Summary:

These stories are based off of poems. The story itself will give you clues to figure out what the poem means or describes. Read the poem first and see if you can figure it out before reading on.

Disclaimer:

I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh! It belongs to Kazuki Takahashi.

I do not own the poem used in this chapter. It belongs to Sylvia Plath.

I do not own butler. He belongs to The Edwardian Country House

Story Rating:

Rated K+ for minor action violence without serious injury and mild coarse language.

Chapter Rating:

Rated K for no coarse language, violence, or adult themes.

Notes:

Flashback

'Thoughts'

Lines From Poem


Poems

Mirror


I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions. (1)

Whatever I see I swallow immediately (2)

Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike. (3)

I am not cruel, only truthful— (4)

The eye of a little god, four-cornered. (5)

Most of the time I meditate on the opposite wall. (6)

It is pink, with speckles. I have looked at it so long (7)

I think it is apart of my heart. But it flickers. (8)

Faces and darkness separate us over and over. (9)

Now I am a lake. A woman bends over me, (10)

Searching my reaches for what she really is. (11)

Then she turns to those liars, the candles or the moon. (12)

I see her back, and reflect it faithfully. (13)

She rewards me with tears and an agitation of hands. (14)

I am important to her. She comes and goes. (15)

Each morning it is her face that replaces the darkness. (16)

In me she has drowned a young girl, and in me an old woman (17)

Rises toward her day after day, like a terrible fish. (18)


I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions. (1)

Whatever I see I swallow immediately (2)

Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike. (3)

"Ahhh!" a high pitched voice screamed.

"Damn mirror!" A whoosh, and then glass shattered across the room.

Vivian panted in anger and she stared at the glass fragments on the floor.

"Mrs. Wong!" a man's voice called from outside her door. "Ms. Wong, are you alright?"

"Of course I'm not alright, you idiot!" She pointed at the mirror fragments. "I need a new damn mirror!"

The man opened the door and entered. He was dressed on a black suit with matching shoes. He was one of the Wong family's butlers. He looked at the mess. "Why did you throw your mirror, Ms. Wong?"

"Because I have a zit! A zit, Edgar!" Vivian screamed in frustration. "Bring me a new mirror!" She reached down to her shoe, grabbed it, and flung it with all her mediocre might at Edgar, who horridly left to get a mirror.


I am not cruel, only truthful— (4)

The eye of a little god, four-cornered. (5)

Most of the time I meditate on the opposite wall. (6)

"Uh! Daddy, has that party tonight and I have nothing to wear!" Vivian screamed for the world to hear as she gazed into her enormous and jam-packed closet of cloths.

"Ms. Vivian, what about this?" Edgar held up a beautiful sky blue dress with its matching shoes.

"Wore it."

"And this one?" A deep red dress.

"Wore it."

"And this?" A yellow dress.

"Wore it."

"This?" Green.

"Wore it."

"This?" Indigo.

"Wore it."

After trying about fifteen dresses Edgar finally gave up. "Ms. Vivian, the party is in one hour. If you wish to make it to make-up you must pick a dress soon." And with that said, he left.

"AH!"

In her anger, Vivian's gaze happened upon her mirror that hung on the wall a few feet away.

It was an elegant piece of art. The gold frame surrounding its reflective surface encrusted with elegant grooves that would have taken months to finish.

Vivian walked up to the mirror to try to calm herself. That is until; she saw something in that image.

"Crow's feet!"


It is pink, with speckles. I have looked at it so long (7)

I think it is apart of my heart. But it flickers. (8)

Faces and darkness separate us over and over. (9)

Vivian horridly powdered her face before her father's "important people" showed up.

Her time out in the sun had tanned her skin slightly, but not too much, and gave her the beginnings of freckles showing on her face and arms.

"Vivian!" her father called from outside her locked door. "Vivian, you have been in front of that mirror for two hours! Get out, right this instant, young lady!"

"But, Daddy!" she whined.

"No, buts! Out!" He footsteps could be heard as he walked down the hall.

Vivian sighed. She knew that when her father was this angry, it was best to do as he said. So, she grabbed her lipstick, powder, mascara, and eyeliner, before she stuffed them into her tiny pocket book and ran out after her father.


Now I am a lake. A woman bends over me, (10)

Searching my reaches for what she really is. (11)

Then she turns to those liars, the candles or the moon. (12)

Vivian had finally fulfilled her dream. Or at least one of them.

She had wanted to marry Yugi Motto or perhaps Seto Kaiba (1). She didn't really care which.

After all, Kaiba was rich and Yugi was the King of Games. He just had to be rich but just be forced to lie in that shit hole of a store. Plus, he was sooo cute!

But no. She didn't marry Seto Kaiba nor Yugi Motto. She had married a millionaire stock holder. They moved to one of his get-away houses, as he liked to call them.

The house, no . . . the palace of mansion sat on the edge of Crater Lake (2).

She gazed out into the beautiful waters and the guests enjoyed the catering behind her.

Her husband had successfully become CEO of some big time company, not Kaiba Corp., but some fashion magazine company. He had invited many of his new employees as a way to lure them in before making them, "Make my money," as he put it.

Vivian looked down at the edge of the lake from the balcony and saw her own reflection.

Many would say that she was the most beautiful woman on Earth. That she was a mortal goddess, but she could see her beauty falling.

Wrinkles, the devils of women, had begun appearing a few months before then, and she frantically tried to find ways to hide them.

A yell from behind broke her from her thoughts.

"Sweetie, come and enjoy the champagne!" Her tall and muscular husband walked up to her and wrapped his left arm around her.

The smell of alcohol on his breath and on him himself was deafening. He smelled like he had taken a bath in the stuff.

Vivian forced herself not to flinch and tried to breathe through her mouth, but that just made it where she could smell and taste the stuff.

Forcing the look, she managed to smile at her highly drunk husband. "Of course."


I see her back, and reflect it faithfully. (13)

She rewards me with tears and an agitation of hands. (14)

I am important to her. She comes and goes. (15)

Vivian couldn't help but cry at her own thoughts.

Look at her, crying over something that she knew was coming but had prayed with all her might that it would never happen.

She was getting old.

One of the only truths in the world, "Everyone shall die."

She didn't want to die an old withered woman. She wanted to be young and beautiful until the day she died.

But did she really?

She heard it on the news all the time. Reports of teenagers and young adults dying from accidents, cancers, drugs, murder. The young rarely do die peacefully, because it is not supposed to be their time to die. But it is.

Would she really rather die from murder or cancer at a young age if it meant she could die as a beautiful woman.

No, she wouldn't.


Each morning it is her face that replaces the darkness. (16)

In me she has drowned a young girl, and in me an old woman (17)

Rises toward her day after day, like a terrible fish. (18)

The crusted, aging bronze frame sat on the wall. It's mirror covered in millions of tiny nicks and scratches from so many years of disuse.

An old woman, in her late eighties, stopped and stared into the mirror, when she had been planning to continue on into the bedroom.

Her husband had died many years ago. Her children were grown and raising their children. She hardly had anymore butlers and servants left in the enormous house. After all, how many people do you need to take care of one aged woman.

One servant girl stepped up from behind her. She bowed at the waist before speaking. "Madam, do you need any assistance tonight?" She asked because the woman had recently been having a hard time walking up the many stairs.

"Please, dear," she said, barely turning her head to the girl.

Instead, Vivian Wong, one of the world's most famous models of all time, stared into the ancient mirror's face, and imagined all the many faces of her life, when she had gazed at the mirror and though that she already an old croon.

Age really does catch up fast, don't it?


(1) Yugi as a boy, not a girl. I honestly believe that Vivian is straight.

(2) I found out about Crater Lake when I looked up "most beautiful lakes in the world." Check out the link on my profile if you want to see a picture of Crater Lake. It is one a website titled "10 of the Most Beautiful Lakes in the World." It is the third picture.

We had analyzed this poem in my AP English Literature class, but I never realized that the writer of this poem is the same writer as "Metaphors".

The name of the butler is Hugh Edgar from The Edwardian Country House a 2002 British historical recreation TV series. I am terrible at making up names so I looked one up.

Okay, I know that there is no sign in the anime that Vivian comes from a rich family, but there is also no sign that she comes from a middle or lower class family. Plus, with her attitude, I wouldn't be surprised of she was a rich spoiled brat. When she threatened Yugi with Grandpa's health just to get a date, yeah, she got high on my kill list.

Kill List:

1. Mr. Zetes

2. Christopher Paolini

3. Weevil Underwood

4. Vivian Wong

I am sorry that I have not updated in a while. I started college on the 19th of this month and have been too busy to really sit down and type. But, hopefully, they will come. Just bear with me.


Started: Thursday, November 04, 2010

Finished: Monday, August 29, 2011