Made of Fail
Prologue
Every moment that passes, choices are made.
A pathway sprawls in a long, winding chain, branching off in to trillions of tiny little paths – each leading to a different future.
No one, from the highest kami to the lowest human, consciously makes every little decision – shall I suddenly jump up and punch the wall, or continue sitting and reading? Each moment new paths become evident, new doors open, while others are lost forever. Nothing can ever truly break these limitations on the consciousness – one cannot choose to suddenly stab a knife through his own chest while doing something completely different and not thinking of it a second before.
Huge choices, however, are made consciously, with our being aware of everything happening as it happens.
About two hundred years before the start of our story, a single woman made a serious decision, one having more far-reaching consequences than one could ever imagine.
The woman sobbed quietly as she held the two infants. One was sleeping soundly, the other wide awake and watching everything with those innocent brown eyes that the woman could swear understood everything she was doing. A tall, slim figure standing next to her laid a hand on her shoulder.
"It is time," it said somberly. The mysterious woman next to it nodded and straightened up, laying the babes on the floor. She brought both of her hands together as though she were praying or was in the middle of a clap. A blindingly bright flash of yellow light erupted from the woman, and then –
Nothing.
"Taaaaaaaaaaaallaaaaant!" a short brunette called out, waving her hands wildly in the air. "Saaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrraaaaaa!" The two aforementioned girls laughed at their energetic friend – well, the feminine one giggled, while the other, a curvy and slightly pudgy girl, cackled. "My lesbian!" she called out, throwing her arms wide to envelop the brunette in a hug. They kissed on the cheek before the brunette turned to her other, feminine friend to do the same.
"How've you been, Romi?" the second girl said, her soft brown eyes dancing in amusement. The tiny brunette, Romi, grinned. "Well," she replied. "My daddy's gonna make us waffles in the morning." Romi was a tiny girl, much slimmer and less…curvaceous than her two companions. She was really quite pretty, but never flaunted what she had. Her long brown hair reached mid-back, and she kept it in a low ponytail at the base of her neck while she wore 80's-style glasses that took up much of her face and distracted from her hazel-blue eyes. She wore boys' clothes on top of that.
Quite honestly, it made her look average. But she did that on purpose – she was quite a private person in reality, and hated it when people stared.
The one who'd called Romi 'her lesbian' clapped her hands. "Yush! I love your daddy's waffles! They make my tummy go 'bbmphllffff' with joy!" Her name was Sara, and she often spoke in a gravelly, deep voice that Romi called her 'troll voice'. She was a centimeter or so shorter than Romi, with short, curly hair that exploded from her head in corkscrews. She had small, brown eyes with glasses that magnified them slightly, thick lips, and acne that popped up all over her cheeks and chin, but didn't seem to annoy her. Sara wore loose black leggings that reached the ground, a loose shirt, and a baggy, but thin Ed Hardy sweater – her signature look.
The last one was Tallant, and she was the only feminine one out of the three. Not only was she pretty, with olive skin and soft, shoulder-length brown hair, but she flaunted what she had. With a few centimeters of height on Romi, she was the tallest of them all, with highly noticeable curves and a little bit of plumpness all around, giving her a soft, angelic look.
As for why the three were getting together…well, they were having a sleepover!
Tallant and Sara plopped their bags on the floor in Romi's basement, where they were sleeping. "I call floor!" Romi said cheerfully, already in her pajamas despite the fact that it was only three o'clock in the afternoon. Tallant giggled, while Sara shook her head and sighed. "Yeah, okay, Ro," she said, rolling her eyes as Romi was already across the room, taking her bunny out of his cage to let him run around – next to him sat an empty cage. Her guinea pig had died not too long ago, and they'd buried her in the backyard.
The day passed quickly, and Romi went to sleep first as she was the one who needed the most sleep. Sara and Tallant amused themselves by putting her unconscious body in different poses as she slept like a rock. Soon, however, Tallant too hit the sack.
Sara, however, stayed awake and silently waited until the two were in a deep sleep before she ruffled through her bag and pulled out something that had a cylindrical shape. Uncharacteristically quiet, she began to peel off the outside of the cylinder, rolling it out like a roll of toilet paper. She cut her thumb, let a drop fall on both girls' slumbering heads, and then put her hand on the scroll. And blindingly bright flash of yellow light erupted from her, and then –
Nothing.
A/N: Yeah, yeah, I know, short chapter, and yeah, yeah, I know, I'm rewriting it again, but honestly, the plot bunny is evolving like a fucking Pikachu. That's it for the prologue, and hopefully Plot Bunny will stop at three evolutions, since it's already at level, like, fifty.
