Reflective surfaces
I don't own anything. Get that clear... otherwise there would be heaps of Nana/Popo action in the new Wii game I have in my head. Okay, since I cleaned out my Fanfiction stories (still a few to delete and more to update) I decided to start this. Something I've been thinking of for a while and will hopefully help destroy writer's block. I really like Nana, she's a very open ended character and there is no canon so I can do what I want with her... she also kind of looks like me too XD.
In this story, Nana is treated differently because she doesn't have the same personality without Popo in her life. Okay, less procrastination ((What I am doing now instead of my other fics)), let's get started!
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Everyone has a twin being; someone who understands him or her as though they were that person themselves. Both people are completely opposite of one another. One side has the traits that the other doesn't, but in the same way they are the perfect match for each other. The only thing that separates them is a thin sheet of glass or a shining surface. On each side of the reflection lies its own world. On one side is the girl and on the other is a boy. One should never meet their mirror image, by the laws of nature, it is forbidden... but it is not impossible.
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"I think I'll buy that."
"Ahhh... the Mirror of Breytingar; you have fine taste. It is said to come from the far off land of Darstronia and rumored bring hope to the ones who need strength. Its fine intricate carvings are said to grant the disheartened ones their deepest wish if they manage to unlock its secrets."
"Sounds perfect... I'll take it."
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"THIS GAME'S WINNER IS... GANONDORF!"
The brunette sighed as she exited the Brawl Simulator. She had stuffed up yet again. She had messed up her chance to get out of the mocking position known as the 'Bottom tier character.' She could have won, she knew she could have: but the evil king scared her, and with her poor control over her ice powers, it was probably inevitable that she tripped over her own ice and received the warlock's punch to her face.
"It's okay Nana, we all lose sometimes," the blonde princess said, looking at her with kind eyes as she walked towards the girl, "don't forget, winning a fight isn't everything."
"Yes, I know Peach... but come on. I lost a fight to Ganondorf, I could have easily ran around him" the short girl said as she dumped herself onto a nearby bench, the pink dressed woman following suit, "I just wanted to win a Brawl just for once. If I don't, I'll be kicked out like Pichu and the other melee guys... I don't want to go back to climbing mountains. It gets lonely after the thirteenth one."
"Hey, don't feel bad. You'll get stronger... just look at me," Princess Peach said giving Nana a cheerful grin, "before melee I was a woman who got kidnapped by a turtle with spikes and walking brown mushrooms. Now I'm juggling in between hitting furries with blasters and baking pink cupcakes."
Nana gave a laugh to the motherly princess before picking up her fallen wooden hammer and grinning a fake smile at the beloved woman. It wasn't the same, Peach had the purest soul she had ever known; she was practically flawless and her powers of flight with her charming air were just a small part of her perfection. She could use the power of some things she called the Star Spirits when the hour called for it if she needed to and blast away some poor sap's health. Peach couldn't make Nana feel better, she just simply didn't understand.
"Thanks Peach. I'll see you later." she said walking off to her room. Nana counted her steps as she walked towards her bedroom, ignoring all the murmurs and whisperings as she passed by some of the other residents of the luxurious Smash Mansion; the most exciting place in all of Smashville. The girl bit her bottom lip in an attempt to hold back her rage and protests, while she felt the sensation of the hairs on the back of her neck bristle as eyes trailed her back. She was tense—but with anger or the feeling of being vulnerable to threatening men all around her? She hated when the boys teased her about her losses. It wasn't her fault that she wasn't as strong as them. Not everyone could have the gods on their side or special powers that could be controlled. Nana felt weak, pathetic when they taunted her. There was nothing she could do... because they were all probably right.
Now all she could do was to reach her bedroom safely before she could gradually shake off the fear—no, the lack of confidence—that had settled in her heart every day.
"One hundred and thirty two, one hundred and thirty three..." she murmured as she began stepping up the stairs.
"I see that she has no ears but she's stupid enough to say I hear you." whispered the black haired Ness as she passed, the psychic not noticing her passing by.
"No way; but I heard that she is so weak, that she couldn't lift a Pikmin when Olimar ditched one on her. She was yelling for the little white thing to get off her" his blonde haired, cat eyed companion replied as they both snickered. Boldly, Nana drew a shaky breath, put on a derisive smile
"Are you trying to talk behind my back? Because you aren't doing a very good job, there, are you?" she knew she had to appear strong; if she let the taunts continue, they wouldn't stop.
The pair turned around and put on pink, mortified faces. Nana glared at them and walked as calmly off to her room, fighting the pressing feeling in her chest. She opened the cherrywood door and entered her soft pink and blue room, taking in the calming colours, before she slammed the door and cried her heart out.
No one understood her. No one knew what it was like to be weak like her. No one understood the pain she felt when she was all alone in the world.
But that was about to change...
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Review... for this is only the beginning... :D
Yes... that's my excuse for a short chapter. On a positive note: NO MORE SAD, DEPRESSING ONESHOTS! MY MUM IS BACK FROM THE HOSPITAL!!! OKAY!!!
