(A/N: Alrighty, let's just get to the point of this Author's Note - This story will not be for everyone, even if you have a general like for Original Character Fanfics, my character will seem a little overpowered. In fact, she will become a powerful character {LATE} in the YYH realm, near the end, of course. If that is not your cup of tea then I advice you to read no further, and if you do and complain later, you will be ignored. I have a set plan for this fic and I plan on sticking to it.
In the future you will not read a lot of Author Notes unless someone asks a question in a review that I think everyone should also know the answer to...or if I have something to say that needs to be addressed in the chapter.
Reading over the above A/N I feel like I'm coming off...strong...I'm really nice, I swear! At least...I think I'm nice. ...I haven't been told otherwise...
There will be a future romance and it will be with a canon character. So far I have roughly 3 seasons worth of content I want to write, so if you stick with me I do hope you enjoy!)
This chapter has yet to be proofread. (Usually when I proofread, I add, like, 1000 more words worth of details...I like details…)
When we are young, we look upon this world and only see what is in black and white. The do's and don'ts. Wrongs and rights. We don't understand quite yet that there may be a medium to our decisions; a gray area that resides in our peripheral vision, almost hiding from our direct line of sight. In our younger years, the gray areas are minuscule; hardly seen and easily overlooked if we don't know how to begin to perceive them. But, as we age and grow, so does the gray, and then suddenly, without preamble, they are just there, no longer hiding just within our sights any longer, even if we wish upon a God for them to just...disappear, they almost never do. And they probably never will. At the age of eight, I was able to see these grays, and because I was able to see what most at my age couldn't, it changed everything, showing me all that is possible, and all that shouldn't be possible, despite my better wishes and judgment.
And, of course, the first gray I was forced to bare witness was one of those impossible grays. And when that impossible came to pass, it made me obsessive, compulsive, but it gave me an undeniable goal in life, something that wasn't conventional for an eight-year-old of my time. The generation I grew up in was the ever evolving technological era where technology decided it wanted to take the specialized second industrial revolution by the gonads and twist them into resubmission, forcing it to transition into the third industrial revolution before the world could even seek retribution from its mutilated nether regions. Or, in less vulgar imagery for the sake of my first Sensei's memory, enlightened the second specialized revolution into diverging already made products and building off of them in different arrays of paths and...colorful amusement. And with the ease of living that comes with the technological advances my generation grew up with, we were basically classified as the lazy good-for-nothings: The Lazy Generation, if I wanted to be blunt.
Especially when the internet became widely available and, "God forbid", the Ipod. So when someone who was a techno junky like any other kid my age in elementary school transitionally decided she wanted to learn Japanese and a form of martial arts over a course of one single night, it was indeed a spectacle to witness, and a spectacle that was taken lightly with a simple eye roll and shrug. Thinking back now, I can understand the strange stares and whispers I'd received when I'd begged my school teachers and nannie to find me teachers who had professions on these particular subjects. I can definitely understand now when no one took me seriously the first year of my sudden descent into this obsession, everyone thinking it was a simple phase I was going through, but after a year of begging, getting into loads of trouble, and all of the other unmentionables that stay true to the very definition of being unmentionable (embarrassing) until someone took me seriously, all of my groveling had finally paid off, bringing along a tremendous amount of joy, as well as relief.
It came in the form of my first Master. He noticed me, and he took me in.
Of course, at the time, I'd thought the only reason I was finally noticed by my first Master was because of my undying affection to get my way on matters I was, at the time, underlyingly passionate about, but - that wasn't the case. In fact, it was far from what I'd thought was the truth, actually; no matter what account I anticipated it was when recounting past events. It was so far from the truth that when I'd finally came to the conclusion on the reasoning why my Master chose me to be his disciple-despite our many differences and my way of thinking at the time-from an outside source, I found the truth to be, quite frankly, rather disappointing.
But enough with the foreshadowing mumbo-jumbo that no one cares about, or rather, not understand...
I was eight at the time when I first, accidentally, entered the Makai world along with a friend of mine. I say accidentally because I came across the "portal" and decided to push my friend in as a joke, especially when he said he didn't see anything and proclaimed that I was crazy - but regardless, it was all an accident in the end. Especially since, at the time, I really didn't understand what I was getting myself into.
When I finally came to I found myself in a strange dark room. My head was foggy and I could hear voices around me but I couldn't understand what they were saying. Now that I think about it, considering how calm I was at the time, I must have had been doped up beyond belief if I wasn't freaking out even to the slightest degree. All I knew, however, was that I was lying on a cold, hard surface. After blinking slowly, lethargically, my vision began to clear and the room around me started to form into a solid edged vision as well as the people standing around me.
After my vision cleared, my dark brown eyes first found purchase to the body that was standing directly next to me, garbed in all black and seemingly blended into the dark room that surrounded me. When my eyes slowly moved up, the image of three eyes greeted my vision and all I could do was stare into those three eyes, my mouth slightly gaped in a silent awe. The two eyes, both crimson, glared down at me, the third eye on the sun-kissed forehead (I have no idea, at this descriptive moment, if I'm associating my knowledge of this person to how I know him now considering how I remember this scene with the three eyed monster having tan skin in the dark room - but for whatever reason, when I think of this particular part of my past, I distinctly remember a tan forehead) glowed an eerie purple, looking directly down, opening further in a wide embrace as the two crimson eyes turned into slits of seething daggers - the two contrasting with great efficiency.
A voice echoed on the other side of me, speaking in a language I didn't understand but the three-eyed monster-man nodded, replying back in the same language, deep and inconveniently secretive. My own eyes narrowed in confusion, my mouth opening to speak but only a gurgle came forward, making me blush in embarrassment. That was when I realized, beside the cold steel table I lied on, the rest of my small body was relatively numb; unmoving even though I tried with great effort to move my hand up or my mouth to make coherent speech. All I wanted to do was ask where I was at, why I was there, and who they were, but when I tried, I only gurgled more, embarrassing me further.
Of course, I think this further drives in my point of being drugged…
I wasn't a child that took most things so lightly, especially when presented with an unknown. And this was a big unknown, but, for whatever reason, the only thing I felt, as far as I could remember, was the embarrassment. As stupid as all that sounds. Yep. It had to be drugs. No doubt about it, bro.
When the three-eyed man looked back down at me, he spoke again, but directly to me this time around. I still couldn't understand what he was saying and when I opened my mouth, he shook his head, never breaking eye contact as his bangs swayed slightly from the small head movement.
He spoke one last word:
"Suimin."
And then I was out, succumbing to the darkness that crept into my vision from his one word that I didn't understand in my now befuddled, prepubescent mind.
Oh, the irony!
When I came to I was back in my bedroom, a throbbing headache replacing my senses as I bolted up into a sitting position. A cold sweat framed my forehead as my little brain processed what I could remember, wondering if it was all a dream but subconsciously knowing it wasn't.
But, that wasn't possible. Men with three eyes? Yeah right.
...Right?
I pulled my sheets off my small form and pulled my legs over the bed, allowing my pale sweat clad feet to touch the cool hardwood floor beneath me. It would be refreshing, in most cases, but this time around I didn't pay any heed to the relieving coolness my warm body sought but instead crept across the floor past the many beds the lined the walls until I was out in the hallway, making my way to the side of the building that the boys resided on.
Opening the door and wincing when the door creaked, I made my way into one of the rooms I knew Jaun resided in. Creeping past the beds of the sleeping boys of various ages, I tiptoed to one bed, in particular, that was located on the right side, third from the last.
To my utter relief, Jaun was lying in bed, his head facing the ceiling as he snored lightly, oblivious to the girl that was watching him with relief stricken eyes as he slept. If anyone happened to be looking in at that very second, my act of staring at a peacefully sleeping boy roughly my age with eyes alight with joy, they'd probably think the worst.
We American girls, no matter the age, had no modesty...Please note the sarcasm in that little 'statement'.
Maybe...it was a dream…Jaun looked perpetually undisturbed, even though that didn't say a lot…
I will have to say I miss those naive days of mine. So innocent and unknowing what lied behind those very walls I called home...
The body next to Jaun's bed turned abruptly, startling me and making me jump closer to Jaun's bed. When the boy didn't wake that had startled me, I crept closer until I was standing directly next to Jaun's bed, glaring at the other bed with embarrassed eyes. Moving my attention back to Jaun, I reached my little hands forward and pulled the blanket back just enough for me to easily slide in next to Jaun's slightly bigger frame than mine. Pulling the covers over both our heads, I turned in Jaun's direction, now unable to see anything but could easily hear Jaun's light snoring.
'Jaun…" I whispered softly.
No answer.
"Jaun," I whispered a little louder.
No response.
"Jaun, Jaun, Jaun, Jaunjaunjaunjaunjaun…" I continuously poked him, not daring to raise my voice as my finger plunged into his squishy cheek meat.
He took in a sharp intake of breath, snorted, then finally started to come back into consciousness. I couldn't see but I could easily imagine him slowly blinking his eyes open as recognition finally took hold.
"Dawn...what are you…" his voice started, laced heavy with sleepiness, but before he could say anything more in his loud annoying kid voice, I covered his mouth with my hands, effectively cutting him off from speaking anything more.
"Shhh," I hushed, still covering his mouth but continued on with my little episode of naivety, "It's the middle of the night, you need to keep your voice down, dumbo."
I felt something wet and hot slither up my hand and like a ricochet off an uncomfortable experience, I felt an icy cold hand run up my spine as I quickly pulled my hand away and proceeded to whip the sticky contents of it on his shirt. "That's gross!" I whispered with quiet disdain. A small gust of air caressed my face as he huffed in response.
"What you get for calling me dumbo, moran."
"You didn't have to lick my hand!"
"What, afraid I have koodies or something?"
"Those aren't real!"
"How do you know?"
"'Cause Jody told me and Jody's older than you and knows more than you!"
"Whatever." The boy huffed. "What'ja wake me up for anyway? It better not have been to call me dumbo! Not my fault I have big ears," he mumbled the last part. I heard rustling and felt the blanket lift slightly. I knew that he reached up with his hands to cover his ears, a nervous gesture he usually succumbed to when someone called him by his embarrassing nickname.
"It's not!" I whispered harshly, finding that my nerves were starting to rise with each passing moment. At that instance, I didn't doubt that my face was beginning to turn bright red. "I just wanted to ask what you remember last before going to bed, that's all!"
"What I remember last?" The boy paused, thinking as he lightly hummed. "Eating dinner, watching some TV with everyone and going to bed. Why? And why does it matter? Can I just go back to bed already? I'm tired."
"I-is that all? Nothing else?"
Was it all a dream?
"Um, like what?"
"Anything before that?"
"Hm…" He thought a moment longer, then he continued in a sterner tone," Well, I remember you pushing me into a wall!" I stayed quiet at that accusation. I did push him, but not into a wall. We both fell down some sort of hole and landed in a weird world…
He didn't remember?
"And I remember hitting my head against the brick wall," he continued, not realizing the sudden tension that overwhelmed me. "I think I blacked out, but I came to and we both walked home after that and had dinner with everyone else and then we watched some TV and then we went to bed… Why?"
I didn't remember that.
"I-I…" Pausing, I thought about what happened to me before waking up. It all felt so real, but maybe it was just a dream. "Nothing. Just making sure you're okay. Sorry for pushing you into the wall...and all…"
"Yeah...okay…" There was an awkward pause between the two of us. After a moment I sighed to myself and lifted the blanket from over my head and began to slide off the bed to make my way back to my own.
"Is everything okay, Dawn?" John asked once my now cold feet touched the wood flooring below.
I turned to look at him, the light of the moon illuminating his features giving me a clear view of his concern baby blue eyes and his bedridden shaggy dirty blonde hair. Smiling, I shook my head. "Yeah. Everything's fine, just had a bad dream is all."
He propped his head up on his shoulder as he regarded me with his sharp cool eyes. "Do you want to talk about it some more?"
"Nope." I popped the P and smiled my known toothy grin. "I'll see you tomorrow, Dumbo!"
He groaned at the nickname but didn't push me any further on the details of my dream. Tiptoeing out, I made my way back to my room.
Lying in bed, my eyes scanned the familiar ceiling above me, my eyes tracing the small divots left behind by the painters when they hurriedly painted the ceilings to meet their deadline. I counted them endlessly to get back to sleep in the past, but looking at them now didn't bring me the comfort I desired at the moment. Instead, my mind kept wandering to those eyes. It all felt too real to be a dream but I couldn't explain anything that had happened to me. I didn't remember the things Jaun had told me...wasn't that indication enough that that wasn't a dream?
Maybe I was going crazy?
Tomorrow, I concluded, I would go and see for myself if that was all a dream or not. If the portal thing is still there, then it wasn't a dream. Right?
But if it wasn't there? Should I tell someone about my imagined adventure and tell them that I didn't remember going home yesterday?
I didn't know what I was going to do and keeping that a secret was hard for an eight-year-old like myself. It was practically impossible, completely unheard of.
And to think because of that one moment of being a stupid little child would change my life so drastically. And that exceeding amount of change that instance brought upon my soon to be life would drastically alter the course of all three worlds, bringing about a change that the ruler of spirit world was unable to see before it all was too late to fix, bestowing an era of total and utter darkness.
(Next time on Daemon Index: you'll see me, Dawn, trying to uncover clues on to what actually happened to me and Juan, and what I find will change everything I ever thought was possible, setting a series of events to happen that are totally out of my control! How will I react when I find out the truth, and what will I do when I have a run in with a group of people clearly not from the human world!? Find out next time in Daemon Index Chapter 2!)