Reflective surfaces
I don't own anything. Now kindly stop whacking me with the spatula.
Love the responses I'm getting. I wanna thank you all right now. You girls are epic and you guys rock my world. Let's give it up for Nana and Popo selfcest!
Man I hate the meaning but I love using that word.
Ness is OOC... FOR THE LOVE OF FRICK! HE'S A TEENAGER; WE DON'T HAVE THE SAME PERSONALITIES FROM WHEN WE'RE TEN OR WHATEVER! IT IS FOR PLOT/CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT! GEEZE! I MAKE ONE COMMENT AND YOU BITE MY HEAD OFF! ((*grumbles about OOC Marios who just cruelly dump Peach leaving her to do another pairing and why you guys don't complain about them*))
"Mirror I am seeing a new reflection. I'm looking into the eyes of He who made me. And to Him I have beauty beyond compare. I know He defines me" Barlow Girl- "Mirror" 2004
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Paralyzed, Nana was forced to hold her gaze at the boy's deep, blue eyes for what seemed to be an eternity before she could move again. Words of denial ran through her mind, making her shake her head in disbelief. 'This couldn't be real. This is not happening. And I am NOT a boy!' Yet, she somehow doubted this as she observed the reflection, holding the exact same expression and gesture as Nana.
Trembling, she inhaled unsteadily and slowly made her way towards the mirror, candle outstretched and mallet close at hand, the wooden floorboards creaking with every step that she took. Studying the boy as she moved towards the mirror, she saw that he was wearing a outfit slightly different to her own. Sure it was a blue version of the parka over the same peaking out shirt and shorts, but having an eye for detail (it came with the criticism she gave herself every morning) she saw how the fluffy white edges of his parka were dirtied by substances, she couldn't even identify it but it may have been food, opposed to her own parka which was only covered by the new layer of dust from the attic. When she looked carefully, she could see other little details that differentiated them like how the blue parka had holes in certain areas while Nana's looked brand new. In fact, the only thing that seemed to be exactly the same was the candle they both held, almost melted half way to the end.
Nana placed her palm on the surface of the dusty glass and watched the boy—no, the reflection—did the same, mirroring her every move. Cautiously, she looked up and stared at his similar blue orbs. Then she blinked, the intensity in her cold expression transformed into a softer and a rather entranced look. His similar coloured brown hair brushed against his brow smoothly, framing his pure (if not somewhat girlish- but hey, it was her reflection after all) face perfectly. His lips—she couldn't really describe his lips because she was pursing hers, naturally causing the curious reflection to do the same. But it was his round, damn similar ocean-blue eyes that made her hold her intense gaze. Instead of the empty and lifeless eyes a normal reflection would have, his were twinkling with what looked like curiosity and playfulness. Instead of an empty, lifeless stare, his contained depth; a depth so deep she felt like she could drown in them if she held her gaze for even second longer.
The thought of being lost in a reflection's eyes (not to mention the reflection was her own) made her feel awkward and soon she snapped out of her trance. It was crazy enough to have a screwed-up life but now she had to deal with the fact that she may be possessed by some kind of weird supernatural spirit who causes its victim to hallucinate as they stare into that very mirror! Oh my gosh, what was she going to do? Usually things didn't happen to her. Nothing romantic or exciting! This was just an ordinary, if-not-intensely-beautiful, mirror on the wall.
Or maybe…
Absent-mindedly, she opened her suddenly parched mouth and let out a silent, barely audible croak, "I—I'm Nana Kuraima."
Nana widened her eyes in bewilderment as she saw a gleeful, childish grin beginning to form upon the boy's face, revealing his identically perfectly white teeth. She didn't know whether she was more surprised by the fact that he could actually hear her even on the other side of the antique mirror, or by the fact that for once the reflection did not actually copy the movement of trembling she took as she stood somewhat still.
"I'm Popo... Kuraima I guess. I've waited such a long time for you to say something," the reflection named Popo replied with obvious delight. He clapped his hands together and almost seemed like he was going to start dancing in delight.
Ding dong.
That must be the sound of Nana's brain going haywire. At least, that's what she thought when she first heard his voice, suspiciously melodious for a hallucination or a spirit; she had long ago -actually not really, just when Popo stopped copying her- eliminated the possibility that it was a prank by the others.
Nana gawked as the reflection dubbed Popo looked at her curiously. In reality, reflections were NOT supposed to talk. They ARE NOT made to utter a single word! They are the non-existent 'nobodies' living on the other side of the mirror. A refection's sole purpose was supposed to be to mirror their owners, be it to please them or to indicate whether they look fit and well-dressed, or the opposite: but the purpose was not, definitely NOT, to strike up a conversation with whomever is standing in front of the glass!
Rooted to the spot and unable to move, Nana just stood there and tried to rest her eyes on anything else but the beautiful antique mirror, although she found that difficult as the mirror was all she saw when she was looking upwards, right or left. Popo raised a brow at the girl, who flushed as she felt his piercing blue eyes dig into her skin and examine her in every way. She couldn't believe she actually blushed at the face of the reflection... her reflection. But then again, she always found herself red whenever she caught someone staring intensively at her... from Master Hand to Jigglypuff.
"Aren't you gonna say something else?" he murmured, his grin reduced to a smile and his hands tucked by his side with his mallet, but it didn't decrease his friendliness that seemed to stream through the glass of the mirror.
Nana merely dropped her head and started at her feet now, trying to drain his seeming perfect and innocent voice out of her head. 'How could he expect her to let out a sound, other than a single petrified scream?'
"Ness? Lucas? Toon Link? Is- is this a joke?" she managed to choke out. She stood there, acknowledging the silence while the reflection named Popo still stared at her, wondering what was wrong and probably if she was ill or not.
She was ill—not physically, but rather the mental kind of illness. She thought that she was going insane; she was turning into a lunatic— this would not look good on her application to the next Smash Bros tournament.
"Joke? What do you mean?" Popo asked, blinking at her twice stupidly. Nana took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down to let Popo know what she was thinking before letting out a small squeak of surprise. She was about to say something else when she heard the sound of the ladder- that she used to get up here in the first place- creak and groan. Someone was coming up!
"Quick! Hide!" Nana yelled looking at her reflection. Yeah, she was definitely going to the mental institution if someone found her reflection running amok. Popo raised an eyebrow while Nana suddenly remembered he was a damned reflection. He couldn't leave the mirror unless she did and there was no time. Frantically pulled a ragged cloth off an old box and threw it over the beautiful mirror. Popo let out a small 'ngggh' but Nana 'shhhhed' him. "Please... be quiet. I don't want anyone to..."
"Nana? Are you up here?" came the voice. Nana gave out a small squeak as she watched a blue head pop out from the hole.
"Oh... Prince Marth. I didn't expect you up here." she said timidly
"Same here to be honest. Though ever since Pikachu got stuck up here and no one could find him for days, I've made a point to check here about fifty times when Master Hand needs to get someone." The nobel said as he crawled up and smiled at Nana, never leaving her spot since she had dumped the sheet on Popo.
"So he wants to see me?"
"Yeah. He didn't really tell me about it though. He just needs you in his office as soon as the lights come back. Is everything okay?"
"Ye... Yeah! Everything is fine!" Nana almost yelled at him. She mumbled an apology almost soon after while Marth gave a laugh.
"Hey, it's okay. You don't have to tell me." he said climbing over a few boxes and passing her. "You just seem a little down."
"It's nothing."
"Oh... okay." Marth said thoughtfully as he stared out the small window at the greying clouds. "I haven't been here in ages..." Now he seemed to be talking more to himself, but Nana couldn't help but prick up her ears.
"You've been here before? When did you discover it? I only found it today."
"Ah, I've known this place since Melee. Used to be the place where I locked up Roy when he was having his... fire issues." The two of them laughed at the mention of the swordsmen. Oh how fun it was to have the pyro around. Well... until the red head general burnt down half the rooms, that definitely got him kicked out. "Not many people know about it to be honest. Can I trust you to keep this place a secret?"
"Sure..." Nana said. Marth smiled and absent-mindedly glanced around the room, finally spotting the mirror with the telltale rag on it.
"Funny, that wasn't here before." Marth said making his way to pull it down, Nana gave a small breath and quivered, pondering what to do. If she protested, then Marth would know something was definitely wrong and if she remained silent... that... that thing in the mirror would just show how much of a freak she was.
Before Nana could even make her decision, in one fluid motion, Marth flung the cloth off to reveal the mirror. She closed her eyes and waiting for the comments or the yell of shock to come but there was nothing. For a few heart-pumping minutes there was nothing but pure dark silence echoing in the attic.
"Oh... it's just a mirror. It's pretty isn't it?" It was just that. Nothing else? Nana allowed her heavy lidded eyes to slowly open and examine the mirror again.
It was just the same as the one downstairs. Not the mirror and all it's beautiful framework, but just the reflection. The reflection of Marth's was exactly the same and now... so was hers. Popo had completely disappeared and staring back at her in the exact same manner was her proper, inanimate reflection.
"You okay Nana?"
"Yes Prince Marth... I think I'm fine." Nana said, ripping her gaze off the reflection. "I think I've been up here for far too long. I think the smell is getting to me." It was only a dream... no, just her imagination running amok. That was it, there was no such thing as reflections looking back and talking to you.
"Okay. You want to go downstairs and grab some hot chocolate? Princess Peach is brewing some up now and you look cold."
"I'm always cold, it comes with the powers... but okay. I'll come." she said allowing the older man to lead the way. She breathed a small sigh and followed the prince back towards the ladder. It was probably only her imagination running around in her head because she was tired after her brawl match yesterday. Yes, that was it. She was just tired. All she needed was some good hot chocolate and maybe a quick nap and she would be good as new. There would be nothing such as talking mirrors when she was well rested.
"Hey! Wait for me!"
"What?"
"What's wrong Nana?" Marth asked looking at the small girl. Nana looked left and right, trying to find the mysterious voice "Is everything okay?"
"Yeah..." Nana said as he began descending down the ladder "Everything is okay I guess..."
Sorry for the rant earlier but I needed to get that laid out for all of you. I'm just doing the final few tests and then I have holiday homework...
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