A/N: Here's movement nine! This piece is AU-- it's really sort of an experimental thing. Seto's the magic mirror (like from Snow White), and Téa's looking into him. Weird, right? Yeah. Another thing that sets this piece apart is the fact that it's written completely as dialogue. Nothing else. Of course, since nothing happens but their conversation it's not that big of a deal. I just... wanted to expand, so this came out! I hope nobody's disappointed. Enjoy!
Movement Nine: Reflection
"I don't think you understand how this works. I gaze off into your glassy depths, and then you tell me that I'm the fairest in all the land."
"You're not."
"That doesn't really matter, now does it? The whole point of having you is for you to tell me that I'm the fairest. Whether I am or not makes very little difference."
"I've seen better, all the same."
"Augh! It doesn't matter! And you're a mirror! How the hell could you have seen anyone besides me, anyway?"
"Well, when you leave the curtains up, there's a very perky blonde across the way who likes to walk around her bedroom naked."
"Oh my... You're disgusting, you know that?"
"Don't be so naïve, girl; before I was a mirror, I was a man."
"No! And here I thought you were just made with the ability to speak."
"I don't appreciate your sarcasm."
"Too bad. So how'd it happen anyway? A curse? Piss off some beautiful enchantress? Pulled the wrong sword from the stone and fell under a spell?"
"Something like that."
"You're not going to tell me... are you?"
"I'll let you answer that ignorant question for yourself."
"That's what I thought. But can you break the spell? Return to your true form? Become a real boy?"
"I think I would gladly stay a mirror forever if it meant getting away from you."
"Oh, you're so kind."
"I do try."
"But really... Are you doomed to stay a mirror forever?"
"I imagine so. Something about being vain, never seeing the good inside anyone, having a heart as cold as glass... As always, there's supposed to be some sort of true love who can break my spell, but I'm rather doubtful that anyone could ever fall in love with a mirror."
"I don't know; you do have a sexy voice."
"Oh stop, I'm blushing."
"Asshole."
"And proud of it, too."
"Well I think you deserve it. You're not very nice, you know. You won't even do your one job and tell me I'm beautiful!"
"I never said you weren't beautiful. What I said was that there are other women who happen to be more beautiful."
"Wait... You do think I'm beautiful?"
"...I've seen worse."
"You could have just said that and we wouldn't have had to waste time with such pointless conversation."
"Perhaps I like pointless conversation. I'm a mirror, darling, I don't exactly have a chance to get out much."
"Oh, well maybe I should lend you to that nice blonde you seem so fond of. I'm sure you and she would be very happy together."
"There's no need to be snippy simply because she's slightly more attractive than you. If it makes you feel any better, I suspect that her brain power would be outmatched by a fruit fly."
"Yes. That does make me feel better. So shall we try this again?"
"If we must."
"Very good. Mirror, mirror on the wall, who's the fairest one of all?"
"Though you're fair with eyes so blue, there's one who surpasses you."
"Oh, you made it rhyme. That's so..."
"Yes, nice aren't I? Though there really is more than one– but I needed to stay with the rhyme scheme."
"Just... shut up or I'll pack you up and stick you in my attic."
"You know you'd miss me."
"I hate you."
"Yes, I love you, too."
End A/N: Thanks for reading! Please review.