Reflective surfaces

I don't own anything. Now shut up and hand me the pogo stick.

Yeah... nothing to say today so I'll do my quote of awesomeness and I'll run!

"Your words hurt me; like a flaming spear to my heart. Whether your words mean to or his doesn't it hurts. The pain of a freak like me never goes away. Don't talk to me, your words will burn me up inside." 'Sandra Fernando 2008

The warm brown liquid filled Nana's small cup as Princess Peach stood over her with a kind smile on her face. The brunette girl gave a small, content movement of her lips and sipped the drink while the light of the candles illuminated her small, pale face. The blonde ruffled Nana's short, unhooded hair as the younger girl allowed her taste-buds to explode from the rich flavours of foreign cocoa powders.

"Mmm... that's really nice. Thanks Peach." she said placing the cup from her rosy lips down. The blonde woman winked at Nana before moving her beautiful body over towards the other mansion dwellers to attend to their needs and heading towards the kitchen to restock on the delicious thick beverage.

"If you need something, call me!" she yelled over her shoulder. Nana nodded and looked out the window where it had begun to rain cats and dogs. To be perfectly honest, Nana wanted Peach to stay and talk to her as Marth had left to see his friends; but not wanting to be a burden to the lovely motherly figure, she remained silent.

The rain was getting pretty depressing, but somehow a smile managed to worm her way to her face. She liked it and not because it matched her new alert mood. She liked how each raindrop caught on the window and sparkled slightly in the dimming light of the alit candles. She enjoyed hearing the soft patter when it hit the glass plane; it had been ages since she had heard rain's soothing, free flowing harmony.

The ice climber began sipping the beverage again and looked around the small candlelit room; her hand absent-mindedly rubbing gently against the ceramic of the cup as she did so. It did seem pretty amazing how the candle's flames danced through the dark: she felt safe here. The warm atmosphere, the hearty talk she could hear around her- even if it wasn't directed to her-, the drink in front of her... it was the perfect relaxing scene. If only she could enjoy it properly with someone to talk to. That would be perfect for her.

"Mmmm... hot chocolate. Do you mind dropping in some of those mini-marshmallows off my little field of view? Those pink ones are delicious!"

However, that wasn't what she had in mind.

Nana gave a scream and dropped the hot chocolate; sending it's contents all over the table and smashing the ceramic. A few heads turned and a bundle of familiar snickers came out causing Nana to blush furiously as she hastily tried to wipe up the mess. She dropped to her knees and began swabbing up the spilt drink as best as she could without getting cut by the fallen pieces of her cup. She was not making much success seeing as she was short of napkins. That was a real misfortune for her.

'What's wrong with me? Did that mirror affect my mind that much?' Nana thought as she half panicked about her current state of mind and half at the flowing mess that seemed to extend all around her. That voice: it seemed so real but where did it come from? That mirror was three floors up and there wasn't another mirror around. She was going crazy just hearing that shockingly realistic voice in her head. She was having issues... or an emotional breakdown, that's why Master Hand wanted to see her.

Maybe it was about her mental state...

"Need a hand Piglet?" Nana quickly bit her tongue as a few tissues were handed to her. She snatched the square materials off the extended hand and silently began to wipe up the mess. The darkened figure crouched down next to her and began to help her soak up the drink. Nana sensing the person smirking from the tone of their voice, scowled and tried to ignore him. "You could say thanks; after all, you did spill some of it on me."

"Thanks Ness... and don't call me that" she mumbled darkly. The other brawler gave off a low chuckle and continued to clean.

"Why not Piglet? It fits you... you cover yourself in mud and you cover your stocky body with a pink coat. It fits relatively well." His laugh was weird but Nana ignored it, looked away and took a few new tissues; not wanting to say anything bad to Ness in case he used any of her words against her in the future.

"Ness... stop it."

"What's wrong Chunky? I mean... did I say something to offend you?"

Nana didn't say a single thing, she just looked away from Ness' confusing face, wishing that someone else would finally notice them and help her instead of ignoring her as they usually unintentionally did.

"You act so cold towards everyone. You should be more... ahhh... forget it it... you wouldn't understand... freak."

Now Ness had done it. Nana felt her face flush red with anger and heat at the 'magic' word that had been uttered.

"Did you just call me a freak?" she growled threateningly, not caring about the fact that Ness had pretty much just announced that his very intention was to make her angry. Well... it was blatantly obvious seeing how his dark eyes sparkled and his lips were turned into a slight smile. Her hair on the back of her neck stood dangerously on end as her teeth gritted against each other. Oh how she hated that word. The awful memories that word invoked at the back of her mind... but now wasn't the time for her to dwell on her past. Now was the time for Nana to stare at Ness in complete cold hatred.

"Yeah..." he confirmed shakily after a brief second. "Is there a problem with that?" Nana could feel a cold power building up inside her as she stood up and looked at Ness, dropping the tissues she was holding onto the floor. She pressed her nails into her palms as her tight fists coated themselves in frozen water. Her eyes were now going ice cold. She couldn't control it. This cutting feeling she bottled up inside; she was going to explode...

"Now that's quite enough you two! Ness, stop being quite insensitive and try mature a bit. Nana, I suggest you go wash yourself off. Even the aura says that you are looking sticky," said the low voice that came suddenly from two blue glowing eyes in the dark. Two black furred paws came from the shadows and lifted Ness out of Nana's way. The ice climber's eyes returned to normal from the shock of seeing the eyes and she shook her head dizzily. The result of the action ended up freezing all of the floor, causing the near blind brawlers to slip in the dark. Loud yells and cries were heard as Nana looked down apologetically, unsure what she should do. The blue eyes were closed and moved left and right in a sort of forfeit. "I shall request for an alloy or the princess to immediately dispose of the rest of the mess at their earliest connivence. Now go before there is anymore trouble..."

"Thank you Lucario..." Nana mumbled shyly as she began edging away from the intimidating aura Pokemon. He scared her so much but in a different manner to Ganondorf; how the Pokemon felt the emotions of all the brawlers but acted like he felt nothing. Maybe he probably did feel something if he was to interfere with just then though...

The steel/fighting type Pokemon said nothing in response as it looked directly at Ness with his cold blue eyes, engaging the PSI teenager in what she assumed to be a private mental conversation. Taking this silent cue, Nana fled the dark scene, taking advantage of the climbing boots she wore to prevent her from slipping on the frozen floor cafeteria styled floor like so many brawlers were currently doing.

"I'm sorry," she mumbled as she skid past the other brawlers blindly, making her way to the corridor so she could escape to her room. "I'm so sorry."

Perhaps a well needed nap could clear her mind from this mirror madness. Maybe she just needed to retire for the day: the storm was so bad that no one had the slightest idea of the time. Whatever she did, she just wanted to escape from it all... escape from it.
Damn voice. If every time she heard that voice would end up like this, then she wished that she would never hear the upbeat tone again.

Too bad that not all her wishes were heard.

"Where is it?" the voice roared. The dark skinned frog creature cowered in his seat as the tall, menacing stranger banged the countertop of his tiny shop, sending small knickknacks and books flying. The cloaked figure had appeared from no where on that slow, winter's night but it could be easily seen that the person, concealed by the robe, was pissed

"What..."

"Don't be a fool. You know what I'm talking about. Where is the Mirror of Breytingar?" Swallowing a bit of bile, the frog sat up on two of its hind legs and shook his head at the angry stranger. "What do you mean by that?"

"Shaking your head means no..." he began, trying not to stammer, "besides, I sold that old thing. It was doing nothing but collecting dust in the back." The person clenched their fist and slammed it down again

"YOU WRETCHED WORM! Do you know what you have done? The mirror is more powerful then you can perceive and should never be used! It should never have been created in the first place! How could you have sold it for some lousy second rate coins!"

"I didn't..."

"Of course you didn't understand. Of course you don't know." The figure roared. The shop keeper was about to say something before the figure grabbed the collar of his shirt and hissed "Do you know where it is?"

"I... the person didn't leave a name but they told me they live in Smashville... conversationally of course, so I have no idea of specifics."

"Smashville? That's pretty much a whole other galaxy! How could it get so far?"

"Plane?"

"Silence!" The stranger yelled again as it threw the shop keeper into a shelf, causing all of its contents to crash on the poor owner. The figure growled and shifted a sleeve up to reveal a pale boney hand; it didn't stay pale for very long though when a large crimson fireball began swirling in it. "The world needs less people like you. She needs people who can exploit that mirror... like me. So... I bid you farewell."

The shop was in flames, the frog quickly becoming crispy with his products. The figure stepped outside and breathed in the fresh air as the building collapsed behind it dramatically. They didn't care though. Nature was cruel as so was the stranger. Looking up into the sky, the hooded figure slinked into the darkness.

It was going to take one month exactly for it to get to Smashville. Twenty nine days too long but the figure didn't complain. It was just following her will and law. The mirror was a strict probation and she wanted it gone as soon as possible. Making a small hand sign, the figure just disappeared like a wisp of smoke.

Please review ya'll! You always make work so much easier when you do!

I hope you find this chapter satisfactory... Ness seems mean but try read what he said again. Can you spot something... extra in he was trying to say?

Pray that I pass my Health test...

Actual Popo content next chapter to make up for the lame shortness of this one! Yay! It will get very interesting, romantic and less... like the above segment then!

Review! Tell me where I've gone wrong!!!