It was an average, and dull, day around here. The weather was great, for the most part. Well, in my terms, that is. Currently it was down pouring, and the dark gray clouds looked angry, as they float above. Hanging upside down on the couch, I looked at the time. Jazz should be over here soon, seeing as school ended twenty minutes ago. I am glad I graduated the year before last, so I could do whatever now. Being a little on the crazy side has its benefits, allowing my mother to claim disability on me. Shoving my iPod and its charger into my pocket, I allowed my body to slide off the large burgundy couch, falling into a tangled mess of limbs as the door rang. I got up and looked through the window, seeing my scantily clad friend dripping in water.

She reminded me of a drowned out rat, the way her hair started curling. I opened the door enough so she could rush in, quickly raiding my room for something dry. Standing in my doorway, I just watched with unblinking emerald green eyes, as she stripped down to nothing before throwing on a pair of jean shorts and a very loose basketball T, making it easy to see that the cold air was making her nipples harden. "Like what you see, Tegan?" she teased. Bless me for not being effect by her charms. In response, I yawned into my hand while popping my joints. "I'm hungry, did you make anything?"

"Don't I always?" I yawned again, grabbing my water bottle filled with grape Kool-Aid. "I made a meat-lover pizza. I think I out done myself on this one, tastes better than Pizza Hut." I grabbed a meaty slice, chewing on it as she got herself a slice. Jazz gave me a thumb up. "Do you wanna play any games or just watch anime?" Gesturing over to my still running XBox 360, I waited for her to answer.

"What game were you playing?"

"Alice: Madness Returns… Again."

"You are obsessed."

"No, I'm just in a killing mood where I can play a really hot chick." I grinned at her, filling a plate full of pizza, grabbed a large can of Monster and a few cans of Pepsi, my Kool-Aid, and Oreos, before crashing back down, picking up my controller and restarting from the beginning. My blue plaid button down falling off my shoulders, showing off the black men's undershirt I wore. One of my legs was bent, pressed against my chest, as I rested my chin on my kneecap; the other was tucked firmly under my ass. "Chess, c'mere Chess…" I purred, easily getting passed the nurse, finally getting into Wonderland.

"That is a creepy cat." Jazz stated, shivering. I ignored her, going up until the 'Drink Me' pool. It took a few minutes, and then I was going down the slide, collecting the teeth.

"Sweet got the Vorpal Blade." It continued like that for another hour, destroying enemies and collecting teeth. However, I was soon getting bored. "Wanna watch some anime?" Jazz nodded. I turned the game off, after saving, and used my XBox to find a show to watch.

"Ao No Exorcist!" Jazz clung to my arm. For a moment, I felt like L during the third live action Death Note movie. I selected the first episode, choosing the original subs, and started playing it. Reaching forward, I grabbed my Monster and started drinking from it. I giggled, seeing Rin beat up the human body possessed by Astaroth, the King of Rot. "Couldn't you have played one of the later episodes?" she whined.

I gave Jazz a dull look, knowing that she only wanted to see Amaimon kick the shit out of Rin. "No. Now shut up and enjoy…" all I got was the bird and pouts, before she shoved Oreos into her mouth. It was just as Rin met the little girl that was being bothered by the goblin, did my XBox start fizzling out. "What the fuck is going on with this damn thing?" I got up, going to the 360 and slapping it. My glasses swung from the thin chain around my neck, slapping against me as I picked the damn thing up. "Stupid piece of junk." It grew hot in my hands, forcing me to drop it. The gaming system landed with a loud thunk. The pale skin of my small palms was an angry pink color from the machine.

Said machine started shaking, spitting out random colored sparks. "Holy shit! Tegan, what the hell is going on?" Jazz shouted.

"How the hell am I supposed to know!" I started walking back, only to trip and fall on my ass. Soon, a giant purple and violet vortex appeared, making my emerald eyes widen as it swallowed my black and white Converse high top clad feet, moving up my loose blue jean covered legs, getting to my hips. I felt something grab me around my waist, my arm shot out and I grabbed Jazzmin around her slender ankle, pulling her down. Soon enough, we were both swallowed by the vortex. "Whoa!" we spun and twisted, our hair and clothes flying in the air as we continued falling, Jazz's screams being the only thing I could hear over the rush of wind.

"This isn't funny, you bitch!" she screamed, holding the green basketball shirt down to prevent her boobs from flashing. Eventually we fell hard against the gray ground, other colors bleeding into our vision. I landed hard on my back; Jazz was on her stomach laying across my huge hips. She bit my thigh.

"Ouch! What was that for, you whore?" I scolded, glaring at her.

"For laughing, dammit! What the fuck did you put in that pizza?"

"I'm not a druggy, if that's what you are hinting at!" she groaned, rolling off me.

"May I help you two with something?" I froze, shakingly grabbing my glasses so I could put them back on my face to see just as to whom was talking. No. The. Fucking. Way.

Crouching down before us was none other than Shiro Fujimoto. Jazz quickly scuttled over behind me, ridding my body of my beloved shirt, so she could cover herself. My glasses fell, mainly when I noticed that the right lens was cracked. "Teg…" she hissed, eyeing the handsome priest/Paladin. "Do you fucking realize who that is?"

"Just because I haven't taken my meds in a year, doesn't mean I'm blind, Jazz." I cleared my throat a bit, feeling my heart slamming against my chest. "We're sorta lost… Sir."

"You look like you've been in a fight, young man…" he looked at me. Jazz snickered behind me, and I smacked her in the boob. She yelped, falling to the side. "Here, let my son patch you up." Offering me his hand, he helped me up, before helping up Jazz. "Yukio, can you come here?" Yukio Okumura walked out of the church, looking curious.

"Yes, father?" ugh, he still reminds me of my second oldest sister.

"We have some guests. Do you think you can patch up this young man?" Father Fujimoto patted me on the head, and I just gave him a dull look.

"I'm a woman, thanks."

He stared at me in shock, "no way! Really?" Yukio did not look very impressed with his adoptive father, as he rubbed the bridge of his nose.

"It's called a sports bra…" I digged around in my pockets, seeing as I still had my wallet, iPod and its charger, and my phone. Attached to it was Soul's soul charm, a tiny Kurikara, and a few string voodoo dolls.

"Here, let me treat those cuts." Yukio grabbed my arm gently, leading me inside. Jazz followed after, along with Father Fujimoto. "May I ask for your name?" we were in a kitchen, where he set me down in an empty chair, placing a first-aid kit down next to him.

"Tegan Foley."

"That's a strange name…"

"And yours isn't?" he smiled weakly at me, using a swab covered in alcohol to clean out a small gash I had on my cheek. "My first name is Celtic. It means 'plaything', while my last is Irish for 'pirate'." I explained, wincing slightly from the sting.

"And the other girl…"

"Jazzmin Calhoun… she's adopted." He nodded, finishing up with my cuts and scrapes. Obviously, it was better than anything I could have done.

"I better leave this out…" he sighed, referring to the kit that had Mephisto's face on it.

"Thanks." I got up, going back to the main part while trying to call my mom's cell. As I thought, it said the number did not exist. Oddly, though, was the fact that my phone worked at all. "Jazz, we're in trouble…" I took out my wallet, counting how much money I had. In my wallet, I had $369 in USD, so doing some quick match, which totaled out to be ¥39,446 in JPY.

"Is there something wrong, girls?" Shiro asked. From the anime alone, I respected this man a lot. In addition, he was just as badass in the manga. Jazz was sitting in one of the pews, looking at me in worry.

"Do you mind if I talk to you in private, Sir?" I asked, rocking on my heels. I can never stay still, no matter how hard I try. If I do, I end up falling asleep. Basically one of the reasons I had problems in school. He nodded, taking me back into the kitchen, which was vacant of Yukio. "I know what I'm about to say sounds crazy, and I wouldn't blame you, either, if you thought you'd need to call the loony bin. But what I'm about to say is completely true."

"How about you first tell me your name."

I sighed, leaning back against the table. "My name is Tegan Foley, and you are Father Shiro Fujimoto, and Exorcist for the True Cross." I spoke lowly, ignoring the crack of my glasses. He eyed me suspiciously, but I raised my hands up in front of me. "But I'm not possessed!" I defended.

"Then explain how you know who I am."

Fidgeting, I looked down at my scuffed up Converses. "We're from two different worlds. Just before you found us outside your church, we were at home watching Ao no Exorcist, which is a great anime. And you happen to be one of the characters." I flushed, looking up at him through my thick lashes. "We were watching the first episode for the twentieth time, when my XBox started acting weird. It was shooting out colorful sparks and burnt my hands," I showed him the palms of said hands to prove my point, "when this purple and violet like vortex opened up; swallowing us both and spitting us out here." Shiro nodded, taking in this information while stroking his goatee.

"I believe you." I felt my shoulders sag, as if a great weight was lifted off them. "I'll allow you and your, sister yes?"

"She's adopted."

Shiro nodded. "I'll allow you both to stay here, but you must promise me that you will let things happen as they should. No changing the story while you are here. And no telling anyone what's going to happen." My eyes widen. Did he honestly expect me to let him die, and for Rin and Yukio to suffer at his death? He grinned at me, looking as if he knew what was going to happen. "Once Rin's home, I'll have him and Yukio take you and your sister out to get a few things, so you can feel more at home here."

"Well, if you still had any of Rin's old clothes, I could wear those. As you can tell, I'm more of a 'comfort over style' type of girl." He nodded.

"We should have a few boxes filled with some old clothes. Things have been a little crazy, so I had not had time to go through them to give away. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have someone to call." I knew he was referring to Mephisto, so I nodded, letting him do what he needed, whilst I went back to Jazz.

Hello, Deadly here, say this is the first chapter of "Of Demons and Dreams". I hope you guys enjoy, and please review :)