So people, I would like you to know that this is an AU. If you don't like 'em, don't read it.
This is my first fic for this series, so please be a little bit nice.
She didn't mean to.
She really didn't mean to.
She really really didn't mean to.
It just happened.
I mean, she was only going through the old storage shed at the back of her grandparent's house. In fact, she had done it before when she was eleven, despite being told not to.
Frowning, she remembered that trip hadn't ended so well. She had run out screaming like she had seen a ghost, almost giving her parents a heart attack. She only remembered the golden eyes.
Golden Eyes? Huh.
But this was just plain absurd.
She had come across the old and cracked mirror again. It didn't look like it had gathered any dust in the past eleven years, from the last time it had been disturbed from its resting place. Just like last time, she saw the darn freaky eyes again. This time, she stayed put.
Those freaky eyes had been the causes of the 'nightmares' she had every single Halloween for years after that.
In the years since her 'discovery' when she was eleven, those beautiful and frightening gold eyes had appeared, another detail added each time; Long red and silky looking hair, An otherworldly beautiful face (which could have been mistaken for a girls, had the cross-shaped scar not been there), and the profile of a clearly male body of hard planes and angles.
Somehow, she knew those eyes would come back to her. It was what had motivated her to come to the old shed, that belonged to her (Her grandparents had died and given the place to her; she had moved in that morning), and to look for an answer to her dreams, or rather, nightmares.
Which was the cause of her current predicament.
Clearly, she had found the Golden Eyes again.
Wait, she already knew that.
No, her problem was the man staring at her, and standing in front. Or Elf. Or Demon. Or something. No way was it possible for him to be even human.
He had appeared moments after she had taken the mirror out from the crumbling pieces of tissue that were the remainders of its wrappings.
Just nonchalantly standing there. As if everything in the world was alright. His wheat- gold eyes lazily staring at her through half-lidded cat eyes.
That just wasn't possible.
How could there be a man-thing in the very space that had been empty a few seconds prior?
Not possible. Not possible. Her mind chanted at her. A mirror can't have someone or something trapped inside. Even if they do, they can't just come out… I'm halluci—OOH! He moved!! I wonder what's his name? He is pretty hot… Misao would probably tell me to jump him…
Her hormones were clamoring at her to do something to him… just a little touch really… NO!! She was a respectable and sophisticated twenty-two year old woman that is dignified enough not to jump real-life looking figments of her over-reactive imagination…
"People call me by Battousai. I thank you for freeing me Kaoru." He pronounced the ru in her name longer the necessary. And he spoke in his deep timbre that had an edge of a cat's purr.
But how did he know my name? AND He had spoken.
Well, she mused, I suppose figments of imagination are allowed to talk and know your name.
I italicize too much, don't I?
Unless I get some ideas and feedback, this'll probably stay a one-shot.
So yeah.
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