New story that's been stewing for a good while in my head. Hope you guys enjoy!
Disclaimer: Seriously, does anyone on this sight own anything besides plot and OCs?
EDIT: 6/18/2014; Minor edits to most chapters
It was just another day really.
Most of the time, it always is.
You are simply going about your day, then it just takes a second; a turn of the head, a twitch of the hand, a blink of the eye. A little tiny moment, and everything is flipped on its head. You could almost say that literally in my case.
You see, I was in a car accident-
No, don't roll your eyes, get back here, I am not done explaining the fact that I was the one driving. Well, both me and the other guy were, I'm 20 after all.
So yeah, the other guy's brakes failed or something and T-boned my car sending him flying and me into an almost roll over. It hurt like a bitch until I was unconcious. And that's how I died.
Well, something like dying. This weirdo in front of me is telling me I'm not really dead.
When I sort of "woke up" after the crash, I was... somewhere. I was sitting on an invisible chair or something, cause there sure as hell wasn't anything under me when I looked down. And all around me was something like a trippy version of outer space, blurry balls of light of verious size and colors floating and twinkling in the black nothingness. I might have freaked out if it wasn't so cool looking, actually.
And Mr. Weirdo. He stood before me looking like a young butler, nice and simple head butler's uniform from the looks of it, appearenly long hair pulled neatly into a low ponytail, and all in white. I mean everything about this guy was white; hair, skin, clothes, even his eyes, which were really creepy since the only thing dividing his irises from the rest of his eyes is a thin ring of black around the edge of his iris. Freaky.
And he was smiling. One of those 'Cat that got the canary' kind of smilies. He had an air that said arrogence and a hint more creepery. I was faintly wondering what god in the heavens I pissed off to get this guy to take me to where ever it was I was going. Even though the first thing he said was "Don't be alarmed, you are not dead."
Wait-
"What do you mean I'm not dead?" I squinted at him suspiciously. "If this is some fucked up out of body experience, you'd better start explaining. I was just in a car crash, so my head's still reeling, and I'm not in the mood to deal with any philisophical higher power bullshit." I massaged my temples and sighed. Ok, I get a bit snippy under stress, but he didn't look offended. In fact, he started chuckling at me. Asshole.
"It is just as I said Miss. You are not dead, at least, your body isn't. Your soul however, has detached itself from your body, in a, ahem, 'Fucked up out of body experience,' so to speak." He beamed. The fucker's mocking me, isn't he? I glared at him, and he chuckled again.
"Go on." I ground out. "I still don't know why I'm here. And if you don't give me a straight answer, I will not hesitate to deck you. Fuck the consequences."
"Now, now Miss. No need to get violent. I see how much you like things straight forward. I am simply here to offer you a proposition." He sweeped his arm out and an screen of sorts appeared. What was on it I recognized. My car, on its side, the side in the air having a huge crushed indent, and myself, still strapped into the drivers seat, not moving and appearently injured. I flinched back and glared at him again.
"Don't show me that! The hell is wrong with you?!"
"I am meerly showing you in realtime what is going on with your body. As you can see, the crash has only just happened. And people are still taking in the fact that the crash has happened. Time here and there are different. The total time you spend here with me is not but miliseconds there." He waved his arm again and the screen vanished.
"Ok..." So, time displacement of some kind. I situated myself in a Thinker's position. "And this 'proposition'?" Mr. Whitey-tidy tipped his head and smiled.
"You are familiar with the japanese series called 'Katekyo Hitman REBORN!', I presume?" I gave him a flat look.
"... You're gonna do something that involves me ending up in that world aren't you? I'm not stupid, I've read enough fanfiction to know how something like this might go." He's laughing at me again. Yes, I am rather familiar with KHR, it was one of my favorite series, and I've read several self- and OC-inserts, good and bad, so I'm really just more annoyed than surprised at this point. I sighed again.
"Alright, give me the details. What do I do and what will happen to my body?"
"I will tell you about your body first, since I'm sure you'll want to know what will happen to it while you are away from it like this." Stop smiling already, you white haired pretty boy. "The time displacement will shift a bit, but ultimatly, hardly any time will pass. All you memories will remain. Your body will be in a minor coma, and once your appointed task is done, you will be allowed to return to it." That got my eyes wide. I could go back when I did whatever it was I had to do? That was a first.
"What's the catch?" Nothing that convinient could come without a catch.
"Mmmm, I don't believe there is one." I call horse shit. "But, anyways, your mission. You see, we, who keep order in the multiverse, have run into... a bit of a snag." I almost snorted in amusement. I highly dought these "Keepers of Order" are truly all powerful like some depictions of them. But, I'm also sure they have enough power that most problems are easily dealt with.
"Let me guess, this 'snag' you've run into is something you guys can't handle by your normal means and you have to bring in an outsider with some knowledge to fix it for you." And if I'm right, it's something big. "And that outsider is me."
"Yes, among the criteria needed for this job, you've fit to 99.99% of it." Don't you try flattery on me, even with your damn statistics. "You are next to perfect for it."
"Hmm, you still haven't told me exactly what it is I will be doing, and you also haven't told me that I can't refuse. You've told me I have a way back, and that means that if I do refuse, you can't punish me by sending me anyways or locking me out of my body." He's still smiling like nothing is wrong. Damn I thought I had him.
"Oh, how I love the smart ones." He muttered, smiling. I decided to give him a sarcastic one of my own. You know what usually happenes to pretty boys with white hair? They usually die horrible deaths. Now, stop smiling already. I know you're planning something.
"Now, your task. I assume you know of the Vongola Primo, Giotto?" I nodded slowly, usually isn't it Tsuna though...?
"You see, in the timeline of that period, something... seems to have happened. The choices made by this Giotto in the circumstances presented are all wrong. And those wrong choices have resaulted in a disasterous outcome from the norm." He explained.
"So you're saying that at some point in his timeline, Giotto had a choice, and would normally go one way, but didn't and now that reality is... falling apart at the seams because Giotto continues to make the wrong ones?" I tried.
"In layman's terms, yes. And nothing we normally do seems to change it. And once that choice is made, Giotto's base personality changes a bit, and continuously changes with each choice, until he becomes something so far from the norm that, if it is not fixed, could begin to leak into other parallel timelines. Little differences in side-by-side timelines are fine, as long as they don't create anything too different in the long run. And when there is something of the sort, it creates a whole lot of energy. And that energy can affect parallel timelines, causing a sort of chain reaction. What happened in that timeline might happen in another with no pervious build up and completely through off the rest of the timeline... and even cause it to collapse, destroying not just that timeline, but several and damaging several more. The damage will continue to spiderwed, causing more and more of that multiverse to collapse and be destroyed and damaged, until the entirty of that multiverse is destroyed." He finished his speech by giving me a bright smile.
Shit, I knew the gravity of the problem was huge, but the possability of the total destruction of an entire multiverse is just...
I run my hand through my hair and sighed. There's the freaking catch. I don't accept, and I subsequently and indirectly destroy an entire multiverse. Goddamn it.
"Ok. And?" I prompted him to continue.
"Something about this Giotto is different, like... he needs something else, something extra to point him in the right direction. And so, the only conclusion is to, well, give him just that."
"... So, I'm playing spirit guide or something?" Mr. White Smiles shook his head.
"No. That would mean he still has the power to make the choice. We need to completely take the choice away from him. So..."
"Relative then." I finished.
"Yes. He'll listen to you better that way." I give him a half-assed glare before sighing.
"And looky here! I found the catch to the 'You can go back' promise! The guilt of having completely and utterly erasing a fave series of mine from existance if I say no." I grouched out, before sighing. "Fine, fine. I'll do it, but one more thing."
"Yes?"
"Time limit." Was all I said. Obviously he'd got it.
"By the time you reach your current age for a second time, you will die, again, in some fashion. You will be allowed to return to your body at this time. But, you will be also allowed to watch over them as a spirit should you or the higher ups feel you need to make sure there aren't anymore overly big diversions." He explained. "I will be monitering you and will pop in every so often, weather to warn you of something or to simply inform you of your progress."
I sat there quietly, taking everything in and organizing it. I obviously can't back out. This is going to be hard. I was going in basically blind too. I had very little information outside what little the manga gave us on Giotto's life. And this would be in the time period of 1600s Italy, even if it's something of an alternate dimention. I only knew so much about that time period from history books and looking it up on my own as references. I knew I would have to adapt, and I definitely am going to need to learn a lot. I'm gonna have to make Giotto, and most likely G. later, like me and trust me enough that they will listen to me and not rebel against the timeline again.
I sighed and stood up, leting my joints pop back into place from sitting for so long. I walked up to Mr. White Fox and stared up at him.
"Alright, you white shithead, how do we get there?" He smiled down at me. Damn, he's got a good head and a half on me.
"If you'll allow me?" He held up his gloved hand, and I stood still. He then gentally placed his hand over my eyes.
"By the way, my name is Blanc."
"French for white, right? Fitting." He chuckled once more, but it sounded oddly distant.
"I will see you again soon." Came Blanc's far away voice. The ground seemed to fall away, and consciousness left me once more.