along with his father and stepmother. And Aya-chan....
At the hospital that night Aya had felt his heart shatter. He'd always pretended distance from his father and discomfort with his mother's clinging. In his heart of hearts, though, he had loved them to pieces. He'd just never been able to show it. They were dead, his gentle, laughing stepmother also, and his sister in a coma....
When he'd gone back to his house and looked at himself in a mirror, he'd known that he could never go back to school again. He had lied to himself and to the world and hadn't ever told his family that he cared.
He didn't *deserve* Nanaka or Takeo.
Scissors had made quick work of his hair, red silk falling into the wet sink. But it wasn't enough. Hair would grow back. He still looked like who he had been, a person who lied. He needed something distinctive, permanent. Something that would never let him forget.
He didn't remember the syllables he'd whispered. He hadn't had his wand at hand, but sometimes it was not necessary for magic. He'd seen Sawanoguchi-kun do wandless magic before, so it wasn't that far of a stretch to imagine that he might be able to as well.
From that moment on, his eyes had been the eyes of a stranger.
