Hibari and His Little Sadistic Psychopath

AHAHAHAHA! A new story from ze all-mighty PEPPERMINT TWERTLE!

You'd better enjoy it, 'cause I'm not gonna write without reviews, PMs, or any sort of communication from readers!

Edit: I don't like this story. And Emily scored 35 on the Mary-Sue test. But that makes no sense, because people in my life are lucky idiots and actually can afford to act like this….

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Emily closed her eyes. Daily reflection time. These people in out world were selfish idiots. Problems, problems, and problems. Then add some complaints, and what do you get? A thing called democracy! She sighed.

A normal girl on the outside, a little sadistic psychopath on the inside.

With a dash of pervertedness.

This was the recipe to me Emily Bianchi, number one loser at school.

Here in this world, she still hoped for an unordinary life, one full of adventure, excitement, and blood.

Blood.

Here in this world, she had restrictions. Her record, her name, her stats, her reputation, everything. She wished she could start over, infiltrate into the anime and manga she loved so much, enjoy the killing intent she had.

Live a new life. Free of normal problems.

Suddenly, a giant, huge, penguin-shaped thing landed on her, sucking her into it.

As Emily was pulled into the tunnel, she was calm. Even relaxed.

Why am I not scared? I really am the strange one.

As the tunnel sucked her in, the calm, multicolored atmosphere made her yawn.

Sleep claimed Emily's senses, and she drifted into a deep, soothing nap.

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Emily's eyes flickered open.

Where am I? Why am I so warm- WHAT?

She looked down at her body.

Emily was in a beautiful, old-fashioned Japanese bed. The sheets and covers were made of authentic silk, and were dyed a pearly shade of lavender, gray, and blue.

She looked around the room. The walls were painted a soothing sky blue.

Over on her right, there was a tidy white desk, covered with neat stacks of paper.

The window was streaming light, clear and pure white.

Something's not right.

What is this? Wait, what's with the angles and details a normal place should have? Why is the window WHITE? Why is the world so… so flat? … Gasp! Did it come true? That I'm in the anime/manga world-

A movement from the left side of the bed startled Emily. As she turned her head to the left (she was still lying down on the bed) a sleeping, incredibly handsome, 15 year teenager's face was inches from her.

Instead of being alarmed (she was calm even after waking up in a strange place, no surprise there,) Emily studied his face. Short black hair, glossy as a raven's back, lined his angelic Japanese features.

A metallic gray eye flew open.

The next thing she knew, Emily was slumped against a wall, looking up at the kid… Who had a weird, collapsible metal thingy in his hands?

"How. Did. You. Get. Here." The boy hissed, eyes burning with malice.

"WELL EXCUSE ME BUT I JUST WOKE UP AND REALIZED I WAS HERE INSTEAD OF AT MY HOUSE AND HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THE HELL I AM DOING HERE!" Emily snapped. "HELLO? DO YOU THINK I'M SOME SORT OF LAME STALKER?"

His eyes narrowed. "Hn."

Emily sighed again. "Well, we started out on the wrong foot, right? So, even though this is extremely awkward and I have no idea what in the world I am doing, my name's Emily Bianchi, I'm part Italian and part Japanese, and I have no idea where in the world I am or doing. And your name?" Emily smiled brightly, completely engulfed in an evil black aura.

"Hibari Kyoya." He tersely said, emotionless. "Your aura is clashing into mine. Go away or I'll bite you to death."

"Eh? 'Bite you to death'? Are you a vampire? 'Cause Hibari sounds like a vampire name, you have pale skin, and you kinda are glowing in the sunlight now."

"Death to herbivores."

"Ahahahaha! That is so lame! Who says that? Oh my gosh, a living person who uses the word herbivores daily! Hahahahaha!" Emily was pretty much rolling on the floor with laughter.

Hibari lifted his tonfas, ready to smash them down on Emily's head… "Pathetic herbivore."

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Nya~

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Edit: Hurp. This is like a sugar high story,