Summary: I never would have thought that taking this job would lead to such a drastic change in our lifestyle. Nor did I expect this new move to Ikebukuro to trigger so much insanity that it became the only thing I'm dealing with nowadays. Sometimes I really wish I hadn't met those two…

By: Noel14

OK, this is my fifth attempt at fanfiction and first try at writing for Durarara! I only started writing this about… eh, two or three days, after finishing the series (all in the short span of two days, too) because of how hard I fell in love with the show… or, more accurately, Shizuo and Izaya. Seriously, they flew right by Deidara (Naruto) and L (Death Note) on my list of Favorite Anime Characters of All Time.

Warning: Kind of serious first chapter, but only for character development and introductions. It's not always going to be this serious. Anyway, enjoy the story!

Disclaimer: I wished on a shooting star last night that I could own Durarara, but unfortunately, I don't. That's not to say that I mind owning Autumn and her family; I just wish I owned a little more than them, you know? I mean, it's a great show and I wish I was able to be that great and creative, but… Darn it, I'm rambling again! I really need to stop that… Well, I don't Durarara. Now, here you go!

The Last Noel Productions Presents:

Insanity

Chapter 1: The Marvelous Misadventures of Autumn and Aurora

The moment I stepped off the plane to Tokyo with Aurora by my side, I had already silently told myself that my life would never be the same. The bombardment of new sights and smells upon my arrival to the first bus stop themselves were enough to tell me that much. Every little detail, for the concrete on the sidewalks to the bustling streets to the use of an actual car confirmed my thoughts that this would be entirely new to the both of us. And this scared me a bit. Little Aurora in a place as big as this? I thought to myself. Hopefully she'll be able to hang on here.

But it must have been when I got off the bus and entered the Ikebukuro district that I realized just to what extent that change in my twenty-three year old life would go to.

It's strange, I always tell myself, how people can sometimes seem to see certain things coming just by the way things start out. It's kind of like when someone makes a hypothesis on a lab at school. We make predictions with every decision we ever make and every single thing that happens to us. These predictions can be correct or incorrect. A grown man can predict that a promotion mean more money to support his growing family. A six-year-old child could predict that a couple of balloons can defy the laws of gravity and lift you up in the air when you jump off you father's truck. And we make these predictions based on our gut instincts, our wandering minds, or common knowledge.

And my prediction, when I took my first step off the bus and into the Ikebukuro district was based on my gut instinct of protection. This prediction was "I shouldn't have brought Aurora here."

Aurora, being my ten-year-old little sister, wasn't ready for the large crowds that surrounded us, nor was she ready to face the large, numerous roads that were laid out in front of us and stuffed with cars. She definitely wasn't ready for second-hand smoking, either, which I then knew for sure would be a huge issue judging by the thick scent of smoke lingering in the air and all the people lining the street with a lit cigarette sticking out of their mouths.

My hair rose on the back of my neck as I watched all the people passing by and turned to Aurora abruptly. She was twirling a strand of her deep red hair in her fingers as something to entertain herself. She stared at the curling strand of hair with those bored crystal blue eyes of hers and stopped walking as soon as she noticed I had turned to her. "Hm?" She was asking what I wanted.

"I'm starting to have second thoughts about this move, Aurora," I told her, eyeing the people walking by me carefully, as if one might jump out at us at any moment. "I mean, this place looks like it could be dangerous for you. What if you get mugged while walking home from school or something? Or what if there's an earthquake and you get stuck under a big building and can't get out?" I know, I was being over-reactive; but this is the way my mind always reacts to these kinds of things, new things. The prospect of anything new always came off as potentially dangerous. And I wouldn't have minded this, though, had I not brought Aurora. And the more things I came up with, the more things came to mind. "Or what if there's some sort of mass murderer that gets a hold of you and takes you hostage? How about if some guy runs you over on his motorcycle? Or if some maniac goes around throwing large random objects and hits you?" I was even starting to scare myself now, even if Aurora didn't look concerned in the least. I just had to keep going. I mean, protecting her was sort of my job as her older sister, right? "Even worse, what if I get wrapped up in some sort of twisted scheme by accident and end up getting you involved, too? You could get hurt and this would be all my fault for dragging you into this! I mean, what if-"

"What if a boulder falls from the sky and drops on my head?" She asks sarcastically, raising an eyebrow at me as I lower my head in embarrassment. "I think I'll be fine, Autumn." Now she turned back to the bus we'd just exited. "Now are we going to get our bags out or not?"

"Oh, yeah," I muttered as the group of people around the baggage compartment cleared. Once the crowd had scattered, I swooped in to get our bags.

To be completely honest, I was nervous beyond belief. The only reason I moved here to Japan after six years of living with only Aurora is that I obtain most of my money from a part-time job and getting my writing published, a task proved difficult because as soon as most people realize I dropped out of my senior year of high school, they won't even bother to read my work.

Despite this, however, we'd been doing fairly well, especially since I managed to get two books, two of which I am very proud to have written within the past two years, published after much hard work, but recently, I've been losing a lot of the inspiration for my writing that I had been receiving plenty of before. Aurora and I both agreed that this was probably because of the small, unexciting town we were living in.

We both endured the same dreadfully boring schedule where we woke in the morning, Aurora went to school, I went to work at Target until about six, I come home to see Aurora waiting for me at the kitchen table, I nag her to study and do her homework, we eat, I write for about an hour or so, we go to bed, and repeat the process in the morning. I wanted something more than that, something different. I not only wanted an exciting life for myself, but one that wasn't so dull for my sister so that she might be able to grow up and tell her children and her children's children stories of her own, and not those kinds of stories that an old man tells children and they fall asleep in the middle of it. I want her to be able to tell exciting tales that will make their hairs stand on end and whine when she has to stop in the middle of it. But we couldn't have any of those experiences in the town we were living in.

Luckily for us, however, our uncle had been trying to get us to move to Japan with him ever since he married a Japanese model that he was doing a cover shoot for in Seattle. Hiromi is a surprisingly nice woman, nicer than what you'd expect a model to be like, and she's one of the most beautiful people I've ever met. She has long, silky black hair, a beautiful figure, and dark brown eyes that I would kill for; it was no wonder she was asked to model for pretty much every fashion magazine in Japan.

So, yes, Uncle Richie and Aunt Hiromi had plenty of living space that they were willing to share with the two of us, and, yes, they had the finances to support us, but, no, I wasn't just going to take advantage of their kindness. I was going to work, pay rent, and, when I'd saved enough money, I'd move off somewhere else. Twenty-three is too old to be living off of my aunt and uncle. Plus, it would make me feel guilty beyond belief if I leeched off of them like a baby does its mother.

I was carrying a total of three of my own bags and one of Aurora's when we were finished unloading our bags. I didn't have too many things other than clothes to bring with me unless you count my laptop and my lucky pen; the rest of my stuff I sold and added to the money I was saving for an apartment. Aurora didn't have too many personal belongings, either, so she only had her clothes and the blanket she's been sleeping with since she was a baby stuffed into two bags.

So, two bags slung over my shoulder and two suitcases on the ground next to me, I reached into my pocket and pulled out a small slip of paper, the one with the address of the place we were supposed to be meeting our aunt and uncle on it, scanned over the words, and stuffed it back into the pocket that the paper was in only a moment ago. I gave Aurora a smile. "Are you hungry?" I asked her.

She just stared at me with her uninterested expression and gave a small shrug of the shoulders. "I guess," she muttered.

"Good," I told her. "Now, I need you to help me find Russia Sushi."

We were utterly and hopelessly lost. It turns out that finding a Russian Sushi restaurant in Ikebukuro is like trying to find a nettle in a haystack, according to my aching arms and my watch, which says that we've been searching for Russia Sushi for about an hour now. We were actually supposed to meet Uncle Richie and Aunt Hiromi about thirty minutes ago, at six, so they're probably worried sick by now. Not to mention that I felt like we've been going around in circles for a while (wasn't that like the fifth time we'd seen a sign advertising that Baccano show?) and I felt as if my knees were going to give way under the weight of my four bags.

Aurora suddenly jerked on the back of my shirt and I turned around to look at her. She said something but with the noise of the bustling street, I couldn't hear her, so I cocked the side of my head towards her and cuffed my ear. "Huh?" She repeated her previous statement, or question, to no avail. I asked her to repeat and again and when she still couldn't raise her voice to a volume loud enough for me to hear, I crossed my fingers and hoped it was a 'yes or no' question. "Uh… sure?" I'm just too tired at the moment to even bother. We need to find Russia Sushi soon.

My sister nodded at me and I turned back to look around, sighing a breath of relief. If I had said something wrong, questionable, or just plain weird, she either hadn't noticed or didn't want to point it out.

About another ten minutes into our search and I was beginning to seriously think that the ground below me was moving. I finally just sat down on some random bench by the side of the street, and let the suitcases drop to the ground while I sat there panting. "Sorry… Aurora," I apologized to my sister between deep breaths as I dropped my head between my knees, either in shame, tiredness, or both. "I just… need to rest some."

I received no response.

"Aurora?"

Everybody has at least one of those moments in their life where they fear the world may be coming to an end based on just one single event that strikes one of the worst fears within your heart and being. You could have felt the most terrorizing of things or emotions, heard agonizing sounds that will forever echo inside your mind, or see the most frightening sights that will flash before your eyes every chance it gets. And it was this experience that I was undergoing at this very moment, when I raised my head from my knees to snap at my sister for not replying to me. It was originally a snide intention that soon turned to a feeling of complete dread and horror that froze my blood and shut my mind and allowed all hell to break loose within it.

My sister wasn't there.

"Oh my God!" I shot up on both of my legs in an instant while trying to look over the sea of people. "Aurora!" I shouted over the noise to the best of my lungs' abilities. "Aurora!" I kept shouting her name but the sound of car horns, ringing cell phones, and talking people must have drowned out the noise because I didn't hear any voices shouting "Autumn!" back at me.

Frantically, I started pushing my way through the crowd, back the way I had come from, still calling out Aurora's name in desperation. Where was she? What happened? Was she kidnapped? This was all my fault, wasn't it? If my baby sister died today, then it would be all my fault and I'd never be able to live with myself. Never. "Aurora!"

"Are you alright, Ms.?" The voice must have been able to tell I spoke English from my use of 'r's that don't flip or something because this was the language it came to me in. (1*)

In relief that there was someone paying attention to my pleas for help, I turned around.

My relief was now completely washed away.

He was a black man that had to have been at least three times my size and he had one of the scariest faces I'd seen in my life. He had these big thick lips and weird, snake-shaped eyes that scared the living heck out of me. "Are you OK, Ms.?" He repeated. This time, I was able to catch his Russian accent. And the flyers advertising "Russia Sushi" he was holding. And let's not forget the big sushi restaurant standing behind him.

Strange how I find these things at the most inopportune of times, huh?

"Ms.!" The large man shook my shoulders and I realized I was crying, at the irony or the stress I wasn't quite sure, though. "Are you OK? Why you crying?"

I looked up at him, tried not to cringe at his intimidating appearance, and shook my head, knowing I was just judging a book by its cover; I of all people should know better than to do that. "I just arrived here about an hour ago with my little sister and I turned around and couldn't find her!" I wailed unintentionally while tears continued to stream down my face. "She probably got lost or mugged or something and it's all my fault for not paying attention to her!"

"Now, now," the Russian man said with a kind smile, patting my head. "It alright; tell Simon what this sister of yours looks like. Maybe I seen her."

I wiped away my tears with the back of my hand. "She's got bright blue eyes and red ponytails." I sniffled quickly. "She's about this tall," I held up my hand to the middle of my chest and the man nodded, closing his eyes and rubbing his chin.

"Ah, yes," he spoke in that accent of his, not yet opening his eyes yet. "I do believe I saw little redheaded girl with Masaomi-San only few moments ago." He opened his eyes and pointed in the opposite direction I had come from. "They go that way."

I gave the man the best grin I could handle at the moment. "Thank you, Mister!" I gave a bow- I think that was supposed to be a form of respect in Japanese, right?- and ran off in the direction he had pointed me out to, meanwhile, he called after me.

"When you find little sister, come to Russia Sushi! Sushi good for you!" I almost laughed out loud.

A cloak of happiness and relief found itself wrapped around me and gave a sense of warmth and security. The fact that a kind stranger had just pointed out where he had seen Aurora go gave me not only a lead as to where she was, but also hope that I might be able to find her in this big city. I guess the two of us dying our hair to a color as noticeable as red was a good move, after all.

I felt happy that I'd just found out what direction she had gone in when something dawned upon me. Who's Masaomi? He better no be a pedophile, I thought to myself in rage. I swear, if Aurora was hurt, I'll-

"IZAYA!" Suddenly, I heard a loud noise that sounded like clashing metal or something large and mechanical being torn from the ground. I looked at my surroundings and suddenly found everyone else, even the people in cars, had cleared the street that I was in and watched from the intersections at the ends of the streets apart from one other person.

This one other person was a man wearing a pair of shades and a bartender suit, had blonde hair, and was holding a vending machine in his hands as if it were nothing more than a bouncy ball while looking in my direction with pure malice.

And this is where the panic set in.

Did I piss him off somehow? Was he mad because I, I don't know, bumped into him earlier and not notice him yell at me? Was he mad because something else pissed him off and he just decided to vent his anger out on me? Then a sudden thought hit me. Or was he mad because I dyed my hair red? I know that red is supposed to make bulls angry, but does it do the same thing to people? Maybe it does and my hair color just sent him off in a rampage and made him want to throw something big and heavy at me. Oh my God, what have I done? I should have never approved of Aurora dying her red, too. What if he sees her, too, and attacks her in a similar fashion? What if-

Screaming profanities and interrupting my own mental babble, I ducked to the ground when the man's vending machine came flying my way. The large machine went sailing right above my head and hit the ground with the sickening sound of a large crash in only moments. "What was that for?" I screamed at the deranged man as the scent of smoke from the damaged vending machine came drifting to my nose.

Wait a minute. I think someone just said that at the same time as me. Of course, this other voice didn't sound as terrified as I was in the least, but it still said the exact same thing.

"I'm going to kill you!" I stared at the man in shock until I realized the other person I heard only a moment ago was speaking from behind me.

"Awe, surely you don't really mean that, Shizu-Chan~!" I just realized that this Shizu guy might have not even noticed I was there in his rage and that the flying vending machine wasn't aimed at me, but some guy standing only ten feet behind me. "I thought you were my friend!" There was no possible way that anyone could be this mocking in a situation where someone threw a large, bulking metal object in their direction and threatened to kill him.

Unless they're completely insane.

I craned my head around, still in my crouched position, to look at the man the vending machine was aimed at. He had black hair and wore a jacket lined with fur, with his hands stuffed in his pockets, but the thing that struck me most about him was that his face made me think instantly of a fox. He had a sickening smirk on his face, a slimly shaped face, and eyes that I can't describe as anything other than mischievous and possibly even evil.

And he was balancing perfectly on top of a fire hydrant, so he must have been towering a few feet above me, even when I was standing up, which was probably the reason the blonde man hadn't noticed me. That along with the fact that he had this look on his face that made me assume he hated this man with such an undying passion that nothing would stop him in his rampage.

Which brought me to a very important question: Do all people in this city have some weird, insane power like balance, intimidation, and strength?

In response to the fox-like man's teasing, the person I'm now assuming to be a bartender ran to the side of the street and tore a stop sign from the ground like it was nothing. He then proceeded to run towards the fox-faced man while carrying the stop sign like a baseball bat and screaming "DIE!"

Now, this other man was still standing behind me, so technically, he was running towards me while carrying the stop sign like a baseball bat and screaming "DIE!"

Making an "eep" noise, I rolled to the side as quickly as I could as Shizu came barreling in my direction, just barely avoiding being trampled. Meanwhile, the fox-faced man just jumped back really fast like he had special ninja powers or something. Of course, the blonde man still came running at him as he laughed in an insane manner and shouted out things that only further aggravated him. I, of course, took this moment to try and escape by crawling to the safety of the side of the street.

Throughout my little journey, I got a little scratch on my cheek from a shard of glass that came flying out of a window because of a street lamp crashing into it but, for the most part, exited the battlefield unharmed. As soon as I got to the edge of the street, I was being bombarded, in Japanese, with words of wisdom and encouragement.

"Get up!"

"Hurry before you get hurt!"

"Get out of there now!"

I got to my feet and ran to the intersection where a conjunction of people were speculating the brawl going on and was instantly greeted with a series of pats on the back and congratulations on making it out of there alive. "Thanks," I said as I gasped for breathes and tried to regain my composure. "I swear I saw my life flash before my eyes," I joked.

"I wouldn't be surprised," One man grunted in response seriously. "Every time those two go at it, the street that the fight took place on has to be closed to traffic for the next two weeks."

I raised my eyebrows at this, not sure if I was supposed to take him serious or not. I then looked back at the fight. The blonde was now tearing a random street sign out of the ground and was, no doubt, going to use it as a weapon. I decided then that I should take this statement seriously. "How often does this happen, anyway?" I asked, wondering if this was too much of a common occurrence.

"Every time they see each other," some other man said without missing a beat. "They hate each other so much that every single time they lay eyes on each other, this happens."

I was shocked, to say the least. "But… that's so…" I was trying to think of a word that wouldn't sound, to the people that have actually lived here for more than an hour, utterly ridiculous. "That's ludicrous!" And what better word to use than a synonym to the one I'd just used in my thoughts? "They can't hate each other that much, can they? Surely you're joking?" Call me deluded or whatever you may want, but my parents were hippies, hence me and my sister's names, and they somehow taught me, in the thirteen years of my life that they took part in, that violence and hatred are some of the worst things in the world so I've always hated the idea of violence. It makes me want to puke.

One of the women standing nearby gave me the eye. You know, the one that a woman uses when she spots her child reaching into the cookie jar when she specifically told them to wait for sweets until after dinner so she's getting ready to give them the lecture of a lifetime about high blood sugar and the possibility of obesity. Trust me, I know this eye very well from experience and I still haven't eaten another cookie to this day because of it. "You really aren't from around here, are you?" The woman asked.

I shook my head. "No, I only arrived here a little while ago with my imouto (2*)," I explained to her. Then it struck me: Aurora! In the span of only a few minutes, I'd completely forgotten about her! "Oh my gosh! I can't believe I forgot!" I gushed out quickly. I quickly turned to the three people I'd just spoken with, whom had all turned their heads back to the rising smoke from the fight. "Have any of you seen a little girl with red hair pass by here? She's about ye high," I measured out her height again and the eyes of the first man that spoke to me drifted in my direction again for only a moment before he nodded and stuck his thumb behind him.

"Yeah, you didn't see her? She and some blonde guy have been waving their arms around like morons screaming at you since you got here."

"What?" Shocked, I craned my neck to try and look over the crowd of people. This man must have had really good hearing to be able to hear them over this mess because I most certainly couldn't hear a thing. Either that, or living in a town as noisy as this really sharpens you senses. I was about to turn around and ask the man exactly where they were when I heard it.

"Autumn-San!"

It definitely wasn't my sister's voice because it sounded it like a boy, a teenager at that, but he was saying my name. And didn't that guy just say that there was a boy with her?

I turned my head in the direction and what I saw eroded away all of the worry that I was previously feeling. "Aurora! You're alive!" I shouted over the people as I slowly began to push past them and get near my little sister.

"Of course I'm alive," came the deadpanned voice as I got close enough to finally hear her naturally soft and calming voice. "Why would I not?"

I finally got to her and tried to scooped her up in my arms to give her a really big hug, a task I found harder than I thought it would. I guess that five-year-old I used to carry around on my shoulders really had grown more than I expected. I settled for a nice little hug with her on the ground and pressed on and on about how hard I had tried to find her and that I was so worried and how she was such a beautiful little girl while she muttered to herself about how embarrassing I am. I didn't care if she thought I was acting like one of those parents that would kiss their kids goodbye in front of the school and showed baby pictures to their friends. All that mattered was that she was here, safe and sound. "Now, what happened? How did you get separated from me?"

She looked at me as if I was an idiot. "Did… you not hear a single word I said back there?" She asked me as if she was talking to a child and quickly losing her patience.

"Uh…" I went back through what happened right before our separation; the only conversation we had that I could think about was the one where I couldn't even hear a thing she had said. So I just stood there, going "uh…" for another minute before my little sister's patience ran out.

Aurora sighed and smacked her forehead with the palm of her hand. "You are an idiot." She muttered in a highly annoyed tone. "I said that I was going to go ask for directions and that I wanted you to stay there. I came across this guy," the motioned towards the blonde teenage boy she was standing next to, who waved and gave me a cheeky smile, "who told me where Russia Sushi is, but when I got back, someone was missing." She crossed her arms and closed her eyes. I could visibly see her eyebrow twitch, something she always did whenever she was extremely annoyed. "I'm just lucky that he was kind enough to help me look for you."

I began to feel sweat pour down my forehead, but despite this, I gave her another hug and cried out. "I'm so sorry, Aurora! I love you so!"

While my little sister was in the process of muttering to me about what a moron I am, the (now-not-so) mysterious stranger that had helped my little sister took his time to make himself noticed. "Ah, what a beautiful moment! The renitent of two sisters is such an emotional thing!" He clasped his hands together and looked off in the distance as if watching the emotional and happy ending to a dramatic movie.

I quickly let go of my sister and narrowed my eyes at the blonde boy. "And your name would be…?" I trailed off the question, giving him a blank to fill in.

"Kida Masaomi, at your service," he said, making a mock bow and grabbing my hand to kiss it. I quickly tore it away.

He, however, bounced back up from his bow, still wearing a large grin on his face. "So I was wondering if you wanted to go out to dinner tomorrow or something." There was a suggestive tone in his voice.

This kid gets to the point real quick, I thought to myself. I'll give him credit for that. "You do realize I'm over twenty, right?" I asked him in a dull tone. I really hate flirts.

"Oh, you are?" He asked, trying to look completely innocent. "I had no idea; you looked so young that I thought that you just had to be in high school." He gave me one of the best sets of puppy-dog eyes I'd ever seen. "But if you want, we could still go to dinner for me rescuing your sister, though, right?" He was persistent, that much was for sure, but I could now say something positive on the subject.

At least I didn't need to be worried about any possible pedophiles named Masaomi anymore. Instead, I needed to look out for a flirtatious teenager that like older women named Masaomi.

I sighed before shrugging my shoulders because I know people like him; he won't give up until he gets what he wants. Plus, he did have a point. He kept my little sister safe, something I'd be eternally grateful to for him for the rest of my life. "Aurora and I were supposed to be meeting our aunt and uncle at Russia Sushi a while ago, anyway. You can tag along if you want."

The boy's grin widened. "Sweet!" He said in an overly excited tone. I rolled my eyes.

"Well, let's go now, Aurora," I said, grabbing my sister's hand and started walking around the large-scale battle still going on in front of us by taking another road. Masaomi follows behind us and begins to prattle on about some random topic that neither I nor my sister seemed to be listening to.

There might be kids Aurora's age that by now won't let their parents or siblings anywhere near them in fear that they would embarrass them in front their friends, sometimes even people that they don't even know. Some kids her age might tell their siblings or parents not to do certain things with them in public, like hug or hold hands or have emotional little chats with them. This isn't the case with my Aurora and it never will be for one reason and one reason alone. I am both her sibling and mother, her closest friend and the first person she goes to for advice, her companion through thick and thin, her role model and the most inspirational person she knows. It may sound farfetched and more than a little conceited coming from me, but it's only the truth. As far as she can remember there's been no one else there to raise her but me. Just me and her. Aurora and Autumn. And for that she'll always unconditionally love me, even if I act like a complete idiot or completely embarrass her or act like an over-protective mother over every little thing. And for this reason, it seems, we would never be willing to let go of each other, never willing to break this tight bond we've started and built a strong foundation on since the cold, dreadful day of November fourth.

And, yet, this move, this big change in our lives, scared me more than anything because if our surroundings changed, if she actually had someone other than me, like Uncle Richie and Aunt Hiromi, would that change? Would she stop relying on me so much? I didn't want that to ever happen. I always wanted to be all those things to her. I didn't want Uncle Richie to take her place as her parent or Aunt Hiromi as the first person she goes for advise, or this new Masaomi person to be her new best friend. Even thinking of these kinds of changes sent a chill down my spine that I just couldn't seem to rid myself of.

I was scared.

While thinking of this, I turn my head down to her, and although she wasn't looking directly at me, I knew that she was aware of my distressful position. Her hand squeezes mine, a sign that she, too, may be afraid of the new changes that are going to happen in our life and it's OK to be scared. But don't worry; the squeeze silently told me, we'll make it through this. Together.

Suddenly, however, Aurora stopped walking and dropped my hand so that it fell to my side. This worried me and I looked down at her face. She looks slightly angry at me. "What is it?" I prompt her, startled by her sudden change of attitude.

"Autumn, where did our suitcases go?"

Noel Note

Done! Ok, I had a heck of a lot of fun writing this. Seriously, I finished this in one night, well, one night and a morning (finished it at one). Can you believe that? I just hope that I didn't make anyone OOC in this or that I didn't create a Mary-Sue. If I did, let me know, OK? I'll try and fix it.

And yeah, I realize this was a little serious and into the story for a first chapter, but I'm trying to introduce Autumn's worry-wart ways for you guys so that you got to know her some more and so that you can see just how strong her relationship with her sister is. And, yes, I'm going to try and make lots of paragraphs like the first and last couple ones in this story; just remember that Autumn is an author and an older sister so she's very emotional, and that she sees the world in a very unique way.

Quick Fact: I had a hard time contemplating over Autumn's name. I really like hippie names so I was thinking over things like Sky (her original name), Echo, and River and couldn't decide when I looked out the car window and saw the pretty fall leaves, red like her hair, and it clicked. Fall. Autumn. It's utterly hippie and it has a nice ring. Plus, I already knew Aurora's name and Aurora and Autumn both start with 'A.' I thought it was cute. ^-^

1*: I'm not completely sure if this is right, but according to my Spanish and Chorus teachers, Americans (either that or English-speaking people in general; I forgot) are known for not rolling their 'r's. At all. So people can usually tell if you're English or not by the way your say 'r's. And "Aurora," which Autumn happened to be shouting out, had two 'r's in it.

2*: Imouto means "little sister." She was speaking in Japanese with those people, so I figured that I'd might as well use the proper terms. The citizens are Japanese, after all.

Anyway, please feel free to leave a review for me. Reviews make the word go round! Also, if you want me to post another story, please vote on the poll in my profile. Have a good day!

~Noel14