She walked into the room, her feet dragging behind her as she gazed wearily over at the lofted bed next to the window. *No roommate* she thought as she let her backpack slip off her shoulders and clunk on the floor, grabbing her laptop and flopping down on the bed. A large sigh was let out as she looked over at her roommate's empty bed and then opened the computer and checking her email. All that had come through was an assignment modification from one of her professors, calling in deeper the reality that she should probably start some homework. Instead she opened up Word and pulled open a blank word document and tapped her fingers on the keyboard waiting for some type of inspirational idea.
"Ow, damn!" she screamed as she slapped her arm, pulling away her hand covered in mosquito guts. "Ew!" she ran out of the room and into the bathroom, scrubbing the squashed but off of her hand and her arms with scalding hot water and gallons of soap. *Ugh* her mind thought as she used her elbow to push the paper towel dispenser down and dry her arm and hands, shaking her head in disgust as she threw the used paper away and headed back into her room.
"'Life in a box is better than no life at all…I expect.' What's that supposed to be, some special mysterious incantation?" A man with silver hair falling past his shoulders said. He was dressed in white dress which looked like a male Japanese kimono, his amber eyes looking from the computer screen to the girl in the doorway. He was relaxed comfortably on her bed with his ankles crossed and her laptop on his lap.
"Who the hell are you?!" She screamed shrilling, reaching for something heavy and blunt to throw at the intruder. Finding absolutely nothing she settled for the small Shark vacuum cleaner, snapping it out from its folded position.
"Who the hell are you?" The man said as he placed the computer on the desk and stood up, walking closer to the girl who held the vacuum up defensively.
"Don't come any closer you…you freak!" The shrieking words came out of the girl's mouth before she really knew. Part of her was afraid. She registered the mystery in those amber eyes and the yellow marks that went downward from them. He looked as if he was in his early thirties, but his stature and air spoke as if he was some ancient breed of ethereal being. Yet, there was something horribly familiar about him.
"Freak? I think I'm pretty damn sexy…I mean, look at this body!" The man pulled up one of his sleeves and flexed, his pale white skin enlarging as his muscle tensed, his lips flashing a debonair and cocky smile. "Oh shit!" he screamed as the girl in front of him fell forward, her eyes rolling back into her head. The white man leapt forward to catch her limp body as she fell. He grabbed her lifeless body in his arms and laid her on her bed, making sure that her head was cradled on her pillows.
The man looked around her room, shifting over to the chair by her desk, his long nails tapping on the desk as he held his head up with his right arm, staring at the softly breathing girl. He sighed and looked at the papers on her desk, seeing the name "Jenn" scribbled on the nearest sheet, followed by "Requiem: A Study of Political Dissention and the Female Heart in the poetry of Anna Akhmatova" as a heading. He shook his head, confused as he flipped the paper over and grabbed a circular black stretchy cord around a plastic frame.
"Ouchless Scunci" he read aloud as he pulled one of the black bands off, making it stretch with his fingers before shrugging and putting his hair up into a high tail. He stood and nodded his head as he looked at himself in the mirror.
"Who are you?" A voice came from behind him and he whipped his silky head around in order to see another girl standing in the doorway.
"Uh…I don't really know. Who are you?" The man asked as his yellow eyes followed the other girl to where another desk was situated, watching her throw her stuff down and jump onto the lofted bed.
"I am Christina. I see Jenn passed out again. She must be working on another FanFiction." Christina rolled her chocolate brown eyes as she leaned onto her bed, propping her head up with her elbow. Her bronze face was looking up and down at the man in front of her as another body came into the room and jumped onto the bed next to Christina. He was just as pale as the silver haired man, but with larger ears that did not come to a point and black hair. "This is Tyler." Christina continued as Tyler put his arms around her, his chin resting on her shoulder.
"Is this another one of her characters?" Tyler asked, his eyes shifting to the unconscious Jenn and then back at the silver haired man.
"Characters?" The man asked, curious as to what the hell was going on.
"Yeah. This happens every time she writes a new story. It gets rather annoying actually because she always faints. It takes her mind a while to make the gap between her writings and her reality. Don't worry, she will come around." Christina seemed very cavalier as she spoke and turned on the television. Her and Tyler watched television as Iyamoru shifted his glance from the strange pictures and back at Jenn who was now beginning to wake up.
"Shit. I had the strangest dream." Jenn lifted herself up and shook her head as she rubbed her hands over her eyes. She opened her eyes and blinked, her field of vision blocked by the bridge of a nose and yellow eyes. "Shit!" She screamed as she jumped back, losing her balance and falling off the other side of the bed. "Ouch."
Christina and Tyler laughed heartily as Jenn pulled herself off the floor, dusting her clothes off.
"It's happening again, isn't it?" Jenn asked as she walked timidly over to the tall silver haired man, circling around him.
"Stop it, you are beginning to make me sick" the man said as he grabbed her arm and pulled her to himself, glaring down at her. Without even thinking Jenn stretched out her other arm and hugged the tall man around the middle. He was warm, and toned. She could feel the heat radiating off of him, but his whole body was comfortable. Suddenly she pulled away, her face contorted into a sinister smile as she began to laugh.
Tyler looked questioningly at Christina as both of them jumped off the bed and ran to Jenn's side as she began backing the man up to the closets.
"Iyamoru," Jenn said. The white mans, Iyamoru's, eyes flashed with knowledge, almost as if the girls brain had connected with his at that moment, telling him everything he needed to know about himself, "This is going to be fun!" Her yell of excitement prompted a quick "uh-oh" from both Christina and Tyler as a bright yellow light engulfed the four of them, taking them into the past.