Today marks the return of me posting stuff that wasn't an rp, and therefor a collab, with another person. It also marks the return of short chapters.
That's just where they want to end. Oh well. *shrug*
This time, the Durarara/Ib crossover is more... Fueled by Ib rather than me literally watching PewDiePie play it and then just changing Ib and Gary and Mary to another character. So, it has elements of Ib, but is different. If that makes sense. Haha. ^^;
Anyway, I hope you enjoy.
Chapter Word Count: 414
"Words." - Talking
-Words- -Thinking
"Unclllllllllllllllle." Akane whined out. "Why do I have to go?" IT was obvious that the ten year old did not want to go wherever it was her uncle was bringing her.
"Because, little miss," the older, redhead began. "You told me you wanted to become an artist. I know it might not hold true anymore, but it could do you some good to see some art."
Akane rolled her eyes and huffed, her arms crossing. "Fine. Who's the artist, anyways?"
Akabayashi chuckled, his shoulders moving up and down to show it was genuine. "Little miss, art galleries show the artwork of many artists. Ah, but I suppose we'll see the gallery of Nakura, to see his art."
Akane nodded. "Alright Uncle. And on your next day off, we can visit another gallery, right?"
"Of course, if that's what you want."
Akane fell silent then, letting her thoughts wander. Certainly, it was nice of Akabayashi to spend time with her on his day off. She had to remember to thank him afterward, even if she didn't think a visit to the art museum was all that interesting.
When they arrived, Akabayashi took her to Nakura's gallery, and handed her a pamphlet.
"If you want, you can wonder around, and look at the pieces at your own pace. Oi-chan will likely take awhile. Just don't leave this gallery, okay, little miss?"
"Yes Uncle. Thank you." Akane flashed the redhead a smile before dashing off.
Certainly, the different works of art were wonderful! There were paintings and sketches and drawings and sculptures. Some were of people or places or things. Looking at some of the art didn't offer her a clue of what it was.
-How can anyone make so many wonderful things in their life?-
Truly, it was simply magical.
Akane turned away from the statue she had just been looking at before freezing.
It was empty.
Akane couldn't fathom how. But glancing around the gallery showed that it was devoid of both life and art.
Empty.
Empty except for her, and the statue she had been watching.
'The Headless Rider'. That was what her pamphlet said the statue was called. It wasn't a name that gave the child much confidence.
Slowly, Akane turned back to face the statue. It was different. The statue now held a pitch black scythe. And it was poised to strike.
Before she could even let loose a scream, it moved, and the sharp blade hit her throat.
Everything went black.
So, I do have the first several chapters done, but I don't actually have the fanfiction written. I'm not sure if I'll be posting every week, like I have been with the rps. But, please do review. It gives me a confidence boost. And the rps haven't been getting many reviews. Most of them have less reviews then the works I take forever in updating. ^^;
I hope you enjoyed the first chapter of 'Rose of Life'. Does that title fit? I hope it fits.
