Marry Me Mirror!
Summary: Zack an only child is moves back to his home town which he hasn't seen since he was two. He vaguely remembers something about a secret, a mirror, and a promise.
A/N: I don't know where this came from but I was sort of thinking of spirited away when I wrote this though the two stories are nothing alike! I just thought that this sort of fantasy plot line for something like Zack and Cody would be fun to do! Read and Review!
Warnings: Yaoi, Incest
Disclaimer: "Rosy is . . . sick, yeah let's go with that . . . so I'm disclaiming for her." Mmmmm Mhhmm! "Don't pay attention to that it was just white noise." MMMMMMHHHHMM!
Chapter 1: Reflections
Zack's POV
I lie in the back seat of mom's car and don't say a word. I was never onboard with the idea but what am I suppose to say? I'm her son I can't complain, though I tried very hard. It's not really that bad though, it's not like I had many friends-or any really-back at my old school, back in the city. I guess I was just too shy to make any real friends I just never felt connected to those people. Sure I was popular but the popular boy that they all liked was just the face I put up for them. Loud, stupid, grinning Zack. Starting over might be a good thing, that's what mom said. Though I think that she's trying to out run what she believes is the inevitable. You see dad left us sometime ago. He started acting like a recluse and lost all his friends, he barley talks to mom and then one day when I turned two he vanished, that was the first time we moved.
There's another odd fact about my family, we don't own a mirror. Sure we have little one's that fit in your palm but that's it nothing bigger than that, she forbid me from ever getting near one that was any bigger but I never learned the reason why. Though I think I have a clue. When I was younger around six or so I was really lonely because I had no friends and mother was still in that shock phase. I use to sneak in her room and pretend that the reflection in her mirror was an actual person, a friend. I had a rather active imagination and I use to believe that he would drag me into the mirror and into another world where dad lived. Mom caught me looking at it one night and freaked she screamed at me for hours and I wasn't even listening to what she said just how she said it angry, and disappointed, and scared. I snuck into her room the night before she was going to remove the mirror and pretended that we, the mirror boy and I had made a promise. To be together again and get married.
It's only now that I realize how weird I was and that I'm probably gay though I haven't felt any thing for any boy or girl I've met. I think something's wrong with me if I wanted-even if I was little and didn't understand-to marry my reflection. It all seems rather depressing now that I think about it. Now we're moving again though this time I have no clue why, it makes even less sense that we're moving back to where we use to live. I would think the place would bring back bad memories for her. I look out the window and sigh nothing but grass all around. Our house is on a hill not that far from the town but far enough that we don't have neighbors any where near us. I wonder how it'll be like living somewhere so much the opposite of the loud, crowed city I'm use to.
"We're here!" Mom calls from the driver's seat.
I remove my face from my hand and sit up straighter I squint at the sight of the window silently begging that somehow the sight before me will morph into something other then what I'm seeing. House. That's what she said when she told me we were moving, she said we were moving into a house. This is not a house. Not even close. Mansion maybe, creepy-broken- down-abandoned-mansion-from-those-old-fashion-horror-movies would be a more appropriate description. I survey the sight in front of me again, chipping, faded red paint, holes, gloomy atmosphere. It might as well have a rain cloud hovering over it. Sheesh mom seriously? Where do you see a house? Please point this 'house' out to me, please.
She drives up the broken and crumbling stone road that leads to this joke of a home. She stops the car and we get out. I have to drag myself out of the seat, my old navy blue bag slips down my shoulder as I push the door open. My eyes fall on the door, a groan nearly slips past my lips. A knocker, there was an old fashioned, rusted, M-shaped knocker. Seriously? How old is this place and M really? Corny just too corny.
She opens the trunk and hands me my two suitcases that fit all of my stuff, sad really. I drag them toward the door ignoring the odd increase of my heart beat, why am I getting excited? I put my bags down as I reach the door I glance down at the knocker and I swear it shines. My breathing becomes harsh and my fingers inch to grasp it. I take hold of it, the rusted metal heating up in my hand I lift it.
"ZACK NOOOO!" Mom screeches from beside the car, her rushed footsteps comes to my ears. But it's too late I've already let go of the knocker, I can here my heart beat.
Bud ump. It drops, her footsteps are increased.
Budump. It's almost there, Mom's hand grabs my shoulder and yanks me away.
Budump. She grabs for it but it's too late and it hits the door.
CLANK! I nearly fall over at the harsh sound. It seems to echo through the whole house. The floor beneath my feet pulsates like the skin of a living being. My heart is in my throat now as I see the house glimmer and change. I stare at myself as he stands before me a shy smile on his face. He looks at from what use to be the wall of the cracked, and rusty house. He stares at me from the now mirror house. A hand reaches out of it, threw the glass as if was liquid. He reaches for me.
Mom screams and tries to pull me back but I've already entwined my fingers with his. A gleam shifts in his eyes and I think I've made the biggest mistake in my short life. An evil, full teethed smile shows on his face as he yanks me through. He yanks hard and mom loses her grip and the last I see before the darkness is her falling back with that horror stricken face as I slip into the mirror.
Normal POV
Jackie freezes as the house reverts into the rusted heap it had been. A slight noise of distress leaves her mouth as she stumbles to her feet and rushes to the place where Zack disappeared into, she beats against the rotted wood. Grabbing the knocker she beats it over and over again against the door. She waits tears falling down her face as nothing happens. She falls to her knees a broken sob leaving her. She beats against the door half heartedly.
"You said that you would leave him alone! You promised that if I brought him back that you would leave him alone! Damn it all haven't you taken enough! Bring him back! . . . please, please . . ." She yells brokenly as she drops into a shaking heap sobbing. "Zack . . .God Zack!"
Zack's POV
When I opened my eyes I closed them again begging that if I scrunch my eyes hard enough when I open them again what I just saw will disappear. I crack an eye open again. Nope it's still the same. Mirrors everywhere. The ceiling, the floor, the wall. Did I mention that the covers might as well be a mirror too, everything reflects like a mirror. Even though it feels soft like fabric. I'm terrified. There's mirrors everywhere but where the hell is my reflection? Where the hell is it! My breath becomes labored then and I shut my eyes because I can't bear to look at what's everywhere.
Damn it all what the hell did I do!
"Zack . . ."
My eyes shut tighter that voice. Oh God I know that voice. HIS voice the one that whispered to me when I was in that dark place. That voice that said such ridiculous things in that sweet cruel voice.
"Your mine Zack . . ." "You promised that you'd be with me . . ." "We're finally together and I won't ever let you go . . . not ever."
Those dark whispered words still float around in my head.
"Zack open your eyes . . ." He whispers, his breath hot against my frigid cold skin.
Oh God what have I gotten myself into? Mom god will I ever see her again?
"Come on Zack open up . . . Zack . . . Zack . . ."
A/N: Ohhh creepy! Heh though this isn't horror it sort of feels as it is. Heh Cody looks evil! Though he's not. . . or at least not much. This makes me think of Corpse Bride, funny yet kind of scary at times. Read and Review people!
