The Mirrors
Chapter 1: The Mirror's Entrance
"Miharu, look at this mirror. Isn't it beautiful?" Xiaoyu picked up the brass mirror to give her companion a better glance.
"It is, Xiao. Are you going to add it to your 'I'm so vain' collection of mirrors?" They both gave a hearty laugh.
"Just for that comment, I think I am."
"Can you believe the Mishimias of all people are holding a garage sale? Even the word doesn't suite them. For them, it should be called, 'Stuff we're too good for'."
"Yeah, I know what you mean. All this stuff is so nice, I couldn't imagine why they would want to get rid of any of it. But hey, this is the closest we'll get to the Mishimia property, ever."
"I suppose. Let's go get this paid for and bounce, I have an appointment soon on the other side of town."
"Uhm, excuse me sir, uh, how much for this mirror?" Xiao tapped the shoulder of a man with platinum colored hair.
"Huh? Oh, hello Miss. Did you want to purchase something?" The man turned around and gave a sincere smile.
Xiaoyu returned the smile. "Uh, yes." She held the mirror for him to see.
"Ah yes, excellent choice. Absolutely stunning, isn't it? To be honest, I hate to see this old thing go, it's been in the family for a while. You might want to ask the old man, he's the one holding the sale, he's standing next to that bush." He pointed in the direction of Heihachi Mishimia.
"Thank you Mr.."
"Chaolan, Lee Chaolan."
"Mr. Chaolan, thank you. I'm Xiaoyu, nice meeting you." She shook his hand and walked over to the bush he pointed to.
"Mr. Mishimia, I'd like to buy this mirror and I was wondering how much it cost." She looked at the man. He was at least 70 with a balding head and a bozo the clown hair cut. She had to stifle back a laugh.
"Free."
"Ok, let me get out my...Excuse me?"
"I said it was free, now move along, I have other things to attend to." And he was gone.
The stunned Xiao walked back over to her friend. "So how much was it, Xiao?"
"It was free."
"Really? That's thing is at least worth $100 if not more. What'd you do, flash him?"
"You know what, I've had enough of your mouth." Xiao playfully hit Miharu on the side of the head. "Mr. Mishimia was kind of rude about it though."
"Your rack must not be that great"
"Ha, ha. I know Ms. A cup isn't talking."
"Good come back, Miharu actually doesn't have a comeback." They laughed and were on their way.
* * *
Xiaoyu sat on her apartment coach and set the mirror down on the coffee table. She looked around the room at all the mirrors she had accumulated over her 20 years of life. For some reason, mirrors had always drawn her. Hell, even the coffee table was glass. She wasn't vain, she was searching. She always looked for something, but she never found what it was. Now here was yet another mirror. Maybe this mirror held the answer. Xiao traced the brass embroidering before picking it up. As always, she looked passed herself and searched, but she didn't see what she wanted.
"That's the problem, what is it that I'm looking for?" Was the question that haunted her all these years. But a knock at the door interrupted her thoughts. "Coming!" she yelled.
She walked over to the door and looked through the peephole. She recognized the person as Lee Chaolan. She opened the door immediately.
"Mr. Chaolan, what a surprise. How did you know where I lived?"
"I don't want you thinking you have a nutcase stalking you, but I followed you all the way downtown and back."
"What for?"
"Well, I know you bought that mirror fair and square, but I really need it back."
Xiaoyu wanted to tell him he she didn't buy jack shit, but she wanted to keep the mirror. Although she had next to a hundred, this one stood out for a reason she couldn't put her finger on. "It's a very nice mirror and I could understand why you would want it back, but I'd really like to keep it."
He looked around the room and she knew exactly what he was thinking. However, she wasn't going to lose the mirror because he thought she was just a vain yuppie. "$1,000."
"Excuse me?"
"Make that $2000."
"Oh my goodness, that's a lot of money for a mirror. But I'm really not interested. I want to keep this mirror and that's final." Finding the answers was far more important to her than money could even come close to.
"$5000."
"No.
"Not even for 10?"
"No, no, no, and no. I know you're very fond of it but it's mine now. If you don't mind I need to get some work done."
"Fine, but I'll stay in contact Xiaoyu." And he walked out the door.
Xiao walked back to the coffee table and stared at the mirror. "I wonder why he was so determined to get the mirror back."
* * * The story's officially started. I went back and edited the prologue. I didn't realize how many grammatical mistakes I made, lol. If you see any, please let me know. I'm kind of a perfectionist when it comes to that. Anyway, the prologue will be explained towards the end of the story. That's if anyone stays interested long enough *crosses fingers*. Review please, mature criticism always welcome. Take care,
DnL
Chapter 1: The Mirror's Entrance
"Miharu, look at this mirror. Isn't it beautiful?" Xiaoyu picked up the brass mirror to give her companion a better glance.
"It is, Xiao. Are you going to add it to your 'I'm so vain' collection of mirrors?" They both gave a hearty laugh.
"Just for that comment, I think I am."
"Can you believe the Mishimias of all people are holding a garage sale? Even the word doesn't suite them. For them, it should be called, 'Stuff we're too good for'."
"Yeah, I know what you mean. All this stuff is so nice, I couldn't imagine why they would want to get rid of any of it. But hey, this is the closest we'll get to the Mishimia property, ever."
"I suppose. Let's go get this paid for and bounce, I have an appointment soon on the other side of town."
"Uhm, excuse me sir, uh, how much for this mirror?" Xiao tapped the shoulder of a man with platinum colored hair.
"Huh? Oh, hello Miss. Did you want to purchase something?" The man turned around and gave a sincere smile.
Xiaoyu returned the smile. "Uh, yes." She held the mirror for him to see.
"Ah yes, excellent choice. Absolutely stunning, isn't it? To be honest, I hate to see this old thing go, it's been in the family for a while. You might want to ask the old man, he's the one holding the sale, he's standing next to that bush." He pointed in the direction of Heihachi Mishimia.
"Thank you Mr.."
"Chaolan, Lee Chaolan."
"Mr. Chaolan, thank you. I'm Xiaoyu, nice meeting you." She shook his hand and walked over to the bush he pointed to.
"Mr. Mishimia, I'd like to buy this mirror and I was wondering how much it cost." She looked at the man. He was at least 70 with a balding head and a bozo the clown hair cut. She had to stifle back a laugh.
"Free."
"Ok, let me get out my...Excuse me?"
"I said it was free, now move along, I have other things to attend to." And he was gone.
The stunned Xiao walked back over to her friend. "So how much was it, Xiao?"
"It was free."
"Really? That's thing is at least worth $100 if not more. What'd you do, flash him?"
"You know what, I've had enough of your mouth." Xiao playfully hit Miharu on the side of the head. "Mr. Mishimia was kind of rude about it though."
"Your rack must not be that great"
"Ha, ha. I know Ms. A cup isn't talking."
"Good come back, Miharu actually doesn't have a comeback." They laughed and were on their way.
* * *
Xiaoyu sat on her apartment coach and set the mirror down on the coffee table. She looked around the room at all the mirrors she had accumulated over her 20 years of life. For some reason, mirrors had always drawn her. Hell, even the coffee table was glass. She wasn't vain, she was searching. She always looked for something, but she never found what it was. Now here was yet another mirror. Maybe this mirror held the answer. Xiao traced the brass embroidering before picking it up. As always, she looked passed herself and searched, but she didn't see what she wanted.
"That's the problem, what is it that I'm looking for?" Was the question that haunted her all these years. But a knock at the door interrupted her thoughts. "Coming!" she yelled.
She walked over to the door and looked through the peephole. She recognized the person as Lee Chaolan. She opened the door immediately.
"Mr. Chaolan, what a surprise. How did you know where I lived?"
"I don't want you thinking you have a nutcase stalking you, but I followed you all the way downtown and back."
"What for?"
"Well, I know you bought that mirror fair and square, but I really need it back."
Xiaoyu wanted to tell him he she didn't buy jack shit, but she wanted to keep the mirror. Although she had next to a hundred, this one stood out for a reason she couldn't put her finger on. "It's a very nice mirror and I could understand why you would want it back, but I'd really like to keep it."
He looked around the room and she knew exactly what he was thinking. However, she wasn't going to lose the mirror because he thought she was just a vain yuppie. "$1,000."
"Excuse me?"
"Make that $2000."
"Oh my goodness, that's a lot of money for a mirror. But I'm really not interested. I want to keep this mirror and that's final." Finding the answers was far more important to her than money could even come close to.
"$5000."
"No.
"Not even for 10?"
"No, no, no, and no. I know you're very fond of it but it's mine now. If you don't mind I need to get some work done."
"Fine, but I'll stay in contact Xiaoyu." And he walked out the door.
Xiao walked back to the coffee table and stared at the mirror. "I wonder why he was so determined to get the mirror back."
* * * The story's officially started. I went back and edited the prologue. I didn't realize how many grammatical mistakes I made, lol. If you see any, please let me know. I'm kind of a perfectionist when it comes to that. Anyway, the prologue will be explained towards the end of the story. That's if anyone stays interested long enough *crosses fingers*. Review please, mature criticism always welcome. Take care,
DnL