Tsuki; this story is not mine it's for a friend-

Yachiru; ME! X3 now shall we start with chapter one?

I'm not what you'd call normal. My mother is a serial killer and my father was killed... by my mother... when I was four. She killed him because she found out he was cheating on her with a man. That man is now taking care of me.

His name is Selsee. He's not normal either. He was an orphan since he was six. That caused him to go a bit crazy... He still is, but he knows how to let people believe he's sane... in a way. How my father found this man worth having an affair with, I do not know. He's not the BEST looking man. His hair is never combed, but always clean, yet dirty blonde. His pale blue eyes are nearly white and make him look like a possessed hobo. He hardly knows how to dress himself because he thinks underwear goes OVER everything else. And he thinks bras are for men.

Selsee stayed at an insane asylum for ten years. Since my father was already dead and my mother finally got caught after seventy-two murders, I stayed at an orphanage.

Terrible memories. Decrepit little place... Seemed so fragile. It looked as if it would crumble if you even breathed on it... Being four, I had no idea what was going on. I thought my parents were gonna come back and help me, but those dreams were crushed when I turned six some bitch in a suit told me everything. Fucking cunt...

The kids there were brutal. Tossed me around like a fucking rag doll just because I was as light as one. That taught me that fighting is what I really needed to keep myself sane (in a sense). So everyday I'd go outside and beat the fuck out of a tree. Ain't much skill, but it got me strong as hell. Strong enough to punch the fuck outta the brutes (that's what I like to call them) with one damn punch. If you ask me, they fucking deserved it.

Once I got out of the stupid orphanage, Selsee took me into his home. His home is amazing. Two stories, seven rooms, five bathrooms. Paradise in my eyes. He may not be the cleanest, but his house sure as hell is. The money is from my father. I get all his old swords, knives, and bows and arrows. A few guns, not my type.

Since Selsee has seen me fight before, he thought shoving my ass into military school would be fun! IT AIN'T FUN! I got kicked out, thank Life. Colonel McFuck... I mean, McFarg, decided to scream at me because some bitch spit gum onto my shoe. Knocked him out. Walked away. End of military school for Reeca.

Reeca. Being my name. Selsee got me to legally change my name since he hated my original name, that being Erica. His name has no meaning, so he figured mine shouldn't have a meaning either. "Give it your own meaning," he said once. "Let your life be the meaning. That's what I did." He is the reason I love the mentally ill. He is the reason I live.

My past aside, the present is waiting. For THIS present, I was woken up to Selsee tickling me. He knows more than anyone that being tickled is pure torture. Yes, it makes me laugh, but I really want to punch him in the face when he does that. I never do, since he's Selsee. He's sensitive. Not the weakest man in the world, but clearly not the strongest. Plus, it is as if I am his mom... even though I hate children.

I tried my best to fight him off without hurting him. After five minutes of torture, he got bored and sat at the edge of my king-size bed. "Reeca," he sang. "It's time for you to go to school."

I watched him as he kicked his legs and stared into my art-covered wall. He got up and ran his fingers over the outlines of the stitched humanoid creatures with long tongues and chains around their necks. Selsee finds these creatures fascinating, as do I, which is why I keep drawing them and hanging them up on my black walls. The only clear spots in my room are the ceiling and the door. Even the floor has my art sprinkled on it. Along with markers, paints, paint brushes, pencils, pens, blank papers, chalk, coal, and crayons. ...I'm obviously not one to waste my time cleaning...

Selsee turned and looked at me. I was sitting upright then. "Get up," he moaned. "Go to school and tell me stories of what happened!" His voice is full of so much immaturity and masculinity that it's sometimes difficult to tell if he is a child or an adult.

A grin found its way onto my face. "I thought you liked when I stayed home." My words drowning in sarcasm. Selsee loves the stories I tell about the trouble my friends and I get into. His face always brightens up as I tell them. Always makes my day and his.

Selsee pouted. "But I like the stories!" His eyes got glassy and he started to whimper. Yes, he is that sensitive.

I got up and hugged the (very tall) guy. "Fine. I'll go."

He lifted me up and started jumping and yelling, "YAY!" I hate being lifted...

I gently pulled away with a grin on my face. I love Selsee. He's just so... mentally ill.

I walked into the bathroom and took a shower. As I started to shampoo, whispers filled my head, as they usually do at this time of shower. I couldn't understand any of them since they were all talking at once, but it was clear that the voices belonged to people I know. Voices... Maybe I'M mentally ill...

I walked back outside wearing my usual Capri's, T-shirt, and hoodie. Time to go to school...

Yachiru; EVERYONE SHALL LIVE*not others but US* SO WOOT~! CHAPTER 2 WILL INVOLVE SANDORA, NEON HAT AND OTHERS~! 3 3 3 3

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