Me: Okay, I've seen two authors do this, so I wanna give it a shot too! Now first, I'd like to introduce my brother, Timothy!
Timothy: Hi.
Me: next, I'd like to introduce my evil roommate, Chloe!
Chloe: Whatever.. Why do you have us here anyway?
Me: Cause you are the only people I live with, so you're the only ones that can be here every time I write fanfics!
Chloe: I have to be here each time? How troublesome...
Timothy: Now, now Chloe.
Me: Whatever... this is my first fanfic, so feel free to tell what I can approve on! Oh and no need to go easy on me, just say whatever you want! By the way, the name "Uncolored Fate" is meant to represent a changeable fate and this takes place a few months after the Grand Prix while they are in Paris. Finally, I don't own Yumeiro Patissiere!
~Chapter One~
~The Dream~
Where am I...?
Who am I...?
These are the questions that echo in my mind as I sit in a bland white room, on a chair the same flavorless color.
Everything is so bright, I can't see clearly...
No one else is in sight, I seem to be alone with my thoughts.
Why can't I remember anything...?
Why do I have this lingering feeling of guilt...?
I feel like I made a life threatening mistake...
As I look around, all of a sudden a part of the wall on the right pulls apart and a very tall woman with an emotionless face walks in.
Is she a giant...?
Or am I just small...?
I... Don't remember my height...
I don't remember this lady either...
The mysteriously lady has short brown hair, and wears a short, cream-colored dress as well as high heels with a matching color. She walks quickly towards me.
Should I say hello? Perhaps she can tell me the things I want to know... Like who I am.
Before I can speak she grabs my wrist tightly.
Ouch! Her grip hurts.
She strides to the wall opposite of the one she came from.
Am I a child...?
She looks to be early twenties, and with this height difference I feel like a 5-year-old.
As she approaches the wall, it splits just like on the other side.
These must be doors...
"Who are you..?" I asked confused.
Instead of responding she just keeps walk through a hall of the same boring color as the room from before. The hall intersects with many other halls and each of those halls have many doors. Seeing that she wasn't going to answer to me I looked ahead to see another wall.
Either she is going to go through there or she's going to turn to one of the halls.
… Where is she taking me? I hope we get there soon because my wrist is aching...
She does eventually turn before hitting the wall, but also makes numerous other turns.
How does she keep from getting lost?
I notice that I'm taking large, half-jumping steps to keep up with her, and when I do notice I look down at my feet and see that I'm wearing a long, blue, silky dress. My feet, however, are bare. I also take note that my hair is extremely long, wavy, and brown. I look ahead of me once again and see another thing to note of. There are two children a few meters down the hall. A boy, on the left side, that has blonde hair with green eyes. On the other side is a girl with green hair and hazel eyes.
They're eyes look so sad, and they're looking at me. My heart is pained with guilt... but why?
I look at them confused as we passed.
They're the same height as me... If they're kids, then does that mean I am too?
The lady then turned to the right and I saw the girl fall to her knees wailing and the boy on the verge of tears before they disappeared behind the corner.
Did they know me? I wish someone could answer my questions...
The lady once more turns to the right, but this time into a room and not another hall. Inside the room there is a lot of metals things and wires.
Where am I?
Why do I feel like something horrible is going to happen...?
Just then the lady finally let her painful grip on me go, but she also pushed into the arms of a man in a lab coat. The man then put me into what seems to be a metal box and closed the lid. I had been quiet until the lid closed. It was then that I scream and yelled. I was confused and I was hurting. I felt like I was being burned all over; it was all so painful.
Ichigo... Ichigo... Ichigo...
"AHHHHHH!" I screamed at the top of my lungs and quickly sat up from a bed.
"Ichigo-senpai, are you okay?" A girl of blonde hair quickly asked me.
"Um, I think so..." I said breathlessly to her.
I know who I am now... I am Ichigo Amano, I am 13 years old, and I just woke up from a strange dream, but It was definitely more then just a dream...
~The End~
Me: What did you think? Too short? Too long? Not interesting enough? I tried to make a cliff hanger if you couldn't tell...
Timothy: It's really interesting, but what are you going to do with this?
Me: No clue!
Chloe: Figures. I don't like it either way, it's probably doomed for disaster.
Me: Well then, I'll prove you wrong! I'll make this fanfic the best you've ever read!
Chloe: It already is, because I don't read fanfics. Also, I don't plan on reading anymore, and don't expect me to read anything else you make.
Me: … You're mean...
Chloe: I know.
Me: Please review! I beg you! I'm new and a review would really make my day!
(P.S. Timothy and Chloe are only my role-play characters, neither of them are real)