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Chapter 1: Two different ways of getting drunk.
"W-what are you?"
"I'm a person, though this is obvious."
"Er, but- how- where- haaan."
"Sir, I would love answer any questions, but you have to finish the phrases."
Gilbert took a long breath, closed his eyes and counted 'til ten. Pff, right. Actually, he just started thinking repeatedly "you're awesome". These words have a big influence over him.
"Okay. First question: am I dreaming?"
"No."
"Am I drunk?
"No"
"Am I high?"
"You're completely healthy in my eyes."
"Right, this leaves the situation weirder." he cleared his throat "Who are you?"
"Matthew Williams, sir. The mirror's resident."
Gilbert pulled his cellphone and called one of his best friends.
"Antonio, if there is a time to go to some bar, get smashed drunk until you're sure you'll not remember anything in the next morning, the time is now." He said as soon as his friend answered.
"Meet me at the Pepsi Club, Amigo."
~ in some other place ~
Marco Bonnefoy never has experienced something like this until now. You know when you see something and get so shocked that all your muscles refuse to answer your brain's orders as if to believe that what's happening is not real? This was exactly how Marco was feeling while staring at the basement's open door.
Slowly his shock passed, but not the fear. He went downstairs and the second new experience of the day happened: when you see something, but your mind doesn't want to process. Your hands start to shake slightly and your mouth starts to mutter "no" continually but you don't even notice.
"Francis! Come here!" he screams.
"What?"
A boy with long blond hair and blue eyes appeared at the door. Marco looked stunned to his son.
"The mirror is gone!"
~ in some other place ~
Antonio knew that when Gilbert say these kinds of things, something really bad happened. If his friend simply wanted to get drunk, he would say something like 'Hey, Tony. Are you free today? Well, it's not like I care, we're gonna drink tonight!'.
The Spanish also knew that he shouldn't talk about the topic during the night.
"Yo, Antonio! C'mon, I want some beers!"
He simply sighed while his friend dragged him to the club. Antonio just hoped that, this time, Gilbert wouldn't have the brilliant idea of throwing paint at the cars on street… again. Or at least that no cop caught them doing it… again.
~ the next day ~
The albino groaned when the first sunray came. His head pounded painfully, so he decided to get up and swallow some pain killers. But when he stepped out the bed, he was greeted by the same stranger – Matthew, that's his name? – looking directly at the sun.
"Gaah!" he yelled and fell backwards. Let's say this didn't help his headache.
"You don't need to get scared every time you see me, you know? And I think we should talk about yesterday when you just decided to go out without even saying goodbye!"
Gilbert eyed Matthew warily.
"Why should I say goodbye if you're not even real."
"How rude!" Matthew put his hand over his chest mocking. "I am all real, sir. I just was locked here on the mirror a hundred fifty years ago by a wizard."
This certainly wasn't helping his headache.
Amigo = friend (spanish)