A/N I feel as if the quality and length of these oneshots decrease the more I write them... GUH I HATE THIS ONE, IT WAS TERRIBLE AND I WISH I DIDN'T DO IT! But whatevs.

Anyways, special mentions to Aliathe (YOU ARE MY GODDESS, WOMAN!) and Halyyy (dose 'y's' dohh~) for favoriting this series (even though it's kind of crappy, and of course, my beloved first reviewer: JustSomeoneElse (love your username, by the way!)! I LOVE YOU ALL MY BABIES, EVEN IF YOU DON'T EVER MAKE YOURSELF VISIBLE. JUST REMEMBER, BEING INVISIBLE ALWAYS ENDS UP BEING LONELY.

Now, onto the story!

Published: Sunday, March 29, 2015 (4:55 pm)

Edited: Never

Description: And as he met the little girl who he'd taken everything from, he resolved to be her magician. He would make her world beautiful again.

6996, AU

Theme: Magic Mirror - HitoshizukuPxYama△ feat. Kagamine Rin \ Mirror's Magic by HitoshizukuPxYama△ feat. Kagamine Len

Once upon a time, there was a wretched kingdom. The rulers, a king and a queen, cruelly ordered their subjects, executing without cause and leaving the poor to starve. There was a little prince too, but his parents hated him, and kept him locked up and had him tortured each day. But this little boy had a secret, and that was a long mirror that hung in his room, hidden behind a curtain. He loved to stare into the mirror, and sometimes he thought that he could see into other worlds with it. One stormy night, a man appeared, evil in heart and intentions.

"Look at the one who's luck could have been yours!" He gestured towards the magic mirror, hidden behind a curtain in his closet.

The little prince saw a young girl in the reflection, smiling brightly with two kind parents and a happy life, and his heart was overtaken with jealousy.

"But what if it's true?" The man smirked. "Everything that she has was taken from you."

'Oh mirror,' he wished selfishly. 'Let me have all the joy this girl has, that was taken from me!'

His wish was granted, but all wishes have prices. As the scales of luck tipped to one side, the worlds were unbalanced. But he didn't know that, continuing to be happy with the luck he'd taken from her.

And the girl? She lost everything.

The child, no older than 9, was thrown into her room, curses shouted angrily at her. She collapsed on the bed, sobbing, as the sound of the lock clicking shut resounded around the room. She lay there, vaguely aware of the clock ticking away the time, her breathing unsteady, her heart beating erratically. Through tear-blurred vision, she stared brokenly at the ceiling.

'Why me?'

Her life had been perfect as a child, she hadn't known suffering at all. Her mother and father loved her, and she was friends with all the children in her neighbourhood. She'd spent each day playing with her parents and friends, and the times when her father wasn't there were not a worry, for he would soon return bearing gifts for her mother, and an exotic toy for herself.

"Look at what I've brought!" The dark haired man smiled brightly, brandishing a small, silver box. Her name was etched in gold on one side, in beautiful, flowing script.

"Open it!" He urged impatiently, and she fingered the delicate clasp on it, opening it to find a silk eyepatch, dark as night, with a silver skull delicately etched onto it, gently resting on deep violet velvet. Her eyes widened, and she squealed happily, attacking her father with a hug. He chuckled fondly at her antics, tying the soft satin ribbon around her head, and flipping it to cover her weaker eye. She laughed as the fuzzy sensation in her head disappeared along with the blurry half of her vision.

"Thank you, otou-san!'' She chirped, and he patted her on the head, moving back to stand with her mother, who remained there, looking on at the two lovingly.

More tears escaped her eyes at the thought of her now deceased father, and she reached for the little silver box that had stayed under her bed for years, caressing it softly to soothe her tears. She drifted to sleep, breaths escaping her lips in tired puffs, eyes fluttering closed, completely unaware to the eyes watching her.

A man appeared on afternoon to the prince uninvited, and he recognized him as the same one who'd come that dark night. The man chuckled, and a feeling of foreboding settled over the prince. "Remember who is responsible for your happiness? Why don't you look into the mirror?" He brandished the mirror that the prince knew he'd destroyed the day of his coronation. In the reflection was the same girl, sobbing the tears that had once left his eyes. He turned his head away, refusing to look at the sight, and ordered the guards to bring him away. The mirror remained there, and as did the immense feeling of guilt that hung over the prince's head for months afterwards.

Nagi had been cleaning the attic she called 'her room' when it had happened. The mirror was old, and, on a whim, she decided to polish it. Armed with a few lemons she'd snuck from the kitchen and an old rag, she began to scrape off the grime that coated it's surface. It took her hours to cover the surface, and she'd been working on the brass stand that held the glass up, when a boy was suddenly reflected in it's surface. She jumped back, barely keeping a hold on the glass and preventing it from shattering to pieces.

The boy was older than her by two or so years, and had a strange hair style with a spiked bun popping up from the top of his deep blue (indigo, she later decided) hair. His smile was welcoming and friendly [ looking a lot like her own, actually ], and a strange curiosity, now a foreign feeling, entrapped her in it's clutches.

"I am your personal wish-granter!" He spoke with a flourish, dressed in his cape and uniform. (He wondered if she'd even buy his fib, because in his opinion, he looked nothing like a one.)

Her eyes widened with surprise. "A magician!" Her smile, though small, was beautiful, so bright in contrast to the dull room she stayed in.

"Why yes!" He bowed for effect. "Your wish is my command! Now grab my hand, and the magic will begin!"

She giggled happily, reaching for his hand, and a warm feeling burst in her chest. It made her feel like something had been missing for so long, and was now just there. It was really was magic! And she dove into his spell, clutching his hand like a lifeline.

They spent the following days together, as the flowers faded, and the leaves fell, and the seasons changed. He granted her every wish, as he'd promised, and her happiness was returned to her.

'Perhaps, he's my friend now?' She mused hopefully one day, while waiting for him to return to her mirror.

The loneliness that she now felt away from him, was ten times worse than it had been originally, but seeing him was worth it. It wasn't the spells or the wishes that she loved, though. It was the beautiful grin on his face that would always appear when he granted one of her desires. [ She wanted to keep that expression stored in her memory until the end of time, because the light and radiance and pure joy that came from it could raise her heart from sadness at any given moment. ]

Following her association with the magician, her father soon returned from his journey, and the terrible man who had stolen into their home was forced out, and never returned again. Her eye began to heal, and the wars her country was fighting finally ended after so many years of conflict.

To him, even as everything he'd gained was gradually taken away, it was all worth it. Because it was for her.

{ It wasn't like he could return what he'd taken from her, but he would die trying. }

His kingdom spiralled into chaos, and riots began to break out in various areas. At times, he needed to flee, but could never leave without the beautiful [ cursed ] mirror that connected the two worlds. At times like those, he took comfort in the short hours he spent with her. { Her happiness made his life seem brighter, as she looked at him with those shining violet eyes }

"Nagi-chan." He spoke one day, voice unnaturally serious, and her head turned to him inquisitively. "I have to leave soon."

Her eyes widened, and her face was an expression of pure horror. "No! You can't leave! You're my best-friend, you're not going to leave me!" Her pink lips turned down into a frown, and her eyes welled up with tears.

He soothed her as best he could through the mirror. "We're still together now, aren't we? Don't worry, we can forget about it, it won't happen for a very long time." He tried to smile reassuringly, but her frown only deepened.

"Promise me. Promise me you'll stay here and hold my hand." All he could do was nod and hug her, making a promise that he would never be able to keep.

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Her world became a fairytale, the closest to reality that her childhood fantasies could become. She was a princess in her own little castle, all of her life was happy and peaceful, and best of all, he was there.

[ please don't ever let go of my hand, don't let me be lonely again ]

・

But magic, like all things, is fleeting, and her dream slowly reverted to reality. Soon, life became a quiet mix of both her past and her wish, a life of contentness and tranquility.

The boy sighed. "The magic is wearing off…" He muttered to himself, as she wove a daisy chain.

It ended one day, all so abruptly.

"I need to leave." He spoke hurriedly, and his eyes were bright with panic.

"Don't go!" She cried out, desperate for him to remain by her side.

He smiled, a glistening tear slipping out his crimson eye.

"Thank you! Thank you for everything you've done for me!" The words escaped her mouth as she tried to convey her feelings in the little time she had.

He chuckled. "I just returned what you gave to me. I will never forget your smile and your tears that you've shed for me." A small grin spread across his visage, slowly fading out of sight.

He disappeared, as their little world began to crack, and she was returned to her own life, her own universe, her own existence.

"Don't forget me!" He called out, as the final shard of glass connecting them disappeared.

She never did stop polishing the mirror, hoping, wishing for the magician to return to her…

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[ even though he never did ]