The story is connected by a single object; the mirror. Which was used to trap evil Kushihinada or evil Hinata Hyuga. This story you are reading is about the beginning of the mirror. I also have another fanfic that will be showing up after i finish three out of four of the stories.
The order is Yugioh, Shaolin Showdown, Naruto and Death Note. The one i have not started is Shaolin showdown but once i finish most of the chapters for these stories i will post it. I would be helpful for you to read and review and share with your friends who like these couples.
About the couple thing it doesn't exactly have them together but it implies a very close relationship. Once i am finish with one of these stories you will see what I mean; the end will have a really good example.
From now on when someone review i will be posting it along in any of my chapters to help you get more notice. People will say "huh, I see they like this couple or this kind of story maybe they will like mine. Or maybe they have stories like this too...I will go check it out. "
Many years ago there was a beautiful belly dancer named Nefertari.(Anzu)
She had the reputation of being the most beautiful human in the world. Well in the Egyptian's eyes she was the most beautiful out of the others. Sure she could have any man she wanted in a single heartbeat just by making eye contact but in her view she wasn't beautiful enough.
Even the emperors from other kingdoms had asked her hand in marriage but she refused,for she thought nobody was good enough for her beauty. She would spend hours dancing over and over again in the mirror attracted.
The walls of her home were covered by mirrors so that she would never have to not look at her reflection at all.
One day she walked through the crowded people where her eye caught on was a old merchant that was selling mirrors; Nefertari was automatically memorized by them. She saw many interesting mirrors with the craziest designs and symbols engraved in the wood but one mirror caught her attention the most.
It was a very large mirror about as tall as her...actually even taller; the border was plain dark wood but the corners were sticking out in a square form. What was simply minutes could have been hours as she gazed deep in the reflection; so entranced by it she purchased it afraid someone else would want it.
As she gave the man the money he started to cough as though he could dye any moment and at that moment she realized she would one day be like him. The thought frightened her enough to get rid of all her mirrors; all except the recent one she purchased for she could not bear to part with it.
She heard a knock at her door, and it was one of the Pharaoh's soldier containing a invitation to perform for the Pharaoh himself. For a very second she forgot everything she was terrified of and immediately agreed happy at the thought of the high class watching her dancing beautifully.
-In the Pharaoh's palace-
It was her time about to shine, she thought clutching the curtain in her hands peering into small light in the center surrounded by darkness containing the audience.
It was her turn next and as she made her way under the light she looked around seeing the people watching her with envy and love. She could make out the faces even in the dark... well only a little for she notices the Pharaoh, the priest and all the others.
She snapped two fans opened out of nowhere like magic and used them to slowly dance with the music coming from the darkness. Twirling and twisting fans flowing in the air hypnotizing the audience to no end even the Pharaoh himself could not take his eyes off her show ended and everyone stood clapping for what seem like an eternity, as she was showered in many ribbons and flowers, with a bit of money.
The night was over for them but not for her since the Pharaoh asked her to stay the night as a thank you gift for performing; she accepted with no hesitation. It was a once in a life time chance to live like a princess; she started to daydream while one of the of the gaurs offered to direct her to her room. She refused wanting to look around and out of the corner of her eye she saw the priest eyeing. His expression was different from what she expected should be after the performance.
It not of interest but of doubt, though it did not concern her but it wouldn't hurt to see someone close to the Pharaoh to be happy what she put on as a performance. Her clothes were not too revealing and very appropriate for a average dancer, and he disappeared from her peripheral vision as headed up some random stairs in the palace.
She was strolling in the garden looking at the stars thinking about the old merchant and remembering she is still younger and had a few more years before even getting close to his age. She was not focused on her surroundings for a figure from behind in the darkness came out of nowhere and grabbed her dragging her in the shadows.