I walked up the steep hill that led to the main road. I silently cursed my parents for buying the trailer at the bottom of the steepest hill possible. My family has lived there since before my older sister, Opal, was born. My parents, bought right after they married and never left. Opal says that she's going to leave as soon as she graduates from high school, although she is the favorite child. My parents find me disrespectful, and think that nothing good is going to come out of me. Not that they're going to admit it of course.

If only they knew that I was already set for life, with my 'part-time job' and all. But I can't really tell them that, if I did they would lock me up and call me crazy. I thought back to what happened just the night before, Andromeda chewed me out for missing the meeting but my sister was having all of her friends over for an end of the year bash. If I wasn't there my mom would've killed me. If she could, my darker self snickered lightly.

I was nearly at the top of the hill now that means I'm going to have to pass their houses. Hopefully like everyone else my old friends would be sleeping enjoying the start of summer break. No such luck, I sighed, Katie was leaning against a black and silver motorbike. Her pale blonde hair was dyed neon green. She wore a black leather jacket and one of those 'too tight' Avenged Seven Fold shirt and black ripped skinny jeans.

I used to be friends with her but there was an incident a few years back, it was right before I started working at my job, and we haven't really talked since. Standing next to Katie (and absorbing her face) was a guy who was at least 5 years older than her. He looked like he apart of a biker gang, with a ripped jacket and jeans. I was going to just ignore them, but then I saw a shiny black 48 caliber gun hanging out of his leather bag.

It was after the last World War that the government of every country combined to make the ULPN o the United League of Peaceful Nations. There are separate branches for the main things to run a government. Every branch has a president and vice president that lead their entire branch. The presidents are a part of the council that oversees the world wide government. One of the first laws that the new government passed prohibited, any type of weapon use. Breaking this law meant prison sentence for life.

Even the martial arts school that I went to before the war had to be shut down. A lot of people were mad about it, but there were some who thanked the government for it. I didn't care either way, it's true that one of my main normal release frustrated energy was taken away, but that gave me more time to walk up to my private dojo.

I silently called the cops and reported a gun sighting, but hung up before any more questions were asked. I didn't need the publicity, I thought, walking towards Katie. I say that it's my private dojo but that really isn't the case. The owner has a handful of other disciples too, but because teaching martial arts is illegal, he makes sure the disciples never meet each other. "Should you really be doing that out in public?" I asked in my dark voice.

The dojo is run by an old married couple, who live the deep in the woods, wear not even the government goes. "What's it to you?" Katie asked snobbishly," Should a newbie really be acting so high and mighty." I quickly realized that Katie didn't know that I was me, not that I blame her.

My normally messy quickly tied black hair was just being held back by a blue headband and had a straight shine. Instead of my black school hoodie, I wore a small black tack top and neon blue and black stripes arm-warmers. And in place of my grey sweats, I wore a matching neon blue shorts and long black socks over my rainbow magic marker boots. The thing that probably really makes me looks different though is the absence of my glasses. Instead of buying me new ones, my parents gave me a hand me down from my grandma, big round and a lot of plastic that easily fog up. But with my contacts show off my weirdly big blue eyes.

"Just 'cause I'm new to you doesn't mean, that doesn't mean that I'm new to the game," I answered in my dark voice. I want to hurry up and leave, but I can't just leave Katie here with someone who does illegal things, although I'm not one to talk. I could hear the faintest sound of police sirens, time to get going. "Well sorry for troubling you, but I have an important meeting to get to. Be sure to write, from your new home, Mr. Soon-to-be-Convict.," I pointed to the gun.

I left my former friend confused, and the guy panicking. I crossed the main road before the police got there, and by the time they arrested the gun owner, I was already in a safe zone. The government refuses to go to some places, because they still show the after effects of the radiation from the war. The everyday citizens call these 'Safe Spots' because they are land that doesn't belong to the government.

Therefore you can do illegal stuff in the Safe Spots and get off scot free. Not many can come back sane, because the climate can be really harsh. I wondered how Setsuna and Matsu, the owners of the dojo (they prefer for me to call them by their first names), lived everyday in the unpredictable weather when I first started going there. Now I understand that the climate doesn't change all that much.

The dojo doesn't just teach fighting skills, they'll teach you anything you want to know, something that's both good and bad. Matsu knows any fighting style you can name and Setsuna works with anything artistic, religious, and medical. The two of them make a perfect combo, the traditional old married couple, I grinned to myself.

I jogged the rest of the way not thinking of anything important, and by the time I reached the dojo I was exhausted. I entered the dojo, which is really just Setsuna's and Matsu's house. The dojo is a big cross between a traditional Japanese (because that's Setsuna's and Matsu's home country), Victorian, and a farmhouse.

"You're late, Aqua," Matsu puffed smoke from his pipe at me. "Sorry," I bowed," There was a little bit of trouble." I noticed the tea cup I used whenever I was at the dojo was sitting on the tree stump next to bench Matsu sat on. I sat down next to him and took a sip of the iced tea that was in the cup. Weird I thought, something is off with this drink.

My vision started to cloud as I put the cup back down. Matsu laughed next to me, I looked over confused. "What did you do?" I asked almost losing to my other self, "Just kill him". "Oh, so you doubt me right away?" Matsu let out a puff of smoke, "I knew you were different Aqua-chan." He can't know who, no what I am can he, I thought out desperately already going into survival mode.

"You're the first human to do that right away." Human? Then he doesn't know about my 'job', good then it should be easy to get away, after this dumb poison wears off. "You could just let me loose, and then all of our problems will be solved," my other voice whispered nonchalantly. "If I did that then everyone in this area would wind up dead or worse," I replayed silently. "All the other Idiots, trusted us until the very end," Matsu let out a laugh unaware of my exchange with Her.

I didn't think I had the strength to talk to Matsu and make sure She doesn't take over my body, all I could do was buy time. "I just wonder what kids these days are made of," Matsu stood up," Do you how many times we have had to lace your drink with poison, and you didn't even flinch until now." I could barely see now, but his words rang in my ears and Her shouts filled my mind. "I'm glad we just made the entire thing out of poison, it's so much easier this way," He seemed to be talking to himself now.

"Well, it's about time to get the Hime ready to meet her Ojo," Matsu said picking me up and flinging me over his shoulder. I recognized the Japanese term for princess and prince. It had a special meaning to me, but he couldn't have known about that. Matsu played me on a stone slab, when did we get inside? Go downstairs? Do they think they're going to sacrifice me to some greater good, I let out laugh.

I couldn't hear or see anymore, but I felt their auras. Matsu was shocked that I was still conscious. Setsuna appeared weaker than she normally was, but she had full confidence in whatever was happening. There was a third, I was sure of it, and I knew the owner too. Male, my age, short, but skinny, I put the information together, and realized who it was pretty quick. Was he working with them? No, he's probably being controlled somehow, that was like him.

I didn't knew what the married couple was trying to accomplish, this could be pure coincidence or someone 'work' related could of hired them to get me out of the way. "Either way it'll be fun to mess with their heads." This was one of the few times we agree, I nodded silently. Using our combined strength we managed to say "You don't know anything". The sentence bounded off of the basements walls, filled with an ominous predication.

I slowly felt black tentacles warp around my body and absorbed me into the dark things. I tried get out of their reach, but it did no good. The vile things soon covered my entire body, and I was forced to bend my body to its will. With each passing second Her shouts were getting softer and softer, a wall was forming between us, I realized but unable to do anything about it.

I should just let go of everything, I thought, everything that will only cause me pain. With that thought I could feel the tentacles drop me as I started fall under my now black endless sky, with only the water beneath it.


DC: This chapter is a little confusing ^_^' but I promise it'll make more since later on…

Aqua: Why don't you just change things now?

DC: Because I'm lazy

Aqua: Will this story, really be okay?

DC: Don't know it was originally supposed to be about a regular girl, whose stuck in the anime world…But since all of my other stories are Chosen related, I figured it'll make it a nice twist to give Aqua a major role in it all.

Aqua: If I really am a Chosen why can't just go back home in the next chapter?

DC: Spoilers *puts fan in front of face to hide devil smile*

Her: Why don't I have a name yet? You could have it least-DON'T YOU EVEN THINK OF PRESSING THE STUI-