Travel Through Time
Disclaimer: I don't own Saiyuki but I own Ellie. I don't own a mall let alone a store. So don't sue.
A/N: First story ever posted in the net and I must say…I'm still not good at this so please review. I would be thankful if you did it would keep me spirited.
Chapter 1: Fiction is Reality
Ellie fumbled with the key to her house as she stared down on the small package that sat there next to her feet. No one indicated who sent it or whom it was for but it the neatly covered package was just carelessly left there on her porch. She was having second thoughts about whether to take it or not. "To hell with doubts…" she mumbled and took said package inside her two-story house. After closing and locking the door she laid the package on the sofa, dropping her shoulder bag next to it.
Upon entering the kitchen, she boiled some water and opened some instant noodles. Taking a fork from the dishwasher she went back to the living room to watch television. Her thoughts weren't on her tasteless or the television. It was on the package. Her instincts were telling her to open the damned package to get it over with. She laid the bowl of instant noodles on the floor and grabbed the package and ripped the manila paper that covered it.
"A manga? Who in their right mind who give me a manga?" she scoffed. Mangas costs a lot though she has her own collection which she worked for no one would buy her one let alone leave one on her porch. The title of the manga is 'Saiyuki.' She has heard of it but never thought of watching the anime or buying the manga since it didn't exist on the lowly mall where she worked in. She started reading it. After awhile she warily threw it aside. "Do monks even carry guns?" she asked herself while kicking her shoes off and lifting her feet on the sofa. She stared at the television. Nothing interesting was on. Nothing ever was.
Ellie yawned. She still didn't change her work clothes. She was still clad with the black pants and white polo shirt with the logo of the store she worked for on the upper right of her chest. She was after all too tired and too lazy to get up to the second floor and change into her pajamas. Too troublesome. She yawned again. Her eyes were heavy but she didn't close them yet. Her gaze went to the manga that lay on the floor. It did interest her for a while but then the story was too cliché because of the demons attacking now and then. Her eyes eventually closed and she finally drifter into a deep slumber.