Hey guys, first time really writing a story. This is a Pitch Black x My own made up character. No, this is not an OC, where I use you and blanks for the character's own name. Also, this is set more in an normal day setting, so there's not the normal Pitch with his nightmares and the Guardians with there own powers. This story will go back and forth between Pitch's own view point and the view point of my made up character. And Pitch is like 23 and my character is like 18 then turns 19. AND (sorry there's a lot to throw at you all at once) but I did just watch Les Mis (love it so much!) so there will probley be some parts with songs from there used. And finally haha, mmmmmmmm... sorry kind of forgot what I was going to say... oh! Why yes! My main girl is from Finland she will be speaking some Finnish but for those of you who do in fact speak Finnish, I don't so I'm using handy dandy Google Translate to be my sidekick in this whole story. And that's the end of my long speech so... have fun reading :) any reviews will help me unless your being a total jerk and is on a man or woman period and have nothing better to do then trash talk my first story, so in that case those reviews will be shunned. Thanks :) (p.s I will try to update as soon as I can)
Chapter 1- Coming to America
North's P.O.V
It was rainy. Out of all the things it could be driving at 2 o'clock in the morning. It has to be rainy. I let out a sigh, and ran my fingers through my long salt and pepper beard. This was a pain- NO! I can not think of those things. My sister just died, and my niece, Chiaroscuro, has no one but me, and she clearly can't live with the crazy son of a - father. I wont allow it, at all. I do wish that she, we could have picked at flight from Finland that didn't come in at this time. And the fact that the only airport is two hours anyway really dose help. But here I am, late out of all things I hope that she is all right.
Later, finally, I got to the airport. It was mostly empty. It looks like those who where on Chiaroscuro's flight have long gone. I looked around for her, she did say that she would wait. I turned towards the chair's by baggage claim to see Chiaroscuro fast a sleep with her blood red and tan baggage neatly packed around her and with her dark, thick, tightly waved hair softly fallen on her lightly tanned face. How peace full she looks right now, the last time I did see her, her eyes where blood shot and her nose slightly pink from all the crying and giving me a sad smile. I hope I can be the parent figure for her, and the right one to put her on a path of success for the next couple years I have her until she goes out on her own.
Chiaroscuro's P.O.V
I opened my eyes and gave out a small yawn. "Hei," I said greeting my uncle in Finnish, "Setä Nick." He smiled at me softly, "Hello Chiaroscuro, how vas your flight?" He said in he thick Russian accent while he helped me up while grapping the two heaviest out of my three bags while I pulled my black backpack over my shoulders and pick up the other bag. "Good, good." I said softly. We walked out to Nick's bright red truck and threw my bags in the back. His blue eyes looked up to the dark sky, "Good, it stopped raining." He said and with that we hopped into the car and drove back to the place I would soon learn to call home.
Well, that was short sorry. There will be more "action" in the next chapter. Hei means hello. And Seta means Uncle. J