SICKLY SWEET.
Hello! I would proudly introduce my first –man fanfiction… aha… hopefully it isn't that bad… Sickly Sweet is a plot bunny that had been in my mind ever since I started reading –man; and now that I have finished completely reading the manga I can write properly :D!
Even though this story is an OC; I hope you all give it a chance to prove it's not some Mary-Sue thing. The plot is pretty much a girl from our world sucked into 19th Century -man world. I'll try to keep everything as realistic as possible, but as you know I wasn't alive back then so there might be some things that I wouldn't know… As for pairings I have no idea; i've been thinking but the characters dont really match... we'll see...
I hope you enjoy and review (:
Longer Summary: Liseandra is just a girl that feels like the 21st century world doesn't fit her, but when suddenly she opens her eyes and find herself in the -Man world, her favorite manga, she has to put up with knowing secrets nobody else would know—She must become the Protector to the characters she thought were one fiction.
I sighed, starring at my teachers disapproved look. She was glaring at me the hardest that she could, but her glare couldn't phase me—I've been in this situation so many times that I was pretty much bored of it.
"Liseandra." She gritted out. "I said we were doing silent reading today."
I nodded my head. "I know. So I brought a book." I motioned to the book she was holding in her hand that had been taken from my hands oh-so rudely.
"This is not a book." I cringed when she waved it in the air with no care. She closed it—making me lose the page I was on—and looked at the cover. It was funny because the cover to her was actually the back of the book.
"Umm… Mrs. Zucker, you have to understand that this is a Japanese-styled book. Over there they read from right to left." I pointed out; pouring my words with the arrogance I usually always keep in. She glared a bit harder before flipping the book to the right and then looked at the cover.
"Well, Liseandra—let me explain that this is not a proper book… Gray-man?"
"It's D Gray-man." I muttered out. "And of course it's a proper book, why wouldn't it be?" I asked.
"Comic books aren't proper reading material for teens your age." She replied.
"First of all, it's not a comic book." I pointed out, hated when people would call the books I read comic books. "There manga, which are from Japan; Comic books are made in the US."
"Doesn't matter what they're called. You cannot read these childish cartoons things."
I chuckled dryly. "Cartoons are the things they play of Cartoon Network now, Mrs. Zucker. They would never play stuff like that on Cartoon Network—too much gore and angst." I smirked.
Mrs. Zucker sighed and placed the book on my desk. "Next time, I want a book with words and NO PICTURES." She growled out. "Last warning."
I grabbed the 9 Volume of -man and shuffled it open looking for the page I had left one.
"That's what you said last week, Miss."
"Hey Lise!" I turned around, and glanced back at the crowed hallway I was currently walking on. My backpack on only one shoulder while the black and white checkered sweater I had been wearing was wrapped around my waist. I kept looking around the hallway to see who had called my name. It was so crowded that I couldn't tell—plus other people on the school could have the same name as me, right?
"Liseee!" I looked around again to see a guy with short brown hair and hazel eyes; tall figure and slightly cricked teeth. He wore a white t-shirt with black shorts with a black studded belt. His pants weren't really on his waist, but falling down as he walked quickly over to me. I rolled my eyes as the guy.
"Hello Anthony." I said, putting my cell phone back in my pocket and fixing my backpack so that it was now on both my shoulders. "Left up your pants; Nobody wants to see your boxers."
He smiled at me. "Everyone would want to get into my pants." He smirked, arrogantly.
"Yeah well, not me." I said, as he pulled his pants up a bit, he cracked his fingers then turned towards me.
"You're a hard girl to find you know?" He started walking with me towards the vending machines next to the gyms—where I would go to buy my Lunch.
"Well, I typically don't want to be found." I replied sarcastically, scouting my pocket for a couple of dollar bills.
He laughed. "I heard from Trevor that you gave Mrs. Z quite an attitude today."
"She started ranting at me about my book. Called a 'cartoon comic book thing'." I replied.
"Well, they are… technically…"
"No they're not. I explained this to you; Manga—that's what they're called." I replied. We had arrived at the vending machines and I was currently looking which one had my favorite snack—Salt and Vinegar chips.
"I still think you're too obsessed with them though." Anthony commented. I rolled my eyes.
"Whatever." I said, dropping the subject. I stuck my dollar in one of the Vending Machines and pressed '45', and waited to my chips to fall down so I could collect them. I glanced at Anthony as he dug into his football bag for a dollar.
"I thought you didn't have practice today…" I said, reaching down to grab my chips.
"We don't; but since we have a district game on Friday; Coach wants us to get as much practice as possible." He said, putting his own dollar into the machine, and getting something to eat.
"Hmmm." I took put some chips in my mouth, chewed them thoroughly. "Well, who's gonna drop me off home—you were supposed to give me a ride."
"Well, either you can wait until practice is done, or just go with Juan."
"I'll go with Juan. I hate the guys on the team."
"But me."
"Who said that?"
He shoved me playfully as I laughed as we started looking for some where we could sit and relax. We walked in silence, munching on the chips we had gotten.
"Toonnyy!" We both turned around to see a dyed-red heading girl with dark eyes coming our way. She had a black tank top with a white cardigan over it and a skirt. The clicks of her white heels were already annoying me.
"Hey April." Anthony smiled at her; I said nothing and just kept eating.
"You haven't eating Lunch with us in such a long time! You promised you would come today!" She said towards Anthony, then looking back towards the girls and couple of guys she had just been with. I looked at them. All the girls had shirts of tank tops with shorts or skirts—plus heels. And all the guys had pants that lagged down off their waist, designers t-shirts and Nike's or some brand like that of shoes.
"Sorry April." He rubbed the back of his neck. "I'm eating with Lise today—like I always do ya'know?"
I knew she wanted to glare at me—but she didn't. She grabbed Anthony's arm and pulled on it.
"Come on, Just for today?" He face could have made me barf.
"Just go Anthony. I'm probably going to read or something…" I was about to turn around when someone grabbed my arm, I found that it was Anthony's hand.
"Hold up Lise." He said, determination in his eyes. He turned towards April, shrugging off her grip. "Sorry April, Not today." He pulled me away and walked off. I stood shocked a bit before regaining my own steps and yanked out of Anthony's grip.
"You could just have gone with her, I wouldn't have minded." I arrogantly said. Anthony laughed and threw an arm around my shoulder.
"Sorry Lise. Childhood friends beat one-year friends." It's true, I've know Anthony since I was born. I smiled leaning against his a bit as we walked.
"Thanks Tony."
After lunch I had only had one period left—which was math—then school ended. I walked Anthony to the locker rooms before we split and I walked towards the student parking lot. There I found Juan's beat-up car in a record time. He was sitting on the trunk of his car, listening to the blaring metal music coming from the beat-up speakers. I threw my backpack in the front seat and made myself comfortable next to him.
"Who are we waiting for?" I asked him.
"You." He replied getting off the trunk, then grabbing my waist and lifting my off. I squealed and then punched him when he sat me down on the ground. I went into the passenger seat as he put the car in reverse. He turned the music down slightly—because he knew I hated it. We drove home in silence, just the music. He came up to my house and dropped me off. I said thanks and said my farewell before getting out and digging in my backpack for my keys. I opened the door and walked inside, as soon as I shut the door behind me I heard the huge stomps of my dog making his way towards me.
I had a huge black Great Dane named Soldier. I watched as he ran up to me then stopped at the last second, slid a bit on the tile floor and then sat down right in front of me; his tail gagging like crazy. I patted the top of his head and scratched the back of his ears. I threw my backpack on the floor and walked into my house and towards the kitchen to see my Mom.
"Hey Mums." I greeted her, grabbing an apple. I looked down at the PB&J sandwiches she was making. "What are those for?"
"I guess you forgot again that your little brother has a soccer game today." She answered back.
"Oh. Yeah, I forgot."
"Just go change, Lise. And get Soldier's collar."
I bit down on the apple. "We're bringing him today?"
"Yes."
"Alright." I walked out and made myself towards the stairs. I saw my little brother in his soccer wear hypnotized by the TV. I didn't even bother. Soldier followed behind me and up the stairs. When I reached my room my apple was gone, so I threw it in the trash can next to my door and then collapsed on my bed. Soldier sat down and looked up at me.
"You know, Soldier," His ears perked up from hearing my name. "This doesn't feel right—begin in this world I mean. It feels like I don't belong here, everything here is just so boring and I imagination only gets me to a certain point…" I sighed. "And now I'm talking to my dog…"
I stood up and went to my closet. I opened my closet door and grabbed a pair of shorts and a loose fitting t-shirt that was the color of my little brother's soccer team—red.
I changed quickly and then grabbed the messenger bag I always carried around me. Inside were things to keep me entertained while 8 year-olds kick each other playing soccer. I also grabbed Soldier's collar. Seeing his collar in my hand the dog's tail started wagging and he ran to the door. I followed him—more slowly than him though.
When I reached downstairs my Mom was already loading the car and my brother was sitting in the backseat now glued to his new DS. I sighed before hooking Soldier with his leash and then opening the door. Mom held the back of the SUV van type of car we hand so that the dog could jump in. He jumped in easily and she slammed it shut.
I walked towards the passenger door and sat myself down in the seat, buckling up and then getting my iPod out, putting both earphones in and then turning on shuffle. I stared out the window as my mom drove through the town we lived in to where my Little Brother played his soccer games.
We got there quickly and then unpacked the car. Her with other Moms started setting up the table for food and stuff. I grabbed a towel, went to a near-by tree and sat myself down. Throwing my iPod in my bag I took out the books that I had brought with me—that just happened to be -man. I opened one and started reading—Soldier had laid down on the grass and watched everyone move around before the game.
The noise went up as the game started, and I found myself bored since I had already read the three Volumes of -man I had with me. I sighed and laid down on the towel beneath me, I starred up at the clouds and soon enough, I found my eyes closing, my body falling into a deep sleep.
I found myself standing in a weird place, it definitely were I was supposed to be. I was laid down on the ground, and there was this red substance on my hands—when I saw what the substance was and noticed it was blood, I screamed and shot up and looked around, that when I saw him—My Dad was there sprawled on the floor like I remembered when I last found him on the living room.
My eyes widened as I slowly crawled towards him. "Dad?" my lips quivered. I started shaking him… but he was dead… he was dead… a wave of grief, anger and sadness ripped threw me. I screamed—it felt like it was the only way to release everything I felt inside. I closed my eyes and when I opened them again I wasn't in the same scene before, I was at a graveyard—in front of me a grave. When I read the name printed on the stone, tears came to my eyes again.
Luke Silva.
"Dad… Dad… Dad…. Why? Why me? Why you?" I muttered words that I couldn't understand; everything just felt like a blur.
"Would you like me to, resurrect Your Dad?" I turned my head to see him… the Millennium Earl... Like in the books… I knew I wasn't supposed to fall for him—I've read so many times the schemes… Even Allen's experience; but my tongue just moved on its own.
"Yes."
He laughed. Suddenly we were in a different place. A mechanical body standing next to the Earl… why couldn't I control my mouth? I wasn't supposed to say anything…
"Dad….. Luke… Dad… Luke….DAD!" I screamed out. Suddenly the mechanical monster started to move. I starred at it with wide eyes.
"Liseandra…" It muttered. "WHY DID YOU TURN ME INTO AN AKUMA? WHY? I THOUGH YOU LOVE ME? WHY? I CAN'T GO BACK NOW? IT'S YOUR ENTIRE FAULT!"
The Earl chuckled. "You're now my puppet~! Kill her."
My eyes widened as I suddenly felt a huge pain from my chest, I looked to see the Mechanical thing has stuck a knife right threw my chest.
"How could you Lise?" It muttered. "How could you?"
Suddenly the pain wouldn't stop, and then my body felt completely sticky. The Akuma then screamed.
"WHAT'S HAPPENING TO ME?" He removed the claw from my chest; I fell limply to the side and watched. The Akuma kept screaming and seemed in pain. Then suddenly his body started to just disappear, and then he was gone. The Earl watched to, a huge smile on his face.
"We have another one."
When I opened my eyes I found myself in a whole lot of pain and starring at the sky. It was weird because the last time I closed my eyes it was sunny… and Mom wouldn't have left me at the soccer field… The suddenly the pain; where was the pain coming from?
I groaned and blinked, making my vision become less fuzzy—starring at the soft starry night sky. That dream… it was so weird… and it felt so real—I have had -man dreams before but nothing like that, that made the emotions so real…. I started to lean forward when the pain rapidly increased, coming right from my chest. I chocked, gasped and fell back again.
I kept gasping from breath; my lungs just seemed to reject the air. After almost chocking a few times, my lungs seemed to calm down. I took one of my hands and put it on my stomach, suddenly didn't feel the cloth of my shirt, I only felt the skin… but it wasn't right. I ran my fingers across the surface to find something was in the skin. I leaned up slowly and carefully and finally looked at myself. My eyes widened as I saw crosses burned into my skin, lined in rows across my stomach and going around my back—up to my bellybutton and then they stopped. They weren't on my boobs though, the crosses stopped right below my boobs.
Hah… the crosses looked a lot like the one burned into Allen's hand from -man. Suddenly I felt like someone had slapped my face…. This couldn't be possible…
I mean, -man was just a popular/anime and manga from Japan and was entirely fictional. The –man world could never be real because there's no such thing as Akumas… and exorcists… Or could it be? Akuma could be hiding like they did in the books…
I leaned back against the cold dirt and closed my eyes. This was just a dream… a stupid messed up dream… I would wake up to find my Little Brother trying to draw on my face with Sharpie or something… Then I would wake up and kick his little ass…
I was too clouded in my inner turmoil to notice the footsteps that were getting closer and closer, and only realized I wasn't alone until the person spoke.
"Well, look at this~!" My eyes shot open, and my thoughts were completely gone. I had to stop my mouth from opening in shock. "What do we have here?"
He was there and he was real… he looked completely real… I closed my eyes and opened them again—it was no hallucination.
I was starring at the one and only—and supposed fictional—Millennium Earl.
There we go! End of Chapter 1(: Next chapter will come as soon as possible! Please excuse any grammar/spelling errors... i'm terrible at finding those...
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