Been a while since I wrote here, and a new fandom too.

Now I'm a Tales fan *shot and joy*

But don't worry, I'm still continuing Red and White Ward and Story of Evil SSBB ver. (dunno about Smashing Education though…still debating on that)

Sorta a rant on myself. I'll explain later at the bottom.

Who knew that stored anger is a good material for writing?

Anyway, enjoy.

Everything between us is the same.

Same hair, same eyes, same face, even what we love and hate are the same.

I look in the mirror and the first thing I see are wine red eyes. Your wine red eyes. The way my hair droops down and covers a side of my eye is reminiscent of your own.

I thought it was just a coincidence when you told us that you dislike tomatoes, but later, genetics told me it's possible that we have the same tastes and thought patterns.

At first, it does sound nice that we are alike in more ways than one. It's like having an older sibling to look up to, or even a twin!

But as more similarities are pointed out, I realize I was no longer allowed to live the life I want, because everyone wants me to follow yours.

I always get praises and comments, but not for what I have done; It's always for looking like you. For hopes of me being like you. Do I ever get a say in anything that involves me? Of course not.

Cause I have your face.

I'm sick of it.

I have your face automatically means I have to be like you, apparently. I can't be my own person. I can't be what I want. I'll always be a point of comparison.

They always say, "Why can't you be more like your father?" or "You look so much like him." It's always you you YOU.

When can I be addressed as just 'Lloyd' and not 'young Kratos'?

Although I laugh it off and agree, there have been many times that I have suppressed my anger in order to prevent myself from strangling others for referring me to you.

As I look now in the mirror, I once again see your wine red eyes. Your auburn hair mixed with my brown locks. I see your face instead of mine.

And then the mirror that held your reflection shattered into many pieces, courtesy of my fists.

I don't care that I'm the son of one of the companions of Mithos the Hero, the son of Kratos Aurion, the son of a greatly-renowned mercenary. I don't care about the titles I get for being associated, no, related by blood to you. I don't care about all that.

I hate having your face.

So yeah…replace Lloyd with my name, and Kratos' with my mom's and there you have the reason for my pent-up anger.