A/N: -coughs not so discreetly- This is a gift fic for some friends, who aren't acquainted with anime and wanted me to write them in my favourite anime as a dare since they know how I don't write OC stories. At all.

Of course, I'm seen as an asexual creature by all my friends since I don't openly drool over anyone... (I only do it in secret, okay?) so one of these two idiots added on a condition about me having a character paired with a canon one as well.

Little do they know, they've opened the flood gates -insert evil laughter-

Anyway, as I said, I don't usually do OC stories, so the chapters will be shorter than my usual. If you think I'm making someone a Mary Sue, tell me! Please do. Its not intentional, and I would like to actaully make my characters intersting. Which is also why they haven't been given fixed bios and developed personalities yet. I'd like to do that as I go on.

Alright, here you go, much love to Sydney and Sherry ( their nicknames. Sydney chose her nickname herself, so don't tell me if its stupid... because I feel it is. Sounds like kidney and has nothing to do with her real name, unlike Sherry.)

If you're wondering who the hell Cecelie is, its me. And Candy is my nickname by Sherry. WHich is why only Sherry calls Cecelie Candy, and Sydney calls her Cece.

This is a 2yl!Universe. Everyone is 17, except for Hibari, who is 18 (I think he was a year older than the others...?) and Lambo, who is 8. And Ryohei, who I don't know is how old. I think also 18. So everything takes place in High School, not middle school.

Information about the OCs :

1st OC:

Name: Sydney Winchester

Age: 17

Brief Bio: ...what is this, a roleplay? It'll be revealed as the plot (what plot?) progresses. For now, just know that she lives with Candy and Sherry in the Stone Manor ( so creative with names, I am.)

Appearance: Eyes: Sky Blue, slightly slanting.

Hair: Chestnut, waist-length.

Height: 5'6"

Build: Athletic, a little heavy-built, but appealing.

Others: Keeps her hair in a high horse tail, with a fringe covering her forehead. Only ever wears black, red or purple.

Ethnicity: American

Personality: Introverted, passionate and hostile to strangers.

2nd OC:

Name: Sherry Sakurai

Age: 17

Appearance: Eyes: Emerald green, doe-eyed.

Hair: Platinum blonde, straight chest-length hair.

Height: 5'4"

Build: Slim but full.

Others: Keeps her hair in two loose plaits.

Ethnicity: Half-German, half-Japanese.

Personality: Out-going and miscible. Helpful.

3rd OC:

Name: Cecilie 'Candy' Aizawa

Age: 17

Appearance: Eyes: Dark reddish brown, wide eyes.

Hair: Raven, shoulder-length hair.

Height: 5'2"

Build: Slim, petite.

Others: Always wears an eye-patch on her left eye, and the left eye is pretty much covered under her bangs. Her hair is kept in a low ponytail, thrown over her right shoulder, with loose bangs on the left side covering her left eye.

Ethnicity: Unknown

Personality: Kind but aloof, cheerful when around friends, shy around most strangers.

Summary: They had no idea why they were in this strange world that seemed so different from what they were used to. But then, how can one be sure when all they have in place of memories is a huge gaping void?

Prologue: As If in A Forgotten Dream

'Shaking in this red world, scrambling to the edge of a dream.'

I feel numb, was her first thought on waking up.

She felt as if a huge load had been lifted off her shoulders, but at the same time her heart seemed to ache.

What a load of nonsense. I don't have any heart disease. Why would my heart ache?

Shaking the numb feeling off, she lifted herself off the bed. Silk sheets, she noted.

She hated silk.

Especially silk sheets.

But she couldn't remember why she had still opted for those.

Come to think of it, had she even opted for those?

I feel like I'm missing something here.

A crash from downstairs interrupted her. As she moved quickly towards the source of the sound, she couldn't shake off the nagging feeling that this house seemed too unfamiliar to her for her to be navigating the winding corridors and staircases with this much ease.

After all, that was stupid, right? How could she have managed to get past the labyrinthine corridors if she hadn't known them already? It was just her ebing ridiculous again, that was all.

As she finally reached the clattering, crashing noises - it was a chestnut-haired girl breaking vases and china.

Her eyes widened.

Why break everything?

"Sydney!"

Surprisingly, the girl stopped and snapped her head back to look at her, before they widened.

"C-cece? Cecelie? " she uttered, sounding unsure of herself.

I've never seen her before.

And yet, she was moving with a familiarity that belied her confused thoughts.

"Please don't break things. That's not any help now. Sherry? Sher?"

A second girl appeared from behind the curtains.

Why was she hiding?

Oh, that's right. Sherry gets scared easily, especially when Sydney is throwing another one of her tantrums.

Why did I know that? Or, rathe, how did I know that?

I don't know these people! Why are they all wearing kimonos?

Looking down, she realised she was wearing a kimono too.

I have never worn a kimono before.

She could swear it upon her life, and yet, her graceful movements proved that to be false, even though she knew it to be true.

As she moved to hug the now-crying Sydney, she smiled at Sherry. "Why don't you two go to your rooms? I'll be there as soon as I clean this up."

It all seemed to come naturally to her, though she couldn't for the life of her figure out why, because it was also all very strange and unfamiliar.

As if enacting a scene from a long forgotten dream ...