lol hi guys, i suck at writing fic etc etc. i haven't written one in a while though, so we'll see, i guess.

It was a relatively dreary Monday morning when Skye Steiner woke up in the quaint town of Forget-Me-Not Valley. The sky was a thick blanket of grey; the heavy nimbus clouds clung close to the ground. Unfortunately, the bright sun that usually beamed over the ocean behind Gustafa's yurt was nowhere to be located. Skye just knew his hair would be ruined by the moisture-laden air.

The phantom thief sighed to himself. This could not be a start to a very good day. He knew he would need an ego boost to start his day properly.

And if there was one thing that got the lady's man on a power-trip besides making a woman smile with his good looks and charming personality, it was himself.

The silver-haired thief liked to, no, loved tolook at himself in the mirror. Nothing, not a fair maiden, not a heaping plate of the finest curry by the obese Gourmet who sometimes visited, compared to the way he felt when he looked in the mirror; turned on his charm factor to over nine-thousand, and just glanced at himself.

That's all it took. A simple gaze. Nothing more, nothing less. He picked up the make-up mirror on his wooden bed-side table. He glanced in it deeply, staring at himself in pure amazement. Although he had every single pore of his face mapped out in his brain, it was still a minor shock to him to look at his marvellous reflection.

He could look at himself in his stunning cyan eyes all day. Whipping his shiny, shoulder-length silver hair back and forth was something he could do for eternity- as long as he was looking at himself while doing it. His body was firm and muscular, and just the right shade of ivory white to make the ladies fall over their feet in pure awe (and sometimes jealousy.) He truly was something to admire, a magnificent specimen of the human race. Even his nose was perfection. His pinkish lips were just the right size- and they were looking incredibly kissable to him right now.

He kissed the make-up mirror, smack on where his lips reflected perfectly. It felt cold and refreshing, like an ice-cold glass of water on a hot July afternoon in the Valley.

One of the reasons he truly loved wooing women was because someday he hoped to find someone just as beautiful as himself. It wouldn't be right to be in a relationship with himself... Would it? It would certainly feel right, though...

He could always dream.