Reflective surfaces

I don't own anything. Now kindly remove that gun from the back of my head

Love the responses I'm getting. Really epic. I'm dedicating this to my friend and all the girls who put themselves through mirror torture. Stop it because you don't need it! Also... the somewhat inappropriate bit. Okay starting now... sentences deteriorating...

*shot*

"You made yourself a bed at the bottom of the blackest hole. And convinced yourself that it's not the reason you don't see the sun anymore." Paramore- When it rains- Riot album 2007

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For once, the weather matched her mood. Usually, the bright and sunny mornings that the smash mansion was usually basked in were Nana's most favorite times of day; the morning had always been a special time for Nana- to see the world in a purely untainted and noiseless form- that's what she liked best and why she always woke up and precisely six a.m. in the morning. Just to sit on her little wooden chair and see: the Smash Lake, Forest and the morning sunrise from her balcony window on the second floor. However, lately the cheeriness of the scenery had threatened to make her vomit as she had a look out to see infinite perfection: she didn't realize it, but Nana was awfully jealous of the world's beauty. So when she woke up the next morning to find that the clouds above were sobbing, she felt a little bit relieved. For two hours, her eyes watched the rain fall, small wet orbs trickling from her closed window onto the window sill while other drops exploded upon impact with the ground sending more little bits of rain everywhere. It was so relaxing to see the raindrops and she thought she could have fallen asleep. The brown eyes began to sag, but she never quite succumbed to slumber.

"OH FOR THE LOVE OF... CRAZY! CRAZY GET BACK HERE!" Nana winced as her small, hair covered ears pick up the booming voice of Master R. Hand call out after the zipping noises of a left gloved hand. Her eyelids crashed together as she heard Crazy L. Hand smash into the furthest wall of the Smash Mansion's second floor. The piecing screech of the gloved left hand against the wall indicating the insane glove had began to slide down and manage to collapse in a heap on the ground floor. Nana cringed as she heard the insane cackling outside; but she didn't leave the room to check out the obvious damage like she wanted to. Not with all of the other smash characters still out there, prepared to comment on her looks when she wasn't ready for the day. She didn't have to be stupid and weak in their eyes as well as ugly. So instead she simply got up and walked over to the full body mirror and examined her unusual appearance.

She never like her face, yet her daily ritual would involve her looking at herself and criticizing her appearance; she wasn't being superficial... too much. She sighed as she stepped in front of her slightly cracked mirror, wishing to get a new one, and began examining herself. As usual the results were horrible. She found that her messy hair was officially starting to dry up at the fringe and becoming a little frizzy; then the face... she found another small spot coming through just on her left cheek, her lips were cracking and her eyes seemed to be all dark and dreary despite their pale blue coloring. Yep, she found herself visually unappealing again... like yesterday. Now for her body. Nana didn't know why she put herself under her own critical gaze, she just did instinctively as carelessly she ripped off her nightgown and looked at her naked chest from the mirror. Yep, still nothing special there. Flat, short and fat... that was the easy three words to describe her accursed body. Why didn't puberty bless her like it did with the tough and brutal yet beautiful and slender Samus Aran? Her body was just another thing to hate in addition to her other flaws... maybe that's why she had such bad control of her powers; her body wasn't suited to harness her ice... it was just like a boy's.

Giving a sigh, Nana carefully pulled on her usual pink ice climber parka and shorts on before she hauled her mallet over her back. She slammed the door behind her and looked down the hall, before heading the other direction; walking to where breakfast was. However, the loud crash of something electrical and the sudden lack of lights made her stop in her tracks. She shivered a bit as she looked around her; everywhere was dark, only being slightly illuminated by the gray outside light coming in from the windows.

"Okay! What the hell just happened?" Came a voice from the darkness

"Eeek! My hair! Half of it isn't straightened and the other is! I look like a clown!"

"Wait... dude! You straighten your hair?"

"The light's aren't working!"

"Will you shut up?"

"It's cold here!"

"Where's Master Hand?"

Nana heard the numerous murmurs and yells as the other residents of the mansion began to emerge from various areas of the house. Some had taken out small flashlights while others, such as the Mario brothers and Princess Zelda, had taken out fireballs to illuminate the area. It was obvious that the sounds had came from downstairs so in what seemed like no time, the smasher ensemble began to walk downstairs to see what the main commotion was. Eventually, everyone managed to get to the ground floor, after numerous accidents involving people bumping into each other, and assemble in a large auditorium where the brawl simulator and the stands were played and saw a very ticked off Master Hand with a innocent looking yet burnt Crazy Hand who managed to break a massive hole in the wall.

"What-a is the matter Master Hand-a?" came the clear Italian voice coming from the unofficial leader, Mario. The hand turned its fingers towards the group consisting of no less than thirty eight brawlers - Red had his Pokemon out - and twitched a little bit before turning to the insane left hand again and giving a heavy groan.

"It would seem you have the day off... Crazy Hand here has somehow managed to destroy the roof, short circuit the main power box, blast a hole in the wall to let even more water in, trash the plasma TV downstairs and..."

Nana widened her eyes in slight amusement as, more then three quarters to be precise, the smashers had pulled out their weapons and had the very crazy intent on killing the left hand; for trashing one of the most important things they kept in the mansion to prevent them from falling prey to boredom. No, it wasn't the brawls. It was their ever beloved television.

"Uh... you're dismissed?"

"GET HIM!" yelled Falco as he began shooting Master Hand before the rest, including the ones who didn't care about television and just wanted to fight, attacked the two gloved hands.

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The faint light flickered in the darkness as Nana held the small wax candle and made her way to the kitchen. It had been two hours since the massacre of the gloved hands and needless to say, the fight didn't end well. Nana managed to see various injuries, mostly received by the glove brothers, in the past hour but she didn't dwell on it to much. People here got hurt all the time. She knew it, of course, from experience.

"Hey! Piglet! Over here!"

Her eyes tightened and the candle was snuffed out as she heard the insulting nickname again. She recognized the voice. It was Ness again. He was a nice kid and generally a good guy but as an adolescent there was something about Nana that made his instincts want to tease her. So he did that at Nana's expense. Fighting the urge to cry, Nana kept walking to the kitchen, in need of some breakfast after the unusual start to the morning.

"Piglet! Hey! I'm talking to you."

Somehow, Nana couldn't find the strength like she had yesterday. It was as if the gray clouds over the building had blocked out any bit of resistance and willpower she had to retort to Ness and whoever he was with. Small rain copies began to fill her eyes as her pace quickened and she began moving faster down the corridor.

"Hey... Nana! Get back here!" Nana stopped as a hand grasped her shoulder. She blinked back tears and looked back to see almost nothing. There weren't many windows here, and the cloud coverage made the day seem like the darkest point of night, she couldn't see a thing besides vague silhouettes crowded around her.

"Wha... what do you want?" she whispered, struggling to find her voice.

"There's nothing... we just want to have a talk," Another voice, one she couldn't identify. She wanted to run now but she could do so, not in the dark.

"Leave me alone... Sa... Samus is waiting for me and she'll be looking for me if I'm not in her room in five minutes," Nana lied, trying to feign an air of confidence. It worked as she felt the hand slacken and a few whispers about the revered huntress.

"Fine..." She didn't let Ness finish as she bolted away. She made it through another flight of stairs before her straining eyes managed to lead her to the highest floor of the mansion. Nana panted and looked up; she had never been on this floor and it excited her a little. There was a few doors and the one if in front of her was a simple, yet almost glowing, white door. She breathed slowly and looked around before taking another match out of her pocket, lighting the small wooden object she gave a small smirk. Here was something to do. It was away from any prying smashers and it seemed interesting enough to kill the boredom that the power shortage created. She reached for the doorknob and found that turning it was a little tougher than she expected.

"It couldn't be that long ago since someone had opened it, can it?" She thought. Putting all of her remaining energy into that knob, it took her several seconds before the door opened abruptly, causing Nana to stumble back a few steps. She had opened the door to the new room!

Except it wasn't a room. It looked more like a tiny broom closet. Except, it wasn't a closet even when you looked at it at various angles. Nana knew this by the narrow wooden ladder that seemed to lead up to another level of the house. An attic perhaps? But how come Nana never knew there was even an attic in the house? There was only one way to find out and Nana knew she had to climb up the ladder to reach that new and undiscovered place. Maybe she could use it as a playroom to keep herself entertained with and secluded from the rest. Maybe there were many fascinating antiques left untouched and unwanted in the attic that she can evolve into newer and more desired objects.

The ladder quivered under Nana's weight as she climbed up the long wooden device. She shuddered. Perhaps this was why Master Hand never told them about this room? She shook her head. There are other things that could inflict hazard to a person other than a fragile wooden ladder; he probably just forgot. Even if the ladder wasn't extremely lengthy, Nana found the climb endless until she realized she was only a couple of steps away from seeing the room. Maybe it was the coldness of the attic that sent shivers down her spine. Or maybe it was because of those spiders that crawled across the ladder every now and then.

At last she arrived at her destination. The whole attic was dusty and dirty, cobwebs were scattered everywhere, as if they were blown by the wind. Not a soul stirred. The attic seemed eerily frozen and the silence was ringing in her ears. The only source of light was from the gray outside world, which filtered down gently through the veils of the window. It was as if she was placed in a scene of a flashback—add to that a broken rocking horse which was positioned in a corner of the attic and the numerous boxes littered around.

But it wasn't the filled cardboard boxes, that could have Snake satisfied for years, that fascinated Nana. What did was the mirror which was attached to one of the vast walls of the attic. She gaped at the mirror, astonished by the size of the glass. It was more than two meters across the wall and about four meters high, barely grazing the height of the wooden ceiling. The mirror was framed with an elegant golden oak design that curved and rounded in odd angles making it look very Gothic and medieval. The mirror was embroidered with what seemed to be real rubies and sapphires in star shapes, mostly patterned around gold engraved foreign words, at the top of the mirror. However, when Nana approached the mirror, what she saw in the reflection of the untouched, dust-free surface gave her a shot of confusion rippling through her mind.

Nana was baffled. She wanted to freak out and cry right there in the attic, thinking how she could have ever mistaken her gender for the past 14 years, or whether she should investigate the mirror further; because staring back at Nana was a brown-haired boy wearing a light blue parka and holding a mallet.

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Don't like this chapter, I think I could have dragged it out more but I couldn't really think on what to do. Meh, Popo is here at least!

If you think Ness is OOC then smile! Because you just fell for a character development trap!

Oh well, please send in your reviews about my sucky grammar and my plot. I wanna change it!