Open Mouth, Insert Foot
Prologue
"Have you finished your math?"
"YAH!" I jumped, almost dropping the controller. Pausing, I hesitantly leaned my neck backwards over the back of the couch to look at my father standing there, upside-down. "...No..."
"Then should you really be playing Nintendo?" he asked with a vaguely irritated tone.
"...No..."
"Then get off, go upstairs, and do your math."
"No want to!" I whined.
"Too bad."
"Just...just fifteen more minutes, please!" I begged, vaguely wondering if the effects of puppy-dog-eyes were negated when upside-down.
He looked at me critically before sighing. Guess not. "Fine. But after that, I expect you to go straight up and finish your homework." Me: 1. Dad: 0. Oh yeah.
"Thank you, Daddy!" I exclaimed, turning up the cuteness levels. He just sighed and retreated into the office to "test the video card", as he liked to put it.
I shrugged and turned back to the TV screen to finish distributing my GRADE. And double EXP...that does it. I grinned at the nice amount I had left. The next play-through after this will be seriously kick-ass. Well, more kick-ass, anyway. I pressed the start button and sat through the introduction. In the last game, I had finally worked up the nerve to get the Kratos ending, and even though I knew it was coming, I cried when Zelos... so I resolved to get the Zelos ending this time...again.
Unfortunately, he wouldn't be showing up for a while...then again, I had Kratos, and Kratos is just awesome. I yawned. As much as I love to listen to Kratos talk, the introduction had gotten old after seeing it at least six times.
I closed my eyes, as I wouldn't be seeing anything new. I'd know the prologue was over when Kratos's lovely voice went away. I wouldn't have to start clicking 'til Raine came in... ah, the Kratos voice goes bye-bye. Now for the Professor.
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Now for the Professor.
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Now for the- hey, I'm kind of cold...
I opened my eyes to see...nothing. Absolutely nothing. Zip. Nada. Nil. Not even time existed there. There was no light... but no dark, either. I frowned slightly. That made no sense. Then I thought for a moment. Light cannot exist without darkness...and darkness cannot exist without light. So I was in a void, then. But that still didn't make a whole lot of sense. I looked down at my hands, or where they should have been, still holding the controller, which was visible, though the cord trailed off and lost itself in what would have been darkness. Okay, for some reason, I can see the controller, but nothing else.
Wait.
Nope, can't see it anymore.
Before my eyes that weren't there, it had vanished, to be replaced by a...light. Light... The darkness suddenly existed again, clearly trying to pretend it had been there the whole time, but I still couldn't see anything. The light solidified into small crystal orb, pale rays shooting out from it, igniting the black around me, transforming it into pure, blinding white. I squinted, and suddenly realized that I had eyes to squint with. Sure enough, my body had come back to me. My hands were still in front of me, though now between them was the orb, which began to smoothly float up and towards me, towards my upper chest...
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Where did my clothes go...? I snickered slightly. It's like a magic-girl implied-nudity transformation. And indeed it was.
Oh, hey. The little orb thing seemed to be attaching itself to my chest, about an inch and a half below my collar bone. A dark, shiny, stone-like substance formed around it, like the casing around a crystal brooch. As I watched, too confused to be fascinated, runes etched themselves into the stone.
It was like...a key crest...but the sphere it contained...Exspheres didn't come in white...did they?
(description alert -->) My musings were interrupted as the light surrounding me faded into blue, with soft puffs of white here and there. Good, my clothes were back, and exactly the same: disturbingly comfy black and white tennis shoes, old-an'-comfy black jeans that pooled slightly around my ankles, covering my white socks; an oversized black t-shirt I got in sixth grade that read "You laugh because I'm different I laugh because you're all the same" in white letters (the first of my many black t-shirts that now fill my closet), and a black hoodie that was slightly too big for me, just the way I liked it. One wouldn't be able to tell with the hoodie on, but the t-shirt underneath hung loosely on my lithe figure on my bony shoulders, and revealed my skinny arms and "pianist's hands" that couldn't even play Chopsticks.
Though I obviously didn't have a mirror, I knew my features to be soft and my eyes big and brown; my very wavy dark brown hair, as dark as brown can get without being mistaken for black, fell to my waist, a thin halo of frizz around my head. I even had my usual two hair-thingies on my right wrist, used primarily for getting my hair off my neck and out of my face.
And that ends my boring description. Let's move on, shall we?
And move I began. I didn't so much move on as move down, quite rapidly. Crap. I'm in the sky, aren't I? Well, not for much longer...
I let out a slight grunt as I hit the ground—sand. I looked up, rubbing my head. More sand. Sand as far as the eye can see. I tilted my head backwards as I had on the couch, and this time, instead of seeing an upside-down father, I saw an upside-down...blue...thing.
My brow furrowed. What the hell? And as that deep thought echoed through my mind, I was suddenly surrounded by people, conceivably identical, all in red and all with helmets. "What the hell?" I said out loud this time, slowly standing up.
"My sentiments exactly," came a familiar voice. I turned around and, as the Men In Red parted, I saw... Man In Blue Hair.
Man In Blue Hair Whose Name Is Yuan.
"Who are you?" he inquired coldly.
I blinked a couple times, and said lamely, "...I'm Aya."
He raised a blue eyebrow. "And what are you doing here?"
"Standing, talking to you," I said, as if the question were a stupid one. "Subconsciously preforming various bodily functions."
"Don't get smart with me," he said, glaring.
"Would you prefer I get stupid? I could do that, you know," I replied helpfully, ignoring my mind, which was screaming, Don't piss off the seraphim, dumbass!
He twitched, almost growled but decided against it, and regained his composure. "Allow me to rephrase my question. Why are you here?"
I shrugged. "Dunno."
He twitched again. "What do you mean, you don't know?"
"Just as I said. Translation not required." As he visibly became increasingly more irritated, I held up my hands in a pacifying manner. "Hey, buddy, I'm just as confused as you are."
"So you honestly don't know?"
"Not a clue."
"Very well." He turned around with a dramatic swish of his cape. As he was walking back inside the big blue thing, aka the base, he added, almost as an afterthought, "Men, take her to the detention area."
"What!" I screeched as the Red Wonders approached, causing him to cringe slightly at the pitch, though he otherwise didn't respond. "What'd I do? I didn't do jack shit! Why do you feel the need to detain me?"
He didn't respond, and I growled, allowing the Renegades In Red to seize my arms and "lead" me into the base a little more roughly than entirely necessary, while a voice in my head almost gloated, See? I told you not to piss off the seraphim!
Shut
up.
A/N: What up, home dogs?
I'm really sorry for making another self-insert... but the plotbunny was about to rip my left arm off until it figured that a lack of left arm would result in severely impared typing. Self-serving little bastards. And Aya won't be paired with anyone unless I get inteligently-written reviews from three different people that beg me to... though there are some couples that are a no-no, such as Aya/Lloyd. He's got enough women as it is. But it doesn't really matter, because it's almost garunteed to not become a romance. Nya.
Yeah, that's actually exactly what I'm wearing right now, except I don't have my shoes on at the moment. And that is what I look like. I really hate describing my appearance--it takes too long and makes me feel Mary-Sue-ish. But, alas, without a discription, my readers won't know what Aya looks like, and in a story, that can get annoying, you know? I can't speak for anyone else, but I personally want to know what the characters look like, to make it easier to watch in my head like a movie.
And that is honestly how I act, and how I would act, even if in the presence of everyone's favorite blue-haired seraphim.
I love line breaks.
End note, yo.
