"Mr. Mirror, why do you call me the fairest of them all?" A raven haired child said to the magic mirror in front of him. "I don't understand why you do that, I am just like anyone other human…"

"Because there is no other human that is as beautiful and kind as you! No other human can compare to you, my fairest child Izaya. Not even the queen…" The magic mirror said to him in a Russian accent.

The magic mirror held an African-Russian that had light blue eyes. The man looked around his 20's or even 30's. The mirror held a love for the child in front of him; he was a sweet child that helped everyone around him. The child denied he was the fairest of them all, but his seeing eyes told the truth.

The child was too modest for his own good, maybe that's what made the mirror love the child even more.

"Mr. Mirror, please stop saying that… I have no need for that title!" Izaya said softly.

"I will stop only if you will name me. How does that sound?" The Mirror said to the boy, honestly he was quite bored of the name he already had and the child would still be the fairest of them all even if he stopped.

"Really!?" Izaya said in an excited voice. When the man in the mirror nodded, Izaya clapped his hands. "Okay! I have the perfect name! How does Simon sound?"

"Simon you say… That will do nicely my Prince!" Simon said smiling at Izaya.

"Thank you, Simon!" Izaya said bouncing up and down.

Simon chuckled as Izaya did so. A knock sounded outside of the door, and in walked Izaya's stepmother with his father in her hand. Simon quickly disappeared from the mirror, knowing what she would do if she saw him talking to the child.

"Izaya, it's time for bed child." Izaya's stepmother said with her hands on her hip.

"B-but I don't want to…" Izaya said looking away from the woman. "I want to talk more with Simon!"

"Simon?" His stepmother said with a raised eyebrow. "Well I think it's time for bed so no!"

"Now, now Namie! He's only a child, so be nice to him!" His father said to Izaya's stepmother.

"F-fine! You can stay up for 10 more minutes, then its bed time child!" Namie said, glaring at Izaya.

"Okay…" Izaya mumbled.

Me: So Izaya that was the story so far…

Izaya: And I'm supposed to respond to this story how!?

Shizuo: By shutting the hell up! That's how!

Me: Oi! No ruining up my living room! I invited you here to talk not to fight.

Izaya: Aww, Shizu-chan can't stand being by little old me!

Shizuo: Shut it flea bag!

Me: Okay, since you guys won't answer I'm going to ask my readers. Do you guys think I should continue on because I have no idea and these guys won't answer me!

Shizuo: I say continue it as long as I'm not involved.

Me: Did I forget to mention that it's a shizaya story! :D Yeah how does that feel Shizuo-kun!

Shizuo: Brat…