Reflective surfaces

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

Yeah... Sorry for no updates... exams and stuff...

"There's a girl in the mirror, I wonder who she is. Sometimes I think I know her. Sometimes I really wish I did" The Girl in the Mirror- Brittany Spears

Yawning, Nana pull the covers off her body and rubbed her eyes tiredly. Last night was a total mess; she could still feel the heat from her blushing face from yesterday. Ice Gods that was embarrassing. Messing up so greatly over a silly figment of her over active imagination.

The brunette wrinkled her nose in disgust as she sat up and found that she fell asleep in her usual clothes last night, having been in a haste to leave the dining area. The bed was now slightly damp because of the ice left of her parka and now dirt seemed to just shower everything on top of her bed. Groaning, the Ice Climber hopped out and looked at the mess.

"Oh well... now is probably a good time as any to wash my sheets." Nana sighed as she began undressing. Her eyes absentmindedly glanced over to where her digital clock was where the red numbers were flashing 5am in the morning. Nana gave a small smile; sun would rise soon but not quite yet: there was plenty of time for her to take a good shower before she watched the usual beautiful sunrise. Plus the manor's electricity was obviously back on which lifted her spirits a little bit.

As her undershirt finally came off, she entered the pristine, shiny bathroom in all it's deep amethyst coloured glory and opened the glass shower door.

"Eep!"

Nana turned around, looking for the source of the voice. Was someone peeking at her? She was sure that she locked the bedroom door the previous night and she was confident that most of the more perverted smashers were never very good at waking up in the morning. Anyway, why would anyone want to look at her? She wasn't anything like the infamous Samus Aran in attitude or in regards to her body. Curiouser and curiouser.

"Is anyone there?" she yelled out. She waited for a few minutes and after hearing nothing, but the sound of her own heavy breathing echoing, she walked into the shower, fearing that she was still hearing those odd voices from yesterday and going mad.

Nana turned on the water as hot as she could handle and let off an intense sigh. It felt so nice against her cool body. Water poured quickly on and steam didn't hesitate to begin forming, shrouding the bathroom with it's watery haze.

A few worrying thoughts crossed her mind, the most prominent thought was the one about Master Hand. Judging by her little clock at the bathroom lights, the power was back on, meaning that the white glove would want to see her. She really hoped it didn't involve her recent brawling performances or last night's incident. Sbe had to make a good explaination soon or she could kiss the mansion's grounds goodbye.

'I should stop worrying... worrying give you wrinkles, right?" Nana joked as she closed her eyes and just stood there, trying to clear her mind of all unnecessary thoughts. She didn't need any of that today. Today was going to be a new day.

She wasn't sure how long she spent in the shower. All she knew was that she felt completely at ease with the water splash at her back. When she did open her eyes she giggled almost nostalgically and looked at the steamed up bathroom, looking as thick as a fog instead of common water vapor. She switched the tap off and shook herself dry before stepping across the bathroom to get her fluffy pink towel.

"Ehhh... ahhh... umm..."

Again, Nana swiveled around, now the towel covering her chest down, and cautiously surveyed the bathroom. There was no one she could see; just the bathroom mirror and the steam ridden reflection. Was it her or was her towel a bit to low? She gave herself a small head shake, to tell herself to not think of such trivial things, before she walked out of the bathroom, shivering once the sharp cold air of the morning pierced her skin.

She threw on her usual pink attire and made her bed as per normal before she looked at the mirror in her room and did her usual morning face inspection. Though as she neared it, she noticed something different.

Why the hell wasn't her reflection wearing her parka?

She... or rather he, judging by his scruffy, shorter hair, wasn't even copying her pose. He was facing behind, trying to make the reflection of the bed in the same neat way she did and failing miserably. Nana gawked as the boy in the mirror struggled to tuck the sheet in under the pillows.

Then it was when she screamed. The reflection fell over and turned to directly face Nana.

"Owwww..." Now fully awake and aware that she might've not been imagining things, the girl sat on her own bed- screaming still- away from the mirror. Again, her odd reflection did the opposite to her movements again and ran towards her, stopping only when he came to the glass of the mirror and waved his arms as if he was trying to comfort a toddler.

"Shhhh! Not so loud. You might wake someone up."

"Wake someone up?" Nana yelled loudly, making the mirror kid cover his ears "Is that all you can say? Oh god, I'm going mad!"

"Can't you rant softly?" If Nana was in the mood, she would have suddenly dropped her mood and would've began laughing at the brunette. However, seeing that there was a cute, male alter-ego in your mirror wouldn't exactly put you in a laughing mood... ever. She still managed to recognise him from before, even if she didn't want to. She wanted to discard her first mad memory of him but that idea was now out the window. "Close your eyes and take a few deep breaths... please. Try calm yourself down." The boy asked her, seeing the expression tightly placed on her face

Nana stared at his innocent expression for a moment before she complied to his request; letting her chest swell up before gently falling. Her eyes closed as she slowed down her heart-rate and to her surprise, she actually felt more at ease. The mirror image waited patiently for her eyes flutter open. She stared.

"Who... are you?"

"I'm Popo. Don't you remember me?" She nodded slowly while he beamed. Then she shook her head and tried to speak again.

"But... but you're my reflection! You're not supposed to move! Wha... what are you?" The boy blinked at her, trying to comprehend the question, before shrugging and twiddling his thumbs subconsciously.

"I... I don't know exactly how I came..."

"How can you not know what are you?" Nana said, building some confidence and sitting up a little straighter.

"Because... hmmm... I do know. I don't know how I came here but I know what I am." He said before looking behind him towards the bed's reflection. "How do you get the sheets right? You sleep much more messily then I do and yet you can get that bed looking like something out of a magazine."

"What?"

"Oh! The question! Right... I guess I am a part of you Nana," he murmured as calmly as he could, his eyes were glimmering in the soft lighting of her room. "The part that can only be exposed in the other side of any reflective surface."

The brunette raised her pencil thin eyebrows, a completely flummoxed expression stuck onto her face. The last sentence that Popo had just spoken out loud sounded like a constant buzzing in her ears.

"Come again?" she asked, decreasing the height of her eyebrows and turned them into a frown. Popo mimicked a weary sigh as though repeating the last couple of sentences would be such an immense task to complete.

"I'm a part of you. A mirror or a shiny surface reveals me, see?" he gave a brief smile at the baffled girl who stood at the opposite side of the mirror. "You know how mirrors show how you look? How they reflect your appearance…?" he asked slowly. Nana chortled at this question, causing Popo to be taken aback. As far as he could recall, he had not mentioned anything that could be considered as a joke. So why did she laugh?

"Yes, I do know how mirrors work, thank you very much," she said breathlessly as if her chortle had suddenly removed all of the air from her lungs. Popo felt the colour rise up to his face. He had to admit, she did look kind of cute when she laughed sincerely.

"Yeah, well, stuff now reflects not your appearance, but the other part of you. Maybe I'm a person inside of you," he finished with a smile. Nana nodded politely, pretending that she had comprehended the last sentence Popo had just spoken.

She didn't. If she understood, then she would get why he only started appearing now. Why did he started appearing?

'Wait, did he just say that a part of me was a boy?'

"What was that?" She asked suddenly, jerking her head up "What you said before."

"Before? How do you get the sheets..."

"No, before that... wait... hang on, since you mention it..."

"You sleep more messily then..." Popo started. Nana narrowed her eyes and, without warning, threw a pillow at the mirror, causing the reflection to instinctively duck down as if he actually felt the soft material hit him. The discarded pillow smashed a small picture but the Ice Climber didn't even spare a second glance.

"Stalker! You watch me in my sleep!"

"What?"

"You pretty much just told me that yourself!" Nana said jumping off the bed.

"Well its not my fault you put your bed within the view of the mirror!" The brunette protested "I have to follow you everywhere."

"Then how am I supposed to leave? I can't just go avoiding every mirror in the house so no one sees you. Heck, Crazy Hand has even made a hall of mirrors because that insane glove can!" Popo laughed, making Nana frown. Why was he laughing? She was freaking out here and he was just in hysterics!

"You don't get it. Do you?"

"At this point I don't get a lot of things"

"Okay... remember back in the attic?"

"Where I made a fool of myself the last time?" Popo gave the same irritating laugh which somehow cause a smile to involuntarily worm onto Nana's face.

"That's the place. That blue dude couldn't see me and neither could you, right?"

"Yeah... and it's Prince Marth"

"Whatever... I can sort of mask myself so I look like your reflection. Basically, you can see me like this but others will see me as a normal, lifeless mirrored object." The two then suddenly turned to a loud knocking at the door. Nana glanced at the time. It was still early in the morning. Who was banging at her door at this hour?

"Time to put that to the test." Nana muttered as she walked slowly over to the cherrywood door. Standing in the doorway, looking somewhat nervous, was a short, blonde psychic. "Hello Lucas. What's up?"

"I was coming over when I heard you scream. Are... are you okay?"

"Yeah... I was startled by something odd. It's... it's nothing really," Nana flushed as the early riser just stared at the floor, not meeting her large glossy eyes, "Did you need something from me Lucas?"

"Well Master Hand told me to come take you to his office now. He wanted to see you quickly before anyone else woke up. Is everything alright?"

Nana was about to mutter something when both of them heard a laugh. Her laugh.

"Everything is fine Lucas. Don't you worry! Let's go see Mixer Hand now!" The female was taken aback. How the hell was Popo copying her voice? Lucas, who was looking at the floor, slowly rose his head and raised an eyebrow.

"Mixer Hand?"

"I meant Master Hand! Sorry! Slip of the tongue!" Nana laughed shaking her hand. "Lets just go okay?"

Lucas nodded again and Nana grabbed his arm before the brunette ran off, making a mental note to give her reflection a piece of her mind when she got back.

If she got back.

Wow... this chapter was boring and yet I was so excited to write about it... weird. Now that I'm looking at the story plan, I see the next chapter is a talk with Master Hand... lame. Should I go with it or just imply that it happened and have Nana explain to Popo?
Eh. I want your opinion but I'll decide when exams are over.

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