This is a crossover fanfic, but basically assumes there are different worlds and each anime style has its own world. such as, Clannad, Air, and Kanon would all be in one world. Ouran and Fruits Basket would be in another world. this is a coinciding of worlds. This is just the introduction of my OC from this world, bear with it, it should get more interesting when she meets the characters.
Technically, today should be the best day of my life, or something like that. I'm finally reaping the benefits of my long hours of work, and getting promoted in the company I work for. Well, at least, I'm 99% sure I'm getting promoted. My boss has hinted at it for weeks and then announced a company dinner on the 28th of February, which would be today. He was a little more than obvious about the matter.
I slipped on my black dress shoes and checked myself in the mirror, making sure I looked okay. Black halter top dress, stockings, shoes, makeup, yes all was in order. I stared at my reflection. What was wrong with me? I'm about to get promoted to the position I've worked towards for two years, and yet, I feel…nothing. No excitement, no nervousness, no sadness, absolutely nothing. It's as if the promotion means nothing to me, even though I've turned down so many opportunities, making this promotion the most important priority in my life. But thinking about it now… why had I wanted this so badly? It wasn't a special job, just a simple office business, managing bank loans and whatnot. There was nothing fun or exciting about it. I got the job because when I started, I needed the money to pay my high school tuition. My dad had connections so they gave me a trial period to see if I was worth their time. My boss was impressed, and I was hired, and I've been working there ever since.
Now I'm a senior, graduation is coming up, and all I do is work and do homework and then work again. It all seemed worth it, as I went by thinking about the future I was working towards. And yet there was always a nagging in the back of my consciousness, which only turned up inside my dreams. A nagging…
No, I forced the feelings away and proceeded out the door, into my car, and to the dinner party.
"Roya! Good to see you," one after the next, I greeted my co-workers. Most were about twice my age or more; I was the office baby, but since my work was advanced for years, people treated me with respect.
The night progressed and finally my boss stood, and gave a short speech, welcoming everyone and then announcing what everyone knew was the point of the evening; my promotion. I went through the motions, blushing, smiling, standing, accepting, hugging my boss awkwardly, then saying thank you to the millions of compliments that followed the rest of the night.
By the time I got back to my apartment, I was exhausted. Kicking off my shoes, I flopped onto my bed, staring at the ceiling and thinking. So I got promoted, now I would earn more money and have more responsibility. I was working to get money, to save money, to invest in my future, which would be full of more working for more money for even later into the future. Would the cycle ever end? What was the point? By the time I would ever spend this money, I would be either getting my diaper changed, or being old or fat or something. A good retirement would be nice, but also, I noted, rather depressing and pointless.
And now, that nagging returned, and for once I allowed it to seep in, and overwhelm me. What was that feeling? It left my stomach feeling empty and bloated all at once, and drained every ounce of energy and momentum I had. But the name of it, just evaded me. I couldn't put a word to it, all I knew is that it was unpleasant, and its sour taste always seemed to be with me. It left me feeling cold and empty, and somewhat wistful; dreaming of what a life could be like… a world that wasn't so…
And then it hit me. Loneliness, yes, that is what it must be. Loneliness. If only there was a world that I could escape to that wasn't so alone, and so empty. Where someone would care for me, and I could be with people, and smile a real smile about something silly, a joke or a situation. I wanted friends, I wanted to have people in my life who made getting out of bed every morning worth it. I had tried to drown out this longing by working so hard, but now, as all my work paid off, I felt more empty than ever before. And on a night like tonight, my birthday night, all I wanted was a taste of happiness. A chance to understand what it could be like, the feeling of excitement, and happiness.
I curled up, my eyes dry, as the loneliness deprived me of tears. Instead I laid there silently, I hadn't cried since I was little, the day my mom left us. My dad raised me, but was never around. As a result, I was forced to grow up fast, and found it difficult to communicate with my peers even though it was something I always dreamed of doing. I was unable to keep friends for very long, if I ever managed to make one. Everything would go alright, and then they'd ask that question, trying to get me to open up to them about my feelings. And that was too much for me, I would shut down, because otherwise I was scared I would cry. I watched my father come home every night, hours past midnight, drunk and sobbing. Even though he held down a job during the day, nighttime I would lie awake in my bed as I heard him crying and yelling my mom's name in his drunken slur. I pretended I didn't know, but I did. It was listening to him, when I made myself promise to never cry again. I had to be strong. That is what led to my early departure from home, to this small apartment.
Now I covered my face with my pillow, miserable and deflated.
"please," I whispered, "Take me to another place. Somewhere else, a place of happiness, full of laughter, and friends. Take me to that place. The place where dreams come true."
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