Err. Don't ask where this came from. And I'm at school...
Trapped
The fingers danced across the keyboard, trying to figure out what exactly they are typing.
A smile lifts the one corner of the normally frowning mouth as something stirs in the mirror.
Nothings there
Never fear
Never, ever worry…
The fingers continue the typing, eyes occasionally flickering to the mirror, noticing the image the collected on the other side.
The smile tightens into a smirk.
The golden Item nearby glimmered brightly, even as the trapped one pounds from the inside of the glass.
He gives up, shining hair far more lustrous that the Item that has him trapped.
Trapped…
…forever…