When Worlds Collide
Chapter
One, The Wish
Fortune cookie say: 'Sitting
towards the east may bring you good fortune!'
((10:31
p.m.,Dusty's room August
31st))Summery: Dusty and Dion make a
wish and are transported into the FuruBa world. Dusty has yet to
discover a terrifying secret that she might not be able to cope with
on her own. Meanwhile, Dion is having difficulty with her own
anger-triggered transformations…
Disclaimer: I own only Dion, Dusty, Bobo and other characters that have nothing to do with FuruBa.
A/N: Salutations to my readers! This is my first FuruBa fan fiction so be nice to me! I'll say just a few things before I begin: yes, the two main characters Dusty and Dion are based on myself and my best friend Jaime (TreCoolIsMyBitch); the first two chapters of ALL my stories (except sequels) always suck so bear with me on this one, it is mostly informational and it would be a lot longer if I didn't have the character profile overviews! Also, please don't flame me! I find it extremely immature and the only thing it accomplishes is making me, and my fans, upset. Unless you have some suggestions to make the part that you don't like better, stick to kind and constructive criticism.
"This is a normal conversation."
"This is a mumble, whisper or mutter."
'This is a telepathic conversation.'
This is a character's personal thoughts.
This is a character arguing with themselves.
This is a flashback or vision.
On with the chapter!
Dusty sighed, leaning back against the headboard of her wooden bed, smiling contently at Dion.
"Can you believe I unpacked the last box?"
"Can you believe summer's actually over?" Dion rolled her eyes.
"Yeah, school starts tomorrow…" Dusty replied, returning to reading the first volume of Fruits Basket for the millionth time. Dion did likewise, picking up her own well read copy.
Dusty's hysterical laughter cut through the silent air, the voice of her mother across the hall said to be quiet.
"I swear to god, Dusty! How many flipping times are you going to read that same part and laugh—every time?" Dion asked her in a hushed tone.
Dusty's eyes glinted with suppressed amusement.
"Oh come on, Dion. You know me!"
"Sometimes I wish I didn't!"
"What was that?" Dusty looked up from the graphic novel, smiling like a crazed idiot.
"I said I still can't believe you got me obsessed with this stuff…" she shook her head in disbelief and continued to read.
"What's your favorite part, anyway? Mine is when—"
"Kyou crashes through the roof right in front of Tohru and then after everyone transforms, the mailman comes in and she screams 'They're all animals! (Heavy animals at that!' and the mailman says 'Why yes, they are (smart animals at that!)' when Shigure hands him his wallet. Yeah, I know."
Dusty played a look of false surprise.
"Whoa! You must be psychic or something!"
"No," Dion calmly replied, "You just tell me over and over! God, Dusty! You're worse than I am sometimes!"
Dusty scowled.
"I was only joking! Besides, at least I remember if I told someone the same thing for the fifth time!"
"Sure," Dion sarcastically remarked.
The two sat in silence for a moment, simply relishing the stillness of the night, full moon shining through the window. They seemed connected in mind and spirit, sharing the same emotions that best friends experience.
"I wish we were in Fruits Basket..." The two said, at the exact same moment.
Dion laughed.
"Remember that time?"
"Yeah," Dusty nodded, the only one who could possibly have known what she meant.
"We both have glasses!" They both burst into hysterical giggles, reliving the past as they always had. Dusty's mom shushed them from down the hall again.
They had eventually quieted down when a shuffling noise sounded from the corner of her room. The two friends peered curiously around their books, searching for the source of the sudden commotion.
"There's something in my bag…" Dusty frowned and walked over to it. The bump inside the black canvas messenger bag covered in miscellaneous iron-on patches moved again.
"Be careful, it could be a monster!" Dion joked.
Dusty slowly lifted the flap a half an inch, only to be scratched by a frenzy of little claws. She sharply recoiled.
"Midnight!" Dusty scolded.
Dion chuckled.
"A monster alright! A little black one!"
"Shut up!" Dusty frowned. Midnight peeked his head out just enough to expose his studded collar. He mewed, yellow eyes wide with crazed energy.
"Do you want to come out?" Dusty asked him, cooing as if she was speaking to a child. She reached again only to be met with the same frenzy of crimson lines on her hand. The kitten ducked back into the bag again, Dusty stuck her tongue out at him.
"Fine, be that way!" Dusty shrugged and flopped back onto her bed. The old box spring sagged and creaked under the sudden weight increase. She reached for her book and began to read again.
Time slowly passed on and they finally managed to finish the manga. Dusty sighed contently.
"Want to go and make Ramen noodles and mashed taters?" Dion asked mischievously
"What's taters precious?" Dusty imitated Gollum from The Lord of the Rings.
"Poe-Ta-Toes! Boil 'em, mash 'em, stick 'em in a stew!" Dion replied
"Boil 'em mash 'em stick 'em in a stew. Boil 'em, mash 'em, stick 'em in a stew!" They sung just a little too loud. Dusty's mom shushed them again and Dusty screamed into the pillow, muting the sound. They almost choked on their laughter.
A jingling bell echoed at the end of the hallway, causing them to be silent for a moment.
"What…the hell is that?" Dion wrinkled her brow.
"Santa!" Dusty shouted, harshly being told to shut up by her mom. Dion rolled her eyes.
"Seriously though, what is it?" The jingling stopped at her bedroom door.
"Ok, now I'm a little freaked out. Either Santa's really drunk or someone's dog is in here…" Dusty whispered inching closer to Dion. The door slowly creaked open, causing the two to tense up with fright.
Much to their surprise, a sheep dog padded in, heavily panting.
"Hey, you're not Santa!" Dusty exclaimed. The dog stared at the two, gulping at the air as if every precious breath were his last. To much of their shock, he began to speak.
"I'm…sorry…I'm…late!" he said between pants, Irish accent only adding to the girls' utter confusion.
Dion peered suspiciously around.
"Hello out there? Are we being Punked?"
"Maybe we're on Candid Camera?" Dusty whispered, leaning over to her friend.
"Honestly, why do people always think that?" the dog muttered under his, now slowed, breath. He cleared his throat and padded closer to them.
"My name is Bobo, the wish granter."
Dusty burst out in laughter, in spite of the awkward situation.
"Bobo?" The dog and Dion rolled their eyes at the ridiculous reaction Dusty was having.
Bobo sighed.
"You two made a wish, right?"
Dusty could not stop laughing, Dion shoved her.
"Yesh…" Dusty said; the strain of withholding her outburst clearly written on her face.
Ok then," Bobo nodded in Dusty's direction, "You'll be replacing Kagura Sohma…" He looked then to Dion, "And you'll replace Tohru Honda."
Dusty ceased her laughter for a moment and looked at the dog suspiciously.
"So… We're really going?"
"Yeah, are we?" Dion echoed
Bobo shook his head impatiently and sighed out of frustration.
"Why else would I be here? Look, do you want to go? If not, you're really wasting my time."
"Wait, don't go! Can I bring anything?" Dusty's voice raised excitedly as she stood, verbalizing Dion's feelings. Bobo nodded and the girl's eyes widened and an ecstatic grin grew on their faces. They slipped on their converses and Dusty began to put things in her bag as hastily as she could. And when they were ready, Bobo stepped next to them.
"Alright then, let's join hands.' The two giggled like infatuated twelve year olds as Bobo held out his paws. As they clasped hands, their vision swam as the surrounding bedroom spun as if the three were on a run away merry-go-round. Dion and Dusty closed their eyes to prevent themselves from becoming sick. The very ground beneath their feet vanished giving way to a black abyss and the two could remember no more.
The woods, 12:00p.m., September 1st
"WAKE UP!" The two found themselves being shaken awake by a short, cartoon-like Irish man. Dion shot up from the rocky ground and stood.
"Oh my god! It's a flipping' leprechaun!" Dusty stood—still clutching her bag.
"Can we have some gold?"
The leprechaun sweat dropped.
"It's me, Bobo." It was then the girls realized just how much their appearance had changed. Dusty looked at Dion. She had a lip ring and a few tattoos.
"Hey," Dusty said excitedly "Look at you!"
"Look at me? Look at you!" Dion smiled as Dusty looked down at herself.
I'm still wearing the same cloths… She fingered the rip of her black, paint stained jeans; smiling when her eyes fell on the words 'Psychiatric Ward' in white letters on her black shirt. Something was different though… The letters weren't in English.
"But… I can't read Japanese!" Dusty exclaimed.
Bobo sweat dropped.
"Well, you sure speak it well!"
Dusty looked down at her cartoon-like hands. Her nails were sharpened, almost as if…
There're claws? As soon as she thought claws, the length of her black painted nails shot forward three extra inches.
Dion gasped as she touched her lip.
"I have a lip ring!"
Bobo grew impatient and pushed them to a river, shining in the moonlight.
"Here, hen you're done looking at yourselves, let me know!"
The two gazed at their new identities in the reflection of the river. Dion's hair was jet black, streaked in a fiery red. Dusty's hair was streaked with green and she noticed her forked tongue as she flickered it through her sharpened fangs. Her eyes glowed blue with delight but shifted to purple when she realized the strange color changes. Both of them could see far better that any human so their glasses were unneeded.
The two turned to face Bobo.
"Alright you two, there are some things you need to know before I turn you loose." He narrowed his eyes. "Dion, try not to get angry, if you do, hide immediately and don't et anyone see you."
She rolled her eyes.
"Why—?"
"Dusty," Bobo interrupted, "Your eyes change color depending on your emotions—just in case you're curious. Your mother was a wolf demon and your father was a Chinese dragon. As you know, every half demon has their weakness so on the new moon, don't let anyone see you…" Bobo turned to Dion. "You're a tiger griffin."
"Sweet."
Bobo waved.
"Well, if you ever want to come back," He began to fade, "Just wish!"
Dion and Dusty looked at each other when he had vanished. They were ready to wreak absolute havoc on the Fruits Basket story line.
A/N: I'm kind of getting lazy and I have writers block, that's why it sucked towards the end… Sorry, it will get better though, I just wanted to get this first chapter up to create this story, the plot is in my head but not on the paper—err—computer yet so please bear with me! I'm doing two stories at once so it might take me awhile but don't give up! PLEASE REVIEW!
