Cursed Mirror

RK doesn't belong to me.

AN: Hello, it's me again, and back in action once more. I've changed my name from aku-sama to aku-chan, it thought it was cuter this way. Anyway, I have a new fic up, and took down Faithless Forever; I'm going to work on it and maybe latter on re-post it. I hope you like this fic, which is probably one of the strangest ones I have ever thought of.

Prologue: Enter the ghost, exit a goddess

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A cursed mirror, something that holds a spirit strong enough to take revenge for her death before a completed life. Her grandmother was always telling that same old story about the silly mirror held on the family's shrine, circular and crystal, carved with an ancient language a spell that would supposedly set the devil free himself.

"So why keep it on the shrine?" she had asked, a child no more then five years old, looking up at a woman, beautiful even for her old age.

"Long ago my grandfather's foster mother died in our family dojo, and that mirror belonged to her family for generations. It would only seem fit that her soul would rest in it until the day seemed fit for her to complete what she has sought to do," replied the woman, leaning down the squeeze the child's checks.

"How do you know that Obaa-san?" asked her younger twin brother, staring at them with big eyes.

"The mirror is said to cast her sad reflection on the day she died, year after year."

But never once after that had either sibling seen the sad reflection in the mirror, for their grandmother's story had stopped them from doing so, even when they were rambunctious teenagers.

Then came a day when they did. Neither of the twins meant to look into it that night, the full moon high in the sky, and the day near end.

"Come on, nee-chan, what's so scary about a mirror?" Enishi asked, teasing his older sister mercilessly. It was so easy, as she was still in this embarrassed mode when her older brother fell off the roof—almost anyway—after he had witnessed her first kiss shared with the man of her dreams.

"You just know how to push it don't you?" She growled back, and looked over her shoulder to see her twin brother not far behind. "You aren't backing down from this, now are you?" she teased, looking at him squirm in his shoes as he shook his head no. "Alright then." Tomoe grabbed his arm and pulled him up with her to the altar, and they both saw the spook mirror shinning in the moonlight that shouldn't have been there. The door was closed and there were no windows in the small room.

Slowly they both reached out and grabbed a side of the mirror, lifting it up and off the table, holing it closer to them. Neither knew what to do as they gazed at the cold surface, until it set off this unholy glow, the carvings along the sides started to glow a hot fiery red, and it burned their hands as they let go of the mirror from the heat.

But the mirror didn't drop.

It floated there, and slowly, a woman appeared behind it, holding the mirror with her covered hands, the long sleeves of her kimono flowing over and hanging about her transparent body.

Her eyes opened, long black lashes, hiding the deep blue eyes that signified her as the one who died along time ago.

"You are both scared," she spoke, her voice soft and sweet. "But please, don't be. I have no reason to hurt you. All I want is your help."

In the mirror the image of her appeared, but something was wrong. She was pinned to the wall, a long sword sticking from her chest, and the bloody sign of a cross on her check. She was dead.

"Please, you must help me tell him…" The image changed to a smiling red head with violet eyes that glittered amber, a cross shaped scar, identical to the one that appeared on her body. "You must help me tell him something I should've done so long ago… Please!"

She gazed at them, her eyes searching from Tomoe to Enishi, silently begging with out words what she was asking of them both.

"What do we need to do?" Tomoe asked suddenly, the man in the mirror stoke something in her heart, reminding her of a man from long ago.

"I just need you to wear this," as she spoke, she held out a hand, the tips of her fingers coming out as a bracelet, covered in charms of a different race, cultural, a different time and world all together, appeared, awaiting her instruction. "It won't do anything to you, borrow life force, your body, no, I just need it to be worn by a human, flesh and blood, living…and then my body will be whole once more."

"What did you want to tell him?" Enishi asked, coming up, his sister showed no fear, and neither would he.

"I would finally tell him how I feel, how much I love him…I should have told him long ago, but I never had the chance…" She looked so said, with her raven black hair floating about, flying with the tears that fell, floating out into the moon light space about her and the mirror. "I don't have much time…"

"I will help," he said, "Not just for my sister, but…I feel like I have to do something to repay you…" Enishi didn't know where that came from, but the picture of the woman, something told him that this was his fault, and the least he could do was this as payment in this new life…but there was some resistance.

Her eyes gained a look of understanding as she nodded, and another bracelet appeared, identical to the one given to Tomoe.

"This will not be easy, but I thank you, for everything."

She vanished, and they two black out, the mirror floating back to its place on the altar. The only things different were the matching bracelets and the cravings that circled the mirror were gone.

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AN: I told you, freaky… anyway, this fic had been bugging me for a while at the moment, and I needed to finish it. This is the prologue, so I hoped you liked it. And please remember to review! Thanks!