Okay! Here's chapter one of Tsubasa, Wait, What?- Revamped and funnier! Note, it's full of crack and OOC(Out of Character)-ness for some. Syaoran has a hero-"I'm the main character!" complex, Sakura...*shrug* I don't know... all you Sakura fans may find something, but~ eh! Fai's half normal, sometimes a perv. And Kurogane is even angrier! oh, Mokona stays Mokona. Anything else? Oh yeah..
THE DISCLAIMER: Do I look like I own Tsubasa? No, I don't own Clamp. I don't own the characters. I don't own the plot. "And I don't own Tsubasa's story line," said the author, who didn't own the Tsubasa's story line with Sakura getting a feather, they go on an epic adventure with matrix and stuff. Yeah. Don't own that. And because the author is stupid, she has to say she doesn't own the matrix, which will only be mentioned once. And it already was.. Meh, before you leave because you've probably died from reading my rant, read the chapter? And afterwards review? I'll thank you!
Chapter 1: You know its a bad day when:
It was late at night, in the middle of the summer, when a girl about fourteen was sitting on her bed, watching TV. Her dark brown hair touched her shoulders, and her deep brown eyes were full of a dull unenthusiastic look. She had nothing to do, and she was alone. She stared blankly at the TV; whilst trying to keep her mind occupied.
Her eyelids becoming heavy, she crashed onto her bed and fell asleep, only to wake up mere hours later, she peered through her lashes at the clock. It read 2:26 am. She blinked, miserable. She couldn't call her friends. She sighed.
Suddenly, she heard the front door open quietly, too quietly. Timidly, grabbed the nearest thing to protect her, which so happened to be a stuffed toy, she began walking down the stairs to the kitchen, where she then turned on a light. As her eyes dilated to the sudden change in brightness, she saw a woman sitting on the dining table. Frightened, she jumped back, dropping the Scooby-Doo toy.
"Rooby-ruu! Rooby-snack! Ruff, ruff!" it yelled quietly in respond, causing her to flinch.
/Alice's POV\
"Hello?" I asked only to be greeted by an eerie silence, besides the toy. The woman smiled at me.
"Ah, Alice, I was told that you were here." She said in a bored tone. How did she know my name?
My brown bangs covering the right side of my face, "Who are you and what do you want?" My voice quivered with fear, the woman sitting at the kitchen table stared at me casually.
"You don't need to be afraid of me," she said softy, her eyes looking into mine while she was playing with her long black hair. Her black dress was draped across the floor, covering most of the ground around her. The beads in her headdress clinked and her hair flowed gracefully out of its bun. She looked almost inhuman; her crimson-red eyes emphasized the statement.
Gathering up some courage, I managed to muster out, "You still haven't told me who you are and what you want!"
The slender woman gracefully stood up from the kitchen chair and stood to her full height. She was quite tall for a woman but looked scarier than ever. "I am Yuuko, the witch of dimensions. I am here to tell you, Alice, where you are needed more."
"I don't understand what you mean," I retorted, "I'm a just barely moving into high school. Where can I possibly be 'needed more', I can barely manage my own problems!"
She silently walked towards me, I started stepping back, but she stopped me and tilted my chin up so that I could look into her frightening but stunning face. "Alice," she said softly, "I am not here to hurt you, I only came here to tell you the truth, the truth that has been hidden from you for a long time," she said as she let go of me and walked back a few steps. She held up both of her arms, the sleeves of her robe dangling off her wrist.
She continued on, "You are the chosen one; they who claimed to be your parents were not. The ones you called your friends: mere allusions, they are real and waiting for you somewhere else." She said. I stepped back once more, glaring at her in frustration and fear.
She smiled thoughtfully, more to herself, and continued. "Your first mission will start right now," she said in a grand voice that rang in my ears, making my mind spin. Everything was spinning around me and I found myself in an abyss of never-ending darkness.
I screamed out in shock, finding no response to my plea. I strained to see anything in the shadows. There were luminescent enormous floating rings around me, as if I was in a big tunnel.
Am I going to die like this? Floating? Alone? I thought of my friends. What did that lady mean? I don't even know her! I yelled in agony, longing for socialization.
Unexpectedly, I found myself in a dim room, just enough light to see my surroundings.
There was a door, a bed and a small bathroom enclosed by its own room. I tried opening the other door. It didn't budge. At least the bed is comfy…I whimpered. "Hello?" I called into the darkness; the walls where stone, and I was cold. There was a small window letting in the light, but it was just out of my reach, and was way too small.
There was no response but the eerie wind that occasionally blew through. It made me shiver.
At the moment, I would rather be floating through blackness… I think. It depends. If I live, then I guess this is better. But at the moment, it sucks.My face hid in my hands as I sobbed, lying in a fetal position on the bed.
When I awoke, I felt somewhat irked. Checking my pockets, I realized that my phone was at home on my desk. Great…I got up and tried to open the door again; because, maybe, just maybe, someone unlocked it. Yeah. That is so what happened. But again, it refused to unlock. Just to smite me.
Although, there was one key component to the room... Eh, no there wasn't.. it was just a small ass room in the middle(can I even say middle?) of who-the-fuck-knows-where! Bah.
I glared at the door again. Of course it refused to open! Everything refuses to open! Look at that door... it's mocking me. It is! The way the oak wood bent, just so it seemed to be glaring at me.
Well, mister Door. TWO can play this game! I thought, thrusting my leg at the door. "AAAAAAAAAAOW! Damn door! I smite thee! Banish thee to burn in hell! Don't give me that look! Stop laughing! Stop it I say!" I glared menacingly at the door, who stayed quite contained. With a huff, I growled, "Screw you..." The door had won this round..