The Two Worlds an Hetalian story

by Harlem Lovestruck

Jewel Desiree, Is an normal girl except for the fact she been raised by the mafia and is the only real human who knows of the 2p nations whom raised her. What happens when she and some of the other 2p nations are take to new universe owned by the real original 1p nations Will Jewel and her friends be able to find home or will they stay? And will Jewel be able to find her true past?

1. Just the begining

The Two World

Chapter 1

Author note: I have writen this story before but since my editor who i had at the website left, I thought i would finish it in their honor. But since I figure to have the person notice it would be to send it here enjoy

Dear diary,

It's me, Jewel Desiree, the young girl who can kick ass and take names. I have long, dark chocolate brown hair with hazel green eyes. Recently some weird things has come up so I thought the best thing to do was to write them down. Of course I would usually never write in a diary, but I really need to get my thoughts down to really think about all of the events that happened.

But first I guess I should tell who I am before getting anywhere about the events. Like I said before the name's Jewel Desiree. Even though I hate my last name, I guess I should keep it because I was given the name from my brothers since they always thought of me as being desirable. Let's start with the beginning. Apparently I, as a baby, was left in a basket in front of their door. So, my brothers being the kind and considerate people that they are, decided to bring me in. Well ok firstly, it was my younger brother who kept cursing and yelling at his lackeys to get me out and then called his other lackeys to find the person who has left me there. So during the chaos my other brother pulled me out of my basket and decided to gush at me nonstop. He would pinch my cheeks, look into my eyes and squeal 'She's soooo cute!' over and over again. So my younger brother finally had enough and suddenly started throwing any random objects that he could lay his hands on to stop and shut my gushing brother up. My squealing brother stopped and looked at my younger brother with puppy eyes. As if they somehow had cummunicated only with their eyes, the younger brother's face started twisting into a sour snarl.

"Oh no. I know what you're thinking. No, no, and no. We are NOT keeping that baby." Said my younger brother. To which, of course, made my other brother start crying and whining and begging to let me stay. So after a month of investigating and trying to find the person who left me at their door steps with no success; plus being too lazy to put me up for adoption and already getting used to me living there, they decided to raise me.
But I had to learn and live by my brothers' rules and that means being a killer if I must.