I honestly have no idea what possessed me to write this.
My History class has always been inspirational, but this is random on a whole new level.
Not the topic itself - plenty of people throw themselves into an anime world - but the fact that
I'm genuinely motivated to write it up.
Huh.
Grey, at WH, cleverly manages to get hit in the head with a football the exact same moment as I, Leprechaun, fall off my horse and smash my head against a pole.
Both with concussion, both to regain consciousness in different bodies in completely different dimensions;
only one to have heard of said dimension before (yay for Death Note manga!).
How will either of us cope?
How will things be resolved?
More importantly, how is Niden going to react?
Enjoy.
Yours insanely,
{E~L~L}
PS: I don't own Death Note, sadly, but I do own myself, Grey Sand and that mint-addicted Blood Steed...
Ch1: Awake
Fuck.
Now, I haven't spent the past few months working on curbing my vulgar teenage vocabulary for nothing. But, oddly, when one awakes to a splitting headache and other generally unbearable pains in their cranium region...
Well, profanities are the least of my concern. Ow. Ow, ow, ow.
Someone was shaking my shoulder, and I was aware of vague yet urgent, unfamiliar voices overhead. After some effort I managed to crack an eye open; a slit of annoyed stormy blue. I was about to open my mouth and tell whoever the hell was shaking my shoulder to stop before I punched them in the face, when I realised that the open sky above me and the faces that stared anxiously down at me did not at all correspond with my last memories of jumping Lady in the indoor school.
Damn head...
Ignoring the fact that the perfectly ordinary daylight seemed ready to scorch my retinas, I ordered my eyes to open fully. Slowly, sluggishly, they obeyed, and I got a half-decent view of my surroundings - well, as decent a view as one can get when they're lying on their back in a field with a load of people hovering over them. Ow.
A load of... Utterly unfamiliar people.
Okay, my memory isn't the best. Hell, it took me a couple of weeks to remember my best friend's name; it being hard to spell and pronounce aside, of course. But names were one thing, faces another. I never forgot a face.
I was one hundred percent sure that I had never seen any of these people - who clearly knew me - in my life. Ow.
"Grey... Grey! You okay?"
Uh... Except for that person. His face was mere inches from mine as he leaned over, his fiery blue eyes scrutinizing me with concern. His short blonde locks hung down, framing his face even at this angle.
....
My mind went blank with shock for a few moments.
Okay... I was hallucinating.
I've never hallucinated before, but this must be it, because there was no other possible explanation for Mello, of all people, to be looking down at me in concern. Nope. Not possible. Must be my head injury. Although, this all felt disturbingly similar to reality...
"Grey Sand, can you hear me?"
An elderly man pushed his way through the group and bent down beside me. Reflexively I tried to move away as he, a stranger, reached out to place a hand on my head, but the pain in that particular part of my body cruelly reminded me that movement in any shape or form was plain idiotic at this moment in time.
Wait... Did he just call me 'Grey Sand'?
That's the name of my... From Death Note...
The weirdness of the situation was too great, and my disorientated mind understandably shied away; before I knew it, the darkness had enveloped me once more.