Authoress Notes: Strangely, this idea came to me during Science class while we were watching a movie over homogeneous and Heterogeneous solutions… yeah I really should have been paying a attention instead of day dreaming…oh well. Anyways I hope you enjoy what I've written…
Warnings: Violence
Disclaimer: I was not in anyway involved in the creation of Yuugiou therefore don't own it.
Summery: In an effort to escape her suitors Shizuka Kawai ran away from her cottage home in the mountains. Her biggest mistake though, was running away during a horrible thunderstorm. After being attacked by wolves and saved by a handsome man that takes her to his home Shizuka is told that she will never be able to leave his castle. The strange thing is that in the entire castle there isn't a single mirror. Shizuka asks the man, she came to know as Kaiba, why there were no mirrors only to anger him and he tells her to never enter the east wing of the castle. Curiosity, though, drives Shizuka to explore the east wing—what she finds out is far more knowledge than she hoped for.
Mirror
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Prologue: Dream
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Written by: Sakuranbo-Chan
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"Fiction is the truth inside the lie." – Stephen King
She didn't know what had come over her. Her legs seemed to have a mind of their own and no matter how many times she told them to halt—they refused. She couldn't find her voice as she felt as if her lips at been sown shut. Her mind screamed and shouted for her body to listen to her yet it did not. What is happening to me…? Her mind screamed in question.
Tears began to form her honey eyes gradually spilling over one at a time, Don't cry… her mind said softly, Nothing is wrong… Even as she told herself this she felt dread fill her heart. Why was she so scared? Abruptly her legs ceased from running causing her eyes to widen and dart left to right. Where was she? Blinking she focused on the scene before her.
A little boy no older that the age of nine, was being grabbed by his hair as the older man shoved his face next to the mirror, "Look." The man said venomously, "You are me." The boy whimpered at the man's words causing the man to smirk, "You will take over this land and you will be just like me!"
The boy whimpered again as tears began to gather in his cerulean eyes, "N-no…" The boy whispered, "I'm not you…"
The man's eyes narrowed at the little boy, "What did you just say?" The man asked as he tightened his grip on the boy's hair causing him to cry out in pain. Letting go of the boy's hair the man grabbed him by the throat and lifted him off the ground, choking him.
The boy shifted his eyes, his cerulean gazing meeting with her honey gaze, "S-Shizuka…" he whispered in a raspy voice, "Save me."
Horror stricken and confused Shizuka ran forward and pulled the boy form the man's grasp, "Stop it." She yelled, "Don't hurt him anymore." Wrapping her arms protectively around the boy Shizuka stared at the man. She was scared of him, very scared.
"How dare you interrupt me…" The man growled as his eyes darkened, "He is my son."
"No he's not!" Shizuka screamed in reply, what was she saying? She didn't even know this boy, so why? Why did it feel like she knew him? Loved him? Why did she have this odd feeling to protect him with her life?
The man advanced toward Shizuka. She could hear ever step he took. His feet pounding against the wood and his evil laughter echoing through out the house. Shizuka was scared—no, she was petrified. She could feel the boys shivering form in her arms and she began to find it hard to believe he wasn't real.
Isn't he real?
Squeezing her eyes shut Shizuka began to pray that it would all be over. That none of this was real and that the shaking boy in her arms was only a figment of her imagination—forever a dream.
Opening her eyes slowly Shizuka blinked. She was standing and the man and boy had disappeared. In front of her was a mirror—a giant mirror. Shizuka starred at it with curiosity. Shizuka extended her finger to touch it but before she could she heard a voice from behind her speak:
"Don't touch it."
Whirling around Shizuka came face to face with a man, who looked a lot like the little boy she felt she was only holding moments before. Blinking again Shizuka stared at the man in question, "Why?"
"Just don't." The man replied as he eyed the mirror, "It will kill you."
"Kill me?" Shizuka wondered as she returned her gaze to the Mirror. It was a very pretty mirror, the frame was made out of gold and had beautiful symbols engraved in it. Its beauty was striking. Shizuka felt as if it was calling to her. Lifting her arm Shizuka stretched her arm out and hesitantly touched the glass. Before she could even grasp the situation, the glass shattered causing shards of glass to be thrown in all directions.
Looking down at her hands Shizuka began to shake. Her hands has been pierced by man glass shards--crimson blood was oozing out and Shizuka could barley find her voice. Tears began to form in her eyes as she fell to the ground and cried out in pain, "I'm sorry…" Shizuka whispered, "So sorry…"
To Be Continued…
Authoress notes: Yes, I do realize that the dream makes no sense, but most dreams don't. In the latter chapters this dream will fall into place. I'll try to update as soon as I can! Ideas and constructive criticism are welcome. I have most of the plot figured out all I need to figure out now is the ending. Thanks for reading and tell me if you think I should continue!
- Sakuranbo-Chan