Birdie: "I've decided to put this up on the net because the bugs in China
has bitten me so much I've been suffering from brain disorder. So, I dug
through my laptop and found this fic, written by me AGES ago."
Canary Muse: "8th of September, 2002 to be precise."
Reaper: "Who the heck are you?"
Canary Muse: "I'm Birdie's 'Canary Muse'!" *hugs Birdie*
Birdie: "..."
Reaper: *sweatdrop*
Warning: Yaoi (Trowa/Quatre), death and some dark, unexplainable stuff...
Shattered Mirror By Birdie
Glass on the floor...
Perfect mirror on the wall...
Blood over everything...
Quatre...
Flashback...
"Hey!! What's this?" Quatre looked me, pointing to a full-length mirror in the attic. I helped him pick it up from the rest of Wufei's junk.
"Gee..." he said. "What a waste of a perfectly good mirror."
"It'll look good in your study." I pointed out.
He smiled. "Thanks, Trowa!" so we carried it downstairs.
~*~
"Wufei..." I said. "Why didn't you say that you had a perfectly good mirror in the attic?"
The Chinese shrugged. "Something about it my sister didn't like. Yanzi was freaked by it and in the end father put it in the attic. Yeah, I don't see what's so wrong about it either, but no one bothered to take it out."
"So it's okay for Quatre to put it in his study?"
"Sure," Wufei said. "It's fine with me."
I nodded. "Thanks."
~*~
Quatre came in. "Trowa, can you come with me?" there was fear in his voice.
I blinked and followed him into him study. He pointed at the mirror, asking if I saw anything. I frowned.
It's perfectly fine.
I told him so, but he shook his head.
"No, no! Can't you see a crack?"
I looked again, a bit closer. "No, it looks the same as when got it down the attic."
He frowned. He fingered the glass, as if stroking a crack. "Hmm...maybe I'm just hallucinating; it'll probably go soon. Thanks anyway."
But it didn't go. All week, he kept on seeing cracks in the glass, which apparently got more and more. He couldn't concentrate, and during a mission, he got hit and Sandrock had to get serious repairs.
"Quatre! Pay attention!" Heero growled.
"S-sorry, Heero..." he muttered. But he still couldn't get it out of his head. So we had to cut him out until he got better.
A few days later, we were going to go to another mission, and it would last more that a week. Quatre grabbed my hand. "Trowa, don't leave me, please."
I sighed and called to the others. "I'm going to stay here with Quatre, okay? Call me if you need anything."
The others nodded. "Okay, look after him well." And they left.
~*~
"Trowa..." he said one night. "Can I sleep in your room tonight?"
"What's wrong?" I asked, logging off my email account.
"Well..." he said sheepishly. "When I'm alone, all I can think about it that crack in the mirror."
I disconnected magpie. "But I don't see anything!"
"That's exactly the point!" he told me. "Only I can see it!" his shoulders shook, I think he was going to cry. "It's...it's scary...I don't know what's wrong with me..."
Tears fell down his face. I wrapped my arms around him. "I don't know what's going on either, but shall we put it back in the attic? Would that help?"
He shook his head. "I can't. Whenever I try to remove it, it hurts. Deep inside my heart. It's...it's a mental thing. But it's strong..." he looked into my eyes. "Trowa...please...don't leave me..."
I bent down. "I'll never do that, Quatre."
Our lips touched. It was just for slit second, though. And when he pulled away, I didn't know whether it real, or I just imagined it.
"I...I gotta go..." he said and ran off. I sighed and shut down my computer. But he came back later, with his pillow and duvet. He was just about to put them on the floor when I grabbed his arm.
"There's enough room on the bed, you don't have to sleep on the carpet."
He blushed, but nodded and put his stuff on the bed. I help him spread it out. We went to bed, laying side-by-side. My heart was pounding. I rolled over, putting my arms around him. He gasped. "It's okay..." I whispered, trying to act like the older, more mature man that I am. "I won't let anything happen to you. You're safe."
He sighed and snuggled deeper into my arms and fell asleep. I watched him drift into peaceful dreams and fell asleep too.
~*~
A few days before the others got back. Quatre was worse than ever. He said he see himself in the shattered mirror, and his reflection was evil, it grinned at him and told him that he was going to die. Quatre said, it was like seeing his own soul shatter.
I suddenly remembered what Wufei said about his sister. So I phone Wufei on his mobile.
"Wufei? Can I have Yanzi's number, please?"
He sounded confused. "Why?"
"I want to ask her about the mirror problem." I told him.
There was silence. Then: "I'm sorry, Trowa, but Yanzi's gone."
"WHAT?!" I screamed.
"Sorry," he said. "But about 2 weeks after we got the mirror, she died."
"H-how?" I asked, not believing my own ears.
"We...we don't know. But we found her dead, in her room. The mirror seems to have shatter, because there was glass all over the floor, b-but when you look at it...seemed fine. Blood was everywhere, it was like it exploded and..."
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" there was a scream from upstairs.
"...and I'll call you back later!" I said quickly, hanging up. I ran upstairs on top speed. I ran into Quatre's room. Everything just hit me in the face.
Glass on the floor...
Perfect mirror on the wall...
Blood over everything...
Quatre...
Flashback Ends...
I walked over to Quatre, not caring that blood was all over my shoes. Everything Wufei said, the exploding mirror, the glass on the floor, the blood.
I kneeled down and held Quatre's body close. I turned to the mirror and gasped.
The mirror was shattered. My reflection...it was broken. My other self, grinning at me. Evilness in it's voice.
"It's coming, Trowa! The end is near!" it said.
I felt like...it was my soul talking...and my soul...
It was shattered.
Everything Quatre said, it was true...I couldn't believe it...
I bent down, kissing Quatre gently. I felt angry, that I couldn't save him when I was so close. But then, I realised, that this was all beyond my control. These forces, are unstoppable...
I put my hand on the glass, fingering each and every crack. Suddenly, it exploded. Glass pellets everywhere, cutting me, digging itself into me.
I screamed. I could feel it, driving into my body, into my heart.
I fell down, lying in the pool of my own blood. My sight darkened. I closed my eyes, feeling the senses all around me: I felt the glass in my arms...I felt the blood on my back...
I felt the evil presence of the mirror...the broken, shattered mirror...
Then, I knew no more.
The End
Birdie: "Hope that was okay! I wrote this wanting it to be Yuri, with Own Character, so Quatre might be said to be a "she" or something. Please review this! It'll mean so much!!" *begs with puppy eyes*
Reaper: "Ah...this fic brings me back to the good 'ole days..." *thinks of good 'ole days*
Birdie: "Reaper, only an old woman would say things like that."
Reaper: "Yes, well, if you have to stay with a bitchy grandmother all summer, you'll be influenced too!"
Birdie: *thinking of her holidays* "Too true."
Canary Muse: "8th of September, 2002 to be precise."
Reaper: "Who the heck are you?"
Canary Muse: "I'm Birdie's 'Canary Muse'!" *hugs Birdie*
Birdie: "..."
Reaper: *sweatdrop*
Warning: Yaoi (Trowa/Quatre), death and some dark, unexplainable stuff...
Shattered Mirror By Birdie
Glass on the floor...
Perfect mirror on the wall...
Blood over everything...
Quatre...
Flashback...
"Hey!! What's this?" Quatre looked me, pointing to a full-length mirror in the attic. I helped him pick it up from the rest of Wufei's junk.
"Gee..." he said. "What a waste of a perfectly good mirror."
"It'll look good in your study." I pointed out.
He smiled. "Thanks, Trowa!" so we carried it downstairs.
~*~
"Wufei..." I said. "Why didn't you say that you had a perfectly good mirror in the attic?"
The Chinese shrugged. "Something about it my sister didn't like. Yanzi was freaked by it and in the end father put it in the attic. Yeah, I don't see what's so wrong about it either, but no one bothered to take it out."
"So it's okay for Quatre to put it in his study?"
"Sure," Wufei said. "It's fine with me."
I nodded. "Thanks."
~*~
Quatre came in. "Trowa, can you come with me?" there was fear in his voice.
I blinked and followed him into him study. He pointed at the mirror, asking if I saw anything. I frowned.
It's perfectly fine.
I told him so, but he shook his head.
"No, no! Can't you see a crack?"
I looked again, a bit closer. "No, it looks the same as when got it down the attic."
He frowned. He fingered the glass, as if stroking a crack. "Hmm...maybe I'm just hallucinating; it'll probably go soon. Thanks anyway."
But it didn't go. All week, he kept on seeing cracks in the glass, which apparently got more and more. He couldn't concentrate, and during a mission, he got hit and Sandrock had to get serious repairs.
"Quatre! Pay attention!" Heero growled.
"S-sorry, Heero..." he muttered. But he still couldn't get it out of his head. So we had to cut him out until he got better.
A few days later, we were going to go to another mission, and it would last more that a week. Quatre grabbed my hand. "Trowa, don't leave me, please."
I sighed and called to the others. "I'm going to stay here with Quatre, okay? Call me if you need anything."
The others nodded. "Okay, look after him well." And they left.
~*~
"Trowa..." he said one night. "Can I sleep in your room tonight?"
"What's wrong?" I asked, logging off my email account.
"Well..." he said sheepishly. "When I'm alone, all I can think about it that crack in the mirror."
I disconnected magpie. "But I don't see anything!"
"That's exactly the point!" he told me. "Only I can see it!" his shoulders shook, I think he was going to cry. "It's...it's scary...I don't know what's wrong with me..."
Tears fell down his face. I wrapped my arms around him. "I don't know what's going on either, but shall we put it back in the attic? Would that help?"
He shook his head. "I can't. Whenever I try to remove it, it hurts. Deep inside my heart. It's...it's a mental thing. But it's strong..." he looked into my eyes. "Trowa...please...don't leave me..."
I bent down. "I'll never do that, Quatre."
Our lips touched. It was just for slit second, though. And when he pulled away, I didn't know whether it real, or I just imagined it.
"I...I gotta go..." he said and ran off. I sighed and shut down my computer. But he came back later, with his pillow and duvet. He was just about to put them on the floor when I grabbed his arm.
"There's enough room on the bed, you don't have to sleep on the carpet."
He blushed, but nodded and put his stuff on the bed. I help him spread it out. We went to bed, laying side-by-side. My heart was pounding. I rolled over, putting my arms around him. He gasped. "It's okay..." I whispered, trying to act like the older, more mature man that I am. "I won't let anything happen to you. You're safe."
He sighed and snuggled deeper into my arms and fell asleep. I watched him drift into peaceful dreams and fell asleep too.
~*~
A few days before the others got back. Quatre was worse than ever. He said he see himself in the shattered mirror, and his reflection was evil, it grinned at him and told him that he was going to die. Quatre said, it was like seeing his own soul shatter.
I suddenly remembered what Wufei said about his sister. So I phone Wufei on his mobile.
"Wufei? Can I have Yanzi's number, please?"
He sounded confused. "Why?"
"I want to ask her about the mirror problem." I told him.
There was silence. Then: "I'm sorry, Trowa, but Yanzi's gone."
"WHAT?!" I screamed.
"Sorry," he said. "But about 2 weeks after we got the mirror, she died."
"H-how?" I asked, not believing my own ears.
"We...we don't know. But we found her dead, in her room. The mirror seems to have shatter, because there was glass all over the floor, b-but when you look at it...seemed fine. Blood was everywhere, it was like it exploded and..."
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" there was a scream from upstairs.
"...and I'll call you back later!" I said quickly, hanging up. I ran upstairs on top speed. I ran into Quatre's room. Everything just hit me in the face.
Glass on the floor...
Perfect mirror on the wall...
Blood over everything...
Quatre...
Flashback Ends...
I walked over to Quatre, not caring that blood was all over my shoes. Everything Wufei said, the exploding mirror, the glass on the floor, the blood.
I kneeled down and held Quatre's body close. I turned to the mirror and gasped.
The mirror was shattered. My reflection...it was broken. My other self, grinning at me. Evilness in it's voice.
"It's coming, Trowa! The end is near!" it said.
I felt like...it was my soul talking...and my soul...
It was shattered.
Everything Quatre said, it was true...I couldn't believe it...
I bent down, kissing Quatre gently. I felt angry, that I couldn't save him when I was so close. But then, I realised, that this was all beyond my control. These forces, are unstoppable...
I put my hand on the glass, fingering each and every crack. Suddenly, it exploded. Glass pellets everywhere, cutting me, digging itself into me.
I screamed. I could feel it, driving into my body, into my heart.
I fell down, lying in the pool of my own blood. My sight darkened. I closed my eyes, feeling the senses all around me: I felt the glass in my arms...I felt the blood on my back...
I felt the evil presence of the mirror...the broken, shattered mirror...
Then, I knew no more.
The End
Birdie: "Hope that was okay! I wrote this wanting it to be Yuri, with Own Character, so Quatre might be said to be a "she" or something. Please review this! It'll mean so much!!" *begs with puppy eyes*
Reaper: "Ah...this fic brings me back to the good 'ole days..." *thinks of good 'ole days*
Birdie: "Reaper, only an old woman would say things like that."
Reaper: "Yes, well, if you have to stay with a bitchy grandmother all summer, you'll be influenced too!"
Birdie: *thinking of her holidays* "Too true."