Naturally, I don't own Queen's Blade or any of the stories, series or characters involved...
I am joking... I am joking... I own my characters, but not the other ones...
A further warning: This might be the first Queen's Blade fanfic that, sans the harem antics and sexual content, will try to take itself seriously as it evolves into a massive crossover. Beyond that, it's also the first one that will see a bishounen OC main character and the first one where the male protagonist will use as little clothing as the girls... clothing that is rather impractical as well, hence why he'll also become the first male "beautiful fighter" so to speak...
So, let's start. I also recommend reading at 1/3 for more comfort.
I didn't freak out. For some reason, the idea of falling through a hole in the floor didn't scare me. Perhaps it was for the very same reason I hadn't died yet. The hole led to nowhere.
Or so I thought. It felt more like the hole lead to a wormhole, which is just a bigger hole. Impressive as it might have sounded, I didn't scream or yell. I simply felt the power of the wormhole drag around my body as I travelled through an ocean colored hallway and finally fell out of the sky.
Before I fell straight on the ground I also had a glimpse of something odd in the distance. A forest perhaps?
My new day in this world started wonderfully. I wasn't being sarcastic… no, really.
Well, that was fast. Well, it felt fast.
Odd as it might have been, I found that thanks to a miracle in an unlikely situation, I had survived a fall from the clouds after having travelled through a wormhole, but that wasn't the strangest part. The strangest part was waking up in what looked like a huge barnhouse with very racy armor and a huge mace hanging from the bed's upper right post. Since there were other beds with posts posing as third rate weapon holsters, I thought I might not be alone.
I decided to start by looking at myself. I was dressed in something that can only be described as "created purely for the sake of fanservice'. I wore an orange top that had no sleeves or even neck. It was clear in the front as well, with red threads joining the left and right halves of the top and an strap tying it to my back. My legs had black, thigh high stockings that wrapper tightly around them and somehow vanished into very tall, high heeled black platform shoes, with both together resembling boots. I wore a black thong with black straps to the sides and an small orange loincloth like tail. Black arm length pieces of fabric also hugged my arms up until halfway through them, baring my shoulders, and black fingerless gloves covered my hands. There were also two golden rings on my fingers, probably from a bridal gauntlet worn underneath the gloves. My long hair was also tied into a high ponytail. The top naturally left my midriff and neck bare save for a black pendant that hung from my neck and clipped itself into the threads of my top.
In a few minutes, I decided that it was a nice outfit, but that wasn't the problem. I was in an strange room with a couple of other people I didn't know. I had to find out what was happening and where I was as well.
The first thing I noticed when I walked around the small room deciding to take a look was that there was only one window. It was closed. It was raining outside. I heard the rumbling of thunder as I walked through the wooden floor towards one of the beds. One of the lamps in the room was on and illuminated it a bit. I then stopped near the bed that was near.
On it was a very voluptuous woman with cropped blue hair in a rather revealing green dress. She had an eyepatch in one of her eyes for some reason, whereas her arms were also covered in gloves and straps, not that I could talk of course. She, unlike me, slept rather soundly. I decided not to wake her up. I wasn't that kind of person.
After that, I decided to inspect the rest of the beds. There were no signs of any of the people having prepared them, as the bedsheets were brand new and looked as if they had just been made up. There was a blonde woman who, like the blue haired one, was also pretty voluptuous. There was also a dark haired girl sleeping in another one. The way she hugged her pillow made it obvious she was dreaming of something nice. She looked tall, as in, taller than even me.
Shaking my head and realizing that I really wanted to check out the rest of the place, I left through the door at the end of the room. As I had initially suspected, we were in an attic above the house. It seemed like they had purposely turned it into a guest room and left the stairs down, so I was able to just walk down and further down the hallway. Once I was even further below, I saw the kitchen. I realized that I felt rather hungry, but rather than trying to cook myself something, I simply turned around into another hallway. It had 6 doors. There was a golden glow emerging from the bottom most door to the right. It seemed to flicker, like a candle, and I realized it was a forge. The one on the corner had its door closed and I could hear minor breathing… it seemed that someone there was awake. From the sound of it, they were doing something that needed all their attention.
I then looked at the other side. Two locked doors and the nearest one led into a room illuminated only by the outside light, as rain seemed unable to block all of the moonlight. There slept a very tall and very voluptuous woman. She had a purple tanktop that bared her midriff and wore only panties and her black hair was tied in a pink hairband. She slept alone, also hugging her pillow, reminding me of the dark haired girl in the attic. I simply smiled tenderly as I closed the door silently behind her.
It'd also do me some good not to delve too much into them. I didn't want to have a hard time sleeping thanks to my body not letting ME do it.
And hence, when I returned to my room, I turned the lamp off, allowing the room to return to near pitch black darkness before laying on my bed, also hugging my pillow to my side (I slept sideways too! Sue me!) and then drifting into a deep slumber
