Summary: AU!Yuni finds herself in a universe where magical mafia is a thing but it's not that different from where she came from. Or a more apt description: a college student prioritising the wrong choices they think are right and probably should get a life.
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This is dedicated to the people I know. You'd get what I mean.
And even if I don't know you... well:
For those who are suffering through college/uni life, or who have already graduated but are still dying from the after effects, this is for you.
To the other passing by readers, I hope you'll enjoy reading this fic of mine.
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Disclaimer: KHR is Amano Akira's. This is called fanfiction for a reason.
Warnings: It's AU!Yuni, not Canon!Yuni. AU!Yuni goes into another universe and that's the canon KHR universe. Soooo it's AU in canon.
How I think about universe, dimension and worlds: Parallel worlds are separated by different dimensions. All parallel worlds happens in a universe. So in the canon KHR universe is the magical rainbow mafia where Yuni is heavily involved in. But this AU!Yuni is not involve with any mafia except for her blood ties. She's just a normal civie with somewhat omniscient powers of divination.
Too bad blood ties get people into trouble and, well, Yuni is a Sky. Either way it's you find trouble, or trouble finds you. Heh.
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Edit (1/5/2018): Fixed a few missing words here and there.
Yuni wakes up in an old-looking tomb.
It is filled with many sealed coffins that are thick with grime and there are dust motes dancing about in the musty air. There is warm light seeping through the cracks in the walls, lighting up the place, and it makes her hand itch to paint at the sight before her. There are all sorts of patterns embellishing the walls and ceilings; the ornament looks like it had been delicately carved onto the structure with painstaking details.
It is a very beautiful place to wake up in, had it not for the fact that this is a foreign place.
She is very sure that she has never been here before.
Yuni remembers being in her room. The numbed pain tingling at her toe is a proof of that and it is also a reminder that she has yet to clean up the books that are scattered across the floor. She remembers tucking herself in the safe warmth of her comfy bed.
And then now here she is, on a bed that clearly isn't hers, in a tomb.
It is all really strange.
She swings her legs over the bed and gently places her bare feet on the floor. Her face contorts with disgust when she felt the soft sliding of dirt against her skin and immediately brings her legs closer to her. The action leaves two neat lines on the dust covered floor and she stares at it with growing horror. The place is really dirty - dirtier than her room could ever be even with all her things lying about everywhere it could occupy. Yuni swears that her home has never been this filthy, not to mention the fact that she did not sweep or mop the floor for weeks. And her apartment is facing the nearby main road too, where the soot from the vehicles can easily drift into her place.
She gulps and something is creeping inside her. Her throat tightens uncomfortably, her heartbeat is getting louder with every passing second as it pounds rhythmically against its confined cage, and everything suddenly seems to be looming over her.
This is not home. She is not in her room. She does not hear any sound akin to passing vehicles. This is a foreign place. She has no clue where this is.
The realisation has finally sunk in deep and Yuni feels light-headed.
Where the hell is she?
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When she opens her eyes, Yuni expects to find herself on the other side of her bed with her legs locked in a tangle mesh with the covers. Instead she is met with the sight of dull walls and a strangely familiar-looking ceiling. It looks exactly like the one in her dream —
She shoots out of the bed and sits upright as she stares at her surroundings with wide eyes.
She had passed out, she realises, and this is not a dream because, as far as she knows from personal experiences, she does not recall that one can pass out inside a dream. Or so she would like to think.
Pain bloom at her right cheek and she looks down at the reddening hand that she has slapped herself with. She could feel the pain. This is really, really not a dream. And somehow, that makes everything scarier than before.
Her fingers latch onto the side of the bed as she moves to sit upright once more. Something clings onto her skin beneath her touch and Yuni's face scrunches in disdain when she sees her hands. Grey filth littered across the skin and she quickly swipes her hands on her dress. They stuck to her like those persistent paint stains on her shirts that took hours to get rid of. Her mint green sundress now has grey smuts from her hands and she deflates with regret.
She slowly steps out of her makeshift tomb bed and chews at her lower lip whenever the dust scratches underneath her bare feet. Yuni wishes those sudden epiphany to hit her again to explain her circumstances.
Where is she? Why is she here? How did she get here? What's the time now — shit, she has a group presentation coming up within two weeks, the progress of which is crawling at a snail's pace because no one has gotten anything done much and she has been busy for the past month starving away to do commissions to earn a living (her monthly rent pay due date was also closing onto her), and that project work costs her twenty-five percent of her final semester marks!
Yuni needs to find out where she is now, or she'll start tearing her hair out of her scalp.
She quickly speed across the room towards an old-looking wooden door and presses her hands against it. There is metal rattling in the air and, even when she pounds her small fists at it, the door refuses to budge.
Cursing under her breath, Yuni spins around looking for something, anything, to help her get out of this nasty, dirty place.
She really needs to get home as soon as possible and get that project work done, or otherwise she's going have to graduate this year and she doesn't have a stable job. She'll become a full NEET (Not in Education, Employment, or Training) except that she does not leech of her mother's money, but instead it is her very own accumulated savings from regular commissions and her daily part-time job — both of which she has quit recently to focus on her studies — that will be drained.
Yuni really doesn't want to do anything with her mother. Something in her gut feeling tells her it is trouble and Yuni's life is already trouble enough with all those strange visions that could predict the near, or far-off future that may, or may not happen.
She knows that her mother cares about her but... it felt off. Like Yuni wasn't family enough other than the blood ties connecting them. As if her mother already has another family. That's why, in retaliation, Yuni decides that it will be fair enough if she got out of her mother's skin and live on her own.
Till this day, ever since the young age of seven, Yuni still does not know why her mother is so willing to leave her alone, why she is always not home to play the parental figure like she's supposed to do, and those dreams and flash of blood every time Yuni goes to sleep, or sees when she blinks at her mum did not do anything to help.
Mother and daughter strain away from each other so far apart that Yuni could probably take one look at her when they pass by in the streets and probably brush her off as a stranger.
So, no, Yuni will not accept any money from her mother, if she could even call that person anything than a mother who gave birth to her. Besides she has been living in a rather nice apartment with a good roof (that does not leak with water when it rains, thank goodness) for about a few years now. And while there is the fact that she is always rushing to meet her monthly rent payment and almost never getting any of her household chores done, that's not as important as having a roof above her head and having other basic necessities.
She's twenty-two, one year passed the age of becoming an adult in society's eyes, and is very independent. If Yuni can't get out of this place, then she really needs to reconsider every single life decisions she has made in life and probably needs to finish that project work.
There is a glint of silver at the corner of her eyes as she turns while pacing around the tomb looking for a tool to get out and she stops to stare.
She stares longer and then blames her sleep-deprived brain for not noticing something as simple as the door having a bolted lock chain holding it in it's place is the reason why she can't open the door.
Well that certainly explains why there was so much noise when she tried to open the door.
Yuni grabs a nearby rock that seems sharp and looks sturdy enough and cracks it against the bolted lock to break the rusty chain. It seems worn with age enough to be able to break it with some tools, she thinks to herself. The grey rock crumbles easily beneath the force after a few poundings but she isn't going to give up now. Not when she has a deadline due within two freaking weeks time!
She's not going to let some stupid lock bring her efforts down. No, like hell will she ever going to let that time spent on meeting her rental fee payment be wasted on something as a lock. Her four-years degree course is depending on her and she does not want to just graduate with a diploma at third year just because of a fucking, dumb lock! She wants her second-class (preferably first-class, but that's just called having unrealistic expectations of herself) honor!
As fast as a cobra, her hand shoots out to grab another rock and starts hammering away at the lock. The rock crumbles just as easily as the previous, but Yuni keeps going on: taking another rock and smashing it at the lock.
It is only after a long time and coupled with a few dozen more rocks that Yuni blinks, sees and finds an angle to jam the rock into with all the strength she could muster when the lock chain finally falls apart and Yuni, with now dirtied, bloodied-scratch hands, can push open the goddamned door.
Yuni feels something inside her break when all she sees beyond the wooden door is a huge meadow with a few trees stretched across the area.
Her brain shuts down and all mental processing stops just as it echoes out to her about something she has forgotten in the midst of panic. Where the fuck is she?
And more importantly, how did she even forget that she has a written essay portion due in four days time?
Wait, what.
"...Yuni, Yuni, Yuni," she chants to herself, her soft voice shaking as that sudden reminder her mind has helpfully supplied right before it collapses from overuse after being so unhelpful throughout her college years dawned upon her. It didn't even give her a single clue on as to where she is. "What is the topic of that essay?"
I hope you've enjoyed reading this.
A quick question: do college students remain sane, or gain back their sanity after college life?
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