Dear Readers. This is my first Akatsuki-show-up-in-our-world fanfic. But I'm going to do it different than most people. This Fanfic is going to be more scientifically. With terms of Physics, chemistry and math. I'm going to use those terms as far as my knowledge goes. I'll try to make this story as realistic as possible. So I'm sorry but no sugar-high, jumpy girls with only little brain activity. No it will be about a Mathematician student reacting like a human towards the fact that supernatural killers from another universe are in her house.
So expect crazy plot twists and deaths. This story is the National Geographic from fanfiction. ( Not really , I don't have as much information as NG)
And I've got a beta reader, so she is correcting the grammar in my story.
Disclaimer : I do not own Naruto , only my OC.
Marie growled in irritation as she listened to her little brother's nagging. It was like any other normal Friday afternoon, she and her little brother were sitting at the kitchen table eating pizza and waiting for her friend to come waltzing into the room with some kind of story. And after that Marie and Pamela would watch TV and Isaac would go to his own personal research lab in the basement. Their father, Xavier Harris was a theoretical physicist, conducting string theory research and had built the lab for his son just before he left to travel around the world.
"Milevá, you have to do something about Pamela!" The fifteen year old genius whined. Isaac Stephen Harris was her little brother, who obviously had inherited all the dominant genes from both their mother and father. He was what one calls an 'idiot savant.'
"Isaac, I'd truthfully appreciate it if you'd call me by my first name. Like everyone does."
Isaac shook his head. "I'd rather call you Milevá, and you should humbly respect the fact that mother and father named you after Albert Einstein's wife!"
"I'd rather have respect for the fact that they named me after Marie Skłodowska-Curie, a physicist and chemist famous for her pioneering research on radioactivity. She was the first person honored with two Nobel Prizes, in physics and chemistry." Marie ranted trying to get her little brother to stop nagging about the fact that women should be in the kitchen supporting their husbands in their research. Yes, this conversation was going the way it always went. Arguing with Isaac about women's right was truly a defeat in of itself.
"And I'm not calling you Stephen either, am I?" Isaac made his usual thinking sound and slowly stroked his chin with his index-finger.
"I suppose you're not, but you could've! It's like Isaac Newton himself said, 'To every action there is always opposed an equal reaction.'My action is that I'm refusing to call you by your first name. So, theoretically speaking, you should react by calling me by my second name as well. Not that it would bother me, I'm proud about the fact that our parents named me after both Isaac Newton and Stephen Hawking." Marie sighed and took a bite of her pizza slice. She didn't really feel like going into a deep conversation with her brother. He outsmarted her way too easily.
But she went ahead anyways. At this point she was in charge of taking care of Isaac, and she had to admit he deserved some attention too.
"Explain to me, why would I call you by your second name too? Revenge is not really in my nature." Marie replied with her mouth half full.
"At first I thought so too, but at some point in my thirteenth year I suddenly started to show slight interest in human behavior. So, I observed you closely for a while." Marie sighed and mentally face palmed. She really didn't know why but she had the feeling that this conversation was heading to the point where she would have slight, minuscule urges to strangle Isaac.
"It's obvious that you genuinely have somewhat of a kind nature. But, like every human, you have a tremendous desire for revenge. Even if it's at the risk of hurting yourself." Marie looked confused at her little brother.
"Explain further." She muttered, waving her hands as a sign for him to go on. Isaac always had the urge to stop between speeches to see whether people were still following him or not.
"For example, let's use Pamela. She obviously has a Narcissistic personality disorder, even though she denies it. She always belittles you, and makes insensitive comments about anything she feels like. And, as revenge, you make sarcastic comments at a level that she could never ever understand. Even though you do it unconsciously." Marie chuckled slightly at her brother's theory. It's true that she uses insulting comments at a higher level than what Pamela would understand, but it's absolutely not unconsciously. It's really not!
"Oh, and I had something to say, before we started this little insignificant conversation. I was about to tell you that you had to do something about that woman that had fallen down a couple of branches in the evolutionary tree." Isaac muttered inflated.
"Interesting insult you chose there." Marie said, laughing. Her brother was sure creative when it came to little innocent insults.
"She's interfering with my sleep, she's interfering with my school work and she's interfering with my research . . . and if I had another significant aspect of my life, I'm sure she'd be interfering with that too!" He sounded close to despair, even though Marie knew it was almost impossible for him to become desperate in any kind of situation. Isaac was definitely a Homo Universalis; he was extremely intelligent in any kind of subject. Well, almost anything, he utterly failed at any kind of physical exercise. And his social skills were beyond terrible.
Suddenly the kitchen door was roughly thrown open and Pamela waltzed into the room, swinging her hair back sensually, blinking and smiling. Pamela was a person with some rather obvious traits. This current attitude was a typical way for her to act after she had sex. Pamela was like an open book to the little genius and his big – And not quite as genius- sister.
"Pamela, I realize that you are currently at the mercy of your primitive biological urges. But, could you please consider behaving in a way that does not show you just had coïtus." Isaac muttered extremely awkwardly. Pamela just blinked inattentively and sat down next to her geeky friend.
"And, as the IQ in this room has just dropped 100 points, I am heading to the basement where I am going to proceed with my experiment. Do not try to disturb me due to your boredom, because if you try, I will be forced to experiment with my death ray." And with those words he walked down the stairs into the basement to proceed with his experiment. He was trying to create an opening in the space-time continuum to another multiverse.
"I don't even want to hear about it!" Marie mumbled indifferently while walking towards the living room and dropping herself on the couch.
"But . . . I really wanted to chat about what happened. Even though you can't talk about it because you never had that kind of experience." Pamela replied, jumpy and ecstatic. Marie sighed and turned on the TV. She was lucky because Pamela was the kind of person that got distracted very easily. The main reason why they were friends was because of Pamela's personality. Marie's mother is a neuroscientist as well as a psychiatrist, and when Pamela, her mother, and her very old and very rich stepfather moved in the house across the street, Marie's mother got intrigued with Pamela's behavior. So she did several tests and scans on the poor girl. Marie and Pamela got to hang out so much that they eventually became friends. Evelyn Harris is a person with annoying, neurotically strict speech patterns, lack of social conventions, and attention to detail.
"I think it's about to storm." Pamela muttered. Marie shrugged and kept watching the TV-show 'Numb3rs'.
"I couldn't care less." she replied silently.
Thank you for taking the time to read this , I hope you liked it. This is only the first chapter , so it's an introduction of the characters.
Please review , be honest , give me feedback and I'll gladly take your advice.
