A/N: Okay so I've been really itching to make a good HunterxHunter Story. I am lacking closure on this show and I'm severely attached...SO! I am starting a Future AU Story centering on our Lovely OC.
Story: Future AU (Spin-off) OC
Genre: Adventure/Friendship/Romance
Summary: "Mari" Or, Marina is disgustingly unadventurous and plain to say the least. She even thrives on her "rut" of a routine in gusto. However all that changes when an other-worldly creature giver her the rare opportunity to embark on a journey unlike she's ever seen. How will this plain-Jane survive? Will she stop doubting her self-worth for once or will a pair of godly supermodel-like heroes change her mind?
Chapter 1: BeyondXTheXNorm
Normality...
A concept of life that is both "commonly" expressed and comple all the same. It's a belief that can differ between every individual and is often expressed as a common factor in their day-to-day lives.
Because each individual is unique, normality can easily be varied. However, society and common sense tend to influence what we should se an "normal" and thus more us can co-relate with opne another.
You often hear things like, "...Just an average teenage girl...or and average high schooler.." as the description of a teen in their high school years. (A little too often as main characters of some shoujo or shounen.)
Yet, normality contradicts that because the heroes of the stories just have some quirky characteristic that makes them anything but, "normal" or "common."
So, when a person describes themselves as normal, doesn't that automatically make it abnormal to you? After all, you've had a friend or two that seemed unpurturbed by "uncommon" situations right? It only looks like that to you becuase it's abnormal for you but quite natural and "normal" to them.
How do I have the right to call myself normal when in your eyes I'm absolutely abnormal?
I might not be normal but, to society and myself I am seen as a "common" individual that shares a common purpose to a majpority of the world.
That's what makes me different yet the same as you.
We all fight for a purpose in life and all go aboput opur own ways on doing it. With all of our own expiriences we can define our views on the world and form our own beliefs on this so called "normality."
I didn't quite grasp the idea at the time until I met them...
...
Because I had been able to expirience their own views of "normality" first hand.
There was no such thing as being an average-jo; there was only simplicity and common ideals... and there was nothing wrong with that.
Which brings us to me.
To start things off, I wans't some stand-offish person or what most heroic stories consider beautifiul and average. I was undramatic, unadventurous and plain. I wasn't hiding my natural look behind some fake lashes or eyeshadow. All I needed was a little mineral foundation and lip balm. Sure it was plain but It was the most I would ever want on my face anyway.
I was neither terrible or great to look at and it mattered to me because heavy make-up was just false adevertisemnt for potential suitors.
Another highlight to how much I could blend in to the background of day-to-day life. It was a little obvious on how I could quickly be over shadowed by almost evrybody in terms of knowledged and power.
...Or so, it would appear that way.
I always preffered the idea of letting other's take the lead in my stead and rarely shared my knowledge with others. My social handicap hindered me from forming quick and intelectual thought outloud. I couldn't handle the risk of looking like a complete moron if I was trying forge a solution to a group of people. (Aka my co-workers.)
I avoided risks like the plauge.
Because risks meant change; a change that could disrupt the safe sanctuary of my routine.
What did a routine garauntee you say?
Safety.
I desired it's security like a blanket to protect me from my fears and all my pain. To prevent anymore further damage to my weak psyche.
It was a necesity I needed to function the best without my anxiety eating away at my brain because, I was petrified of the idea of the unknown, of the possibility of risking something precious and valuble over something that might not even be worth it.
I never imagined I'd one day I'd have trough a dilehma that would require just that of me.
It happened a little too soon and too abruptly that day.
It was the day he unintentionally barged into my life.
PING
Marina had been conditioned to react accordingly to the ring that emanated through her headset. Subconsciously she pressed the button above the earpiece and mustered the mental strength to greet the customer in a sing-song voice. "Hi! Welcome to Bell Taco's! How are you today?~" Her voice was soft but strong and was quite difficult to perceive it as condescending. She sounded legitimately delighted to receive an order.
Despite her charismatic and sweet nature, her co-workers often found the young lady to be withdraw and unintentionally cold. She was working after all and had at first had a hard time warming up to the unique personalities her team mates had to offer.
"Marina-babe, what do you need for this car?" Her shift manager was a tall and curvy woman, She always seemed to call them "babe" as a form of endearment. Marina held a serious tone as she tried focusing on the order she was placing.
"Two Chicken Ranch burrito wraps and 4 regular tacos for the next car people!"
"On it!" They all chorused as Marina prepared the beverages she needed for the order.
It was her last order of the day and she had a small window of opportunity to close her cashier station before another car came in. Luckily she managed to swiftly charge and hand out the food with sheer professionalism and good timing.
With that, it left her to stock up for the next cashier to take her place by the window.
"Hey Marina. Have me stocked up for the shift?" Samuel, a boy two years her junior stepped in with a chipper attitude.
"Mm-hmm." She nodded before wiping the sweat from her forehead. She fixed her visor cap and spoke meekly. "You should be fine for the next four hours...Just finish the red-time chart and you're all set."
"Sweet. Thank Mari!~"
She nodded quietly and clocked out on the cash register.
Her shift manager hummed in delight as she counted the cash in her drawer.
"Nice. You're over seventy-nine cents. The GM will be happy to hear that."
"Cool. I'll text her the status on my register when I get home." She regarded quietly.
"Good, Now, before you go, can you do me a favor Mira-babe. Can you take out the garbage in the back? Shawn wasn't able to get it done in time today."
Marina nodded and pouted slightly. "Aww, an here I was thinking I was home free."
Her shift leader guffawed. "You aren't free until I say so now mush!" Marina gave her a lopsided smile but, otherwise didn;t mind the extra chore. As she made her way to the restaurant dumpster she noticed a small trail of feathers leading to its area, most of the feathers where gone due to the wind but, otherwise left an ominous trail.
Maybe it was a cat taking it's catch to it's new home?
The possibility however vanished when she was about to open the dumpster.
THUD.
THUD.
SLAM.
"Oww!"
Marina wasn't sure what to make of this. The voice sounded like a child! Was there a kid who decided to play in the bacteria infested pit? "Hello?!"
"Owie..."
Marina felt her stomach drop. She had to get him out of there immediately. If she fell in she would just call the store to come help her in a moments notice.
It was risky though...Maybe if she asked Jared-
"Who's there!?"
Marina jumped in the middle of her thoughts. "Ah-I work here! But don't worry sweetie, I'll try to get you out!" She lifted the bin and pilled the bags of trash she had in her hands to give her some more length in her reach.
"Can you reach?" Marina was not the tallest girl around, with her short stature she barely managed to push her abdomen painfully against the rim of the dumpster.
"I'm trying!" The little voice rang.
...
!
Suddenly her hand felt a different sensation than that of meeting skin. It was wrapped by a furry little hand. She flinched and pushed herself back sending the small furry handed creature in the air.
She landed on her back painfully with all her weight. "GAH." However the pain was ebbing numbingly as she stared at the small creature before her. It had landed in the pile of trash bags Marina used to gain leverage.
"Owwieee! Why did you do that?! You almost killed me!"
She watched the creature that resembled that of a Red Panda dust itself off and peel away a banana peel of it's back.
"EEEWW...This world is just like the other one!"
"Wha-..."
"Hn?"
"What are you...?!"
"Oh. I'm just a Necrois. Why do you ask?"
"Wha...YOU'RE A TALKING ANIMA-...Wait..am I...on "Punk'd"...?"
'If it is, I was fooled and played like a goddam cello' Marina thought bitterly.
"What's a PuNkeedd?"
"Okay I'm done here! I'm suing everyone involved!...I nearly broke an arm assholes." Marina growled. She jolted her head left and right to find any camera's, but ultimately noticed nothing. (Other that the cloudy sky. It was likely a thunderstorm was brewing. It wasn't raining per-say but the scent of mesquite lingered in the breeze showing a tall-tale sign a storm was brewing.)
Unexplainably the breeze became a violent gust of wind the started to pick up with each passing second. Marina clutched on to her visor cap and grunted as the wind began to push her back. In a split second her right leg singed in burning white hot pain. She shot a accusing stare at the offending wound to see the small creature hanging on her black slacks for dear life.
"They're coming!" He screamed with sheer terror.
She didn't know why but, the way the creature shuts it's eyes and clawed at her leg with an iron grip made her truly believe the creature was...real.
With sudden force they were thrown with their backs colliding with the dumpster. Marina gasped violently as the wind had been knocked out of her. The little creature struggled to it's feet as it glared daggers at the man materializing before them.
Marina and the cars of bystanders watched as a torrent of winds gathered in one area only to dissipate and reveal a shockingly-unreal-and-handsome man with flowing silver hair. Many car's skidded at the phenomena before them. Despite the tension Marina inwardly grimaced.
How she really hated guys with long hair.
"Well, Little mouse, I think play time is over. Turn yourself in and I'll everyone...including that spiky-headed freak."
"You wouldn't!"
"Oh-I would." Marina barely registered his movements until she felt pressure press aggressively on her trachea. "Starting with this one."
"NGGH!"
He chuckled in sadistic amusement. "It seems as if the people of this world have no access to Nen whatsoever..." He hummed in delight."...a world void of aura manipulation. Interesting world to pick little Necroise."
"Leave her alone! She's just an innocent person you monster!" The little creature screeched in defiance.
Marina could glared though the red spots in her vision at the silver haired man, It finally dawned on to her that either she had a nasty dream on her reality had token a turn straight to insanity.
"Leeaffe...hmm...allnnnnne..." She managed to choke before exhausting every ounce of oxygen. Immediately after, her body wen limp in his grasp. His sadistic laugh rang victoriously as he saw the torn and guilty expression the small creature wore.
Pure and utter guilt...
