The Canadian Connection

Ch. 5 Reflective Surfaces

Himself.

Two pairs of eyes blinked in unison from behind a pair of glasses as they stared at each other, the two blonds tilting their heads to the side curiously, their heads moving against the somewhat fluffy frill around their collars as they stared.

"Huh, weird place for a mirror." Matthew's eyes widened in horror at what appeared to be his reflection.

Reflections don't speak.

Matthew was not easily panicked. He had been at one time, however he had mellowed for the most part after the time Yong-soo used all of the fire extinguishers in their dorm to try and fly by taping the extinguishers to a chair using duct tape, which Matthew later confiscated when he found the Asian sprawled out on the front lawn of the dorm surrounded by white foam, a crushed desk chair nearby from where he had launched himself from the second story window using the extinguishers as a form of propulsion. Matthew learned to use the panic to move quickly and with purpose to better prevent such events from occurring or escalating, like when he had poured his bowl of soup over Yong-soo's attempt at creating homemade napalm for his science class. Matthew having been just fast enough to save their dorm room. A wise move since the Korean had already removed all the fire extinguishers and emptied them the same day with the earlier mentioned attempt at aeronautic engineering.

As such, Matthews mind was sharp under pressure which was proving an invaluable asset as it took him mere seconds to sort through the events following the realization that the figure before him was not, in fact, a reflection. The person before him was practically a mirror image of Matthew, the few differences being that his jacket was brown not beige, he had messier blond locks and finally his eyes were blue. Of course, the other had yet to realize these rather essential differences.

"I wonder what Kiku will think?" At that point, Matthew's brain burned out only to be brought back to life as he recognized that name as the one that Feliks had given Yong-soo when they had first met. Feliks had then slapped a bomb onto his wrist under the impression he was someone named Alfred, who had a partner named Kiku, and Alfred looked just like Matthew.

Oh.

Oh!

And the bomb could only be removed by someone named Ludwig or by sawing Matthews arm off and, considering the people he had met since this unfortunate and pathetic attempt at what had been termed a vacation Matthew had no idea how Alfred would react seeing the object of his mission in a restaurant with many sharp objects whose sole design was the severing of meat, namely hatchets and steak knives.

Matthew sprang back to awareness as Alfred began to move his arm to scratch his head, Matthew hastening to instinctively mimic the other mans actions as he desperately started to try and think of a way out of his predicament.

Alfred, on the other hand was watching his reflection scratch his head before leaning forward and opening his mouth wide, Matthew copying him exactly.

"Ugh, what is that?" Alfred muttered curiously, observing a small piece of lettuce stuck in Matthew's teeth. He raised a hand and picked at where the piece of greenery would have been if the person before him was in fact a mirror reflection, pulling his hand back and examining the finger once Matthew had picked the lettuce out.

Only there was no lettuce on his finger.

"Huh?" Alfred looked back at his reflection and... did his reflection's hand just wipe something off underneath the tablecloth? Because it sure looked like that was what had just happened. Alfred immediately brought his hand back up and examined it, but found nothing out of the ordinary and, glancing at his mirror image he saw nothing wrong there either.