Story might contain:
A mary-sue, who isn't intentional
Possible character Ocness (I didn't mean that if there is)
Swearing (ok scratched the might on this one, it has swearing in it)
Grammar mistakes or spelling mistakes (I went through it but I think I'm a little blind when it comes to these things)
Generally Crapiness (ah hello neurotic statement xD)
Songs listened while writing-
Give and Take – Forever the sickest kids
She's a lady- Forever the sickest kids
Breakdown –Forever the sickest kids (again xD )
Do you want to fight me- Venus Hum
Don't know why I added that, just kind of got my inspiration from a mixture of them, especially she's a lady, I think.
Hope you enjoy, it would be nice if you would review, but no pressure.
"I'm not kidding your daughter is still alive, I've seen her!"
"This is very inappropriate Nagi is dead."
"No she's—
The door slammed straight into the face of the short Japanese middle-schooler known as Midori Matsumoto, her face on the outside poker straight but inside she was mentally cursing up to the sky.
"FUCK YOU GUYS! IT'S NOT LIKE YOU CARED ABOUT HER ANYWAYS!" she was almost tempted to scream, but she shrugged it off, her fingers brushing through her short cropped bob. But she stopped thanks to a sharp stabbing pain at the tip of her forefinger, oh thank you apple hairpin, she cursed inside her head noticing the thin cut now appearing on her finger. Just what she needed, a cut that would probably be one of those little bitches that stung like hell even though they look pathetic, just another problem to add onto her current one. Her current one being, the sighting of Nagi, her childhood friend who had apparently died a month ago. Now it dawned on her that she might be crazy, but she had no reason to be delusional. She wasn't one of those who would daydream about tales, and if she was one of them there probably would be a unicorn wearing a pineapple crown, she liked pineapples. And she wasn't one of those who got herself so involved in work that she went crazy like that certain piece of work would emerge from the paper and engulf her. No she wasn't one of those. She was an empty head, to be honest, that makes her sound stupid. And to tell you the truth her best grades weren't of the maximum, the only thing she was good at was being sarcastic. Sarcasm didn't take much thought. She didn't see herself as a delinquent, but thanks to her empty spaced mind mixing in with the sarcasm, oh and the unfortunate narrating enthusiasm event from last year's festival, she was seen as one. To the point where all friends the girl could have diminished. Girls hated her, well that's not true, Nagi didn't hate her.
"And the only female friend you've had is now coming back to haunt you from the grave," she groaned into the air, recalling the past week's horrors.
She had seen Nagi, walking around in a uniform that she had never seen before, supporting a…pineapple hairstyle. Now she remembered the news, even though it was supposed to have been kept in the dark, that Nagi her only female friend in the world had died in a car accident. She had remembered hearing the two gossipy women up the street talking like no tomorrow how that stupid foolish girl had got what she deserved, that a stuck up bitch like her wandering off was just heading for trouble.
They even agreed with the treatment Nagi received from her parents. Midori didn't have any idea what to think about these people, the death hadn't really hit her, she didn't cry, she thought she was supposed but no tears would fall. She didn't know what to think, she lacked emotions. She was an empty cardboard box with a need for something to fill it. But since last week when she was eating her casual chocolate chip muffin whilst sitting on a wall, watching people go by, her eyes trailing over lazily as she thought about nothing more than muffin tastes the same as it always does, she had seen Nagi walking around carrying a shopping bag. It definitely was Nagi, no mistaking it, the muffin that day had literally kissed the floor as it dropped out of her hand, and for the first time in years, the box started fill. Her mouth had opened, and she had stuttered, rubbing her eyes only to see that the girl was still in her sight.
That was Monday, the first time she had seen her, then there was Tuesday where she had seen the girl with two boys, one with a beanie and one with spiky blonde hair. They all stood out like a sore thumb, what with their presences and their sheer attractiveness. Once again the box that needed to be filled was starting to increase in volume. Wednesday she had thought she had lost it, even confiding within her mother who had given her the blankest look ever. This being for many reasons in particular. Her daughter hadn't really shown emotion to her since….ever. The whole 15 years of her daughter's existence, she had believed she had brought into the world an emotionless psychopath like she had heard a man with white hair and glasses describe on television once. So for her daughter to actually look frustrated and concerned with more than surprising, it was like a phenomenon.
Her mother hadn't helped though, in fact, she just made situations worse by dramatically throwing herself on the floor crying out 'why couldn't she have a normal daughter?'.
She hadn't seen her on Thursday, she finally thought maybe the girl was a hallucination but apparently not so when she saw the same pineapple hairstyle and those violet eyes she remembered seeing over the sandbox or the time she had accidently kicked the ball in her face, on Friday.
This time she had tried to call her name, calling names where never a problem, so why now? She had plainly turned into a stone statue. Her mouth moving like a robot, but a broken one because nothing was said.
Now the box had again involuntarily filled up. The box had filled up by a great deal. Yet the box still wasn't complete. However it had made her do something emotionless Midori would never do. And that was confronting her problems. She had intentionally thought Nagi could be still alive but that was all changed and this is why we head back to the beginning. If Nagi was supposedly dead, then who was this girl!
She woke up early next Sunday morning, a dark blue hoody covering her dark haired mop and the apple hairpin. She wore jeans that were majorly too baggy but she didn't care, in fact she didn't care about anything. Ok that was a lie, since the whole Nagi incident she certainly cared about something, and that's when the box was beginning to feel the pressure.
She had headed off to the shop she had seen Nagi walk out more than once, walking in with her hands in pockets, her eyes flicking back and forth in search for the said person.
She would have stayed longer in the shop if the owner hadn't given her a are you a thief look, the hoodie didn't help she guessed, so she bought two small cartons –you know the ones with the straws you had in your lunchbox when you were like 5- of pineapple juice, that and her regular chocolate chip muffin. She decided now she would leave, and hang around the shop; hide in the shadows like some modern day assassin ready to pounce on her unexpected victim, this one being the girl from her childhood. She punched the straw in a little and slurped loudly, her eyes narrowing on the shop's entrance for the girl's appearance.
"Hey Midori-sama," the tiny 6 year old uttered looking over at the 8 year old who was drinking her pineapple juice with that spaced look she was well too accustomed to wearing.
"What is it Nagi-chan?" the 8 year old had replied in a rather apathetical tone but the 6 year old chose to ignore it, her friend was always like this.
"You sure like pineapples don't you?" she replied, her eyes meeting with the dark rimmed grey ones causing her to blush as the other ones stared intensely at her.
"I do Nagi-chan, I do."
"Why is that? Aren't they bitter?" The six year old questioned only to pause when her friend actually showed her emotion for the first time ever; she swore her emotionless friend actually looked rather dumbfounded. The girl moved over, plucking the pineapple juice carton from her lips but then to bite down on it as if to hold it, triggering the smaller girl to silently chuckle. The girl's hand dipped in her bag and she brought out an identical carton.
"I was saving this for myself but here Nagi-chan, you've obviously never tried pineapples before right?" the girl announced, handing the drink to the violet eyed girl, who eyed it like it was an extra-terrestrial before taking a cautious sip. Her lips turned up at the corners as the sugary sweetness hit her taste buds, it was almost acidy but it tasted refreshing and sickly good.
"It's delicious," she squeaked out happily eyeing the older girl cheerfully, a cute smile adorning her features.
"Why of course my Nagi-chan," the girl had answered back, a hand ruffling through the dark long locks that almost seemed to be laced with a purple sheen.
"Hey," the girl leaned down, and grouped a bit of the hair towards the back of the violet eyed girl's head, "Pineapple."
That word left her lips and the violet haired girl gazed bewildered as she once again saw her friend do something so alien, and that was this time…smile.
"Midori-sama!" the cute 8 year old cheeped over towards the dazed 10 year old who was sitting down again drinking her trademark pineapple juice.
"Good afternoon Nagi-chan," she returned, her straw parting with her lips, her hands again travelling into her coat pocket, only to produce more of the familiar pineapple juice.
She took the carton from the girl once it was offered, the straw jabbing at the small piercing hole, a long slurp sounded before her bum met the floor.
"I have something for you today," she declared, her eyes sparkling a little in excitement as her hands scrambled into her pinafore pockets. The girl glanced over lazily taking in sight of the things that resided in her younger friend's hands. This time the straw properly left her mouth, no more slurping, no more glazed over eyes.
"N-Nagi-chan," the younger one noticed the waver in the older girl's voice, those grey eyes looking almost silver as they began to twinkle.
"This one is for you and this one is for me, and when you put it together it makes—
But the girl wasn't given time to finish her sentence as she was brought into a bear hug, causing her to blush a little.
"T-Thank you Nagi-chan!"
Nagi left her little embarrassed trance, her mouth still it its cute little 'o' shape.
"N-No problem Midori-sama," she whispered back, before curling up more into the girl's warm hold.
No progress had been made, and she was staring jaded at the store's front door, a hand lifting up to her lips to yawn loudly. She poked the other pineapple juice cartoon with her straw a little irked.
Just where was she? It kind of pissed her off. And nothing ever bothered her.
Just what was this Nagi delusion doing to her? Maybe it was a doppelganger, Nagi hadn't had that pineapple hairstyle before, however there was no mistaking if that wasn't Nagi she was most definitely Nagi's clone.
Person after person passed, some noticing her, giving her strange looks, which she only stared uncaringly back as she took a ridiculously huge bite out of the muffin she had bought earlier, crumbs covering her face. Some getting into her short bob, some falling down onto her dark blue hoodie, but then again some was a bit of a contradiction. There was definitely more than some on this hoodie of hers. She brushed them off, chewing graphically in attempt to make the huge bite she had taken previously easier to swallow. Once she had finished the previous bite, less than a quarter of her muffin remaining, she flicked off her hood. It was getting to warm for her head, even if she was in the shade. The apple hairpin became clear and once she had finished her muffin her fingers were fiddling with its rounded curves. It was old, but she refused to take it off, it was something she would always wear, even when swimming. Which wasn't the best, but then again she never went swimming often. Once her fingers left the clip, she caught a glimpse of glossy purple sheen, and a flick of a pineapple. Bingo. She watched as the girl moved into the store this causing her to flip her hood back on her head, the apple hairpin now well and truly shadowed. She would have followed her into the store, but she thought it was probably more appropriate to get her somewhere alone. Wow, I'm become a stalker, her conscience told her but it then told her to concentrate as the girl left the store with a paper bag in hand.
The younger girl walked along, turning corner after corner, not even once looking back to notice the girl behind her. Well that's if you could distinguish her being a girl thanks to her lack of chest and baggy clothes.
They came to a large cul-de-sac, and the space was almost too empty and rather too large. Making trying to be sneaky and stealthy hard. She stared wearily at the large gate, wasn't this Kokuyo land? She remembered coming here with Nagi when she was 8, she remembered getting scolded for wandering off without her mother, but she never remembered Nagi getting scolded by her parents.
The gate opened, but before Midori could climb over it, the gate shut almost violently, causing her to nearly topple over from shock.
The girl was getting further away from her, she glanced over at the gate, noticing it wasn't the tallest thing in the world, so could it be….
The box was almost full as she pulled up with her weak arms to climb over the gate, her stomach meeting flatly with the top as she clung on tightly, a bit weary of the fact she would probably end breaking her arms if she fell. She managed –even though it was rather difficult- to swing her legs over so her bum perched on the gate before she jumped off. The girl she had been looking for now had completely disappeared out of sight. Like some form of ghost, this place didn't help. The woods shrouded it; everything was broken up and almost darn right eerie. She paced in the direction she thought the girl had gone first, that being the huge building towards the end. Her eyes trailed over to the giant pothole on the side, but ignoring this she kept walking, the wind wafting her hood, trying to knock it off. Her eyes met the front of the door, but she froze when the wind trailed up her back, like someone was lingering closely behind. She looked over her shoulder; her grey eyes still not displaying emotion. No one was there, good.
The door handle was in her grasp and she opened it, entering into an unlit, dark, wet, area.
"Just perfect, I'm going to get murdered," she commented a loud taking in the perfect horror movie like room. She moved a little forward, applying courage.
"NAGI!" she yelled loudly, her monotone voice echoing off the large room, and the one towards the end. The echo died down and no answer.
"NAGI!" she tried again, a little more effort put in.
"This isn't funny you know," she cried out, her voice monotone voice adapting strangely, "THIS ISN'T FUNNY NAGI-CHAN!"
Silence consumed her ears once again after her second set of shouts died down.
"Who the fuck are you?" she heard a male voice, her body twisting in a flash to see the stranger. Behind her stood two people, not just one, and to be more specific the ones she had seen Nagi with. The blonde was snarling and the other was playing idly with a yo-yo, it flicking back and forth almost menacingly.
Her emotionless mask took place on her face, and she shifted forward, her face still shrouded with the hoody.
"Where is Nagi?" she asked, her voice filled with its monotonous sound, only it sounded like it was cracking.
"Who the fuck is Nagi?" the blonde asked, taking a defiant step towards her; their eyes locked in a heated gaze. He reminded her of an animal in a certain way, a feral animal. The way his tongue wouldn't just stay in his mouth was rather off putting. The other one behind him just looked as spaced as most people say she would. Their eyes sharing the same glazed over glossiness.
"The girl you were with the other day, where is she?" her monotone voice now changing into a low growl.
"Where is Nagi?"
"I have no idea what you're on about, but your trespassing bitch, this is our territory," the blonde signalled to himself and the beanie boy before lifting her up by the scruff of her hoodie.
"You don't scare me," she replied back coldly, their eyes still in contact. The boy snarled in return but she didn't falter.
"If you're going to try and be intimidating put your tongue back in your mouth you racoon," she said her hand scratching at her cheek which then was followed with a long yawn.
It struck when she found herself being thrown across the room that this guy was about to beat the shit out of her.
She grimaced, but the innovation in her voice and face stayed the same. She rolled onto her hands, rubbing her now aching back that had met with the wall. Her hood was well and truly off now, her short black hair was messy, the little apple hairpin also made its appearance.
She rubbed at her dark rimmed grey eyes, wincing as she got back to her feet.
"That was mean," she spoke lacking general care; she stumbled forward, flicking a lock that had fallen forward from her face.
"Now my hoodie is all dusty," she commented, shaking her head in a tired motion, her hands brushing her torso.
"How did you get here?" the yo-yo boy finally spoke, his voice sounding just like hers.
"I climbed over the gate," she answered back, only merely dodging the blonde's punch towards her.
"What the heck!" she let out by accident, the foreign voice leaving her lungs. She was now stunned. What the hell was that? Was that her?
"So you do show emotion, heh, now hurry up and feel my claws," the blonde announced pouncing forward, this time there was nowhere to go. It didn't help that she was still musing over the unknown voice that had left her mouth. She was never one to have thoughts like that; she was never one to raise her voice, her voice never changed. She never changed. Just what was the cause for all these new emotions she was feeling? All these horrible new emotions.
Pain.
Worry.
Confusion.
Frustration.
Anger.
Curiosity.
This was all…
"KEN STOP!" a new voice screamed out but it was all too familiar with the emotionless girl.
The blonde boy halted, and both their eyes snapped over towards the new intruder. A girl stood in the doorway, her midriff a little on show from her small uniform. The dark lavender hair was styled into a pineapple shape towards the back, and she wore an eye patch covering her left eye. But the one on show belonged to only one person Midori knew.
"Nagi-chan?" her voice stammered out, her legs moving unconsciously towards the girl who stumbled back a little at the mess of girl that was heading into her direction. This girl…
The lavender haired girl moved forward, her lips trembling as she felt the girl face her, those eyes she remembered from all those years, that unusual colour, the silver that would only appear when her friend showed her true self.
Midori shifted herself forward, almost tripping over the overwhelming miracle in front of her.
"N-Nagi-chan,"she stuttered unaware that an unknown substance was rolling down her cheeks. The salty liquid dampening her cheeks.
"Oi, stupid girl!" the blonde snapped at the lavender haired one, "Does that belong to you?" His finger pointed sharply at Midori.
The said girl snubbed his question; her eyes still targeted on the girl in front who was slowly making her way over.
"M-M-M-Midori-sama?" she squeaked but covered her mouth up in shock, like she had just done something she shouldn't have.
"Nagi-chan!" Before the eye patch girl could protest she was being hugged, so tightly that she was almost being squeezed to death. The boy's –well more like boy- in the room stared a little astonished as they heard the wails of another.
"Nagi-chan!" Midori's mask was gone; her eyes producing tear after tear, this being the first time she had properly cried. The first time she had shown such emotion. The box was almost full.
"Nagi-chan, everyone said you were dead, but I've seen you, their wrong, their wrong," she stammered, her words infusing with sobs as she buried her head in the crook of the girl's neck and wailed harder.
The girl in question was also crying silently, her only female friend had come to look for her. Someone other than Mukuro actually cared for h—
Midori grew ridged when the figure underneath her seemed to change shape, a more solid shape solidifying in between her arms. She didn't let go however, her tearful expression looking up towards see a chest, a male chest. She gulped loudly, her eyes trailing up more into she saw a well-structured jawline.
"M-MUKURO!" she heard the feral blonde yell behind her and finally her eyes met with the owner of the chest and the jaw.
"Kufufufu, you're the girl that my dear Chrome talks about," the stranger announced, tightening his grip a little around her waist, "Well you've most definitely changed."
What? She pushed him off violently, scurrying back a little, where had Nagi gone?
"Don't tell me my mind just made Nagi-chan up!" she mentally screamed, her eyes now gazing over coldly at the boy in Nagi's place, a teasing smirk gracing his most handsome features, but that wasn't the weirdest thing about him. The weirdest thing was his eyes. Was that a Japanese character in one them? They were also opposites. One was the colour of a vast calm ocean pool, the other one as violent and crimson as the darkest blood.
"Oya oya, reduce the cold stare Miss Scowly, to think that my dear Chrome was friends with someone who reminds me so much of a certain prefect, you both lack emotion" the boy commented, sighing.
"Hey is that a blush on your face, kufufufu, maybe you liked hugging me," the boy went onto say and she stared at him gobsmacked as he continued to laugh strangely.
She clenched up her fists. Her emotionless façade had been finally peeled off. Thrown to the floor. Trampled on. Stamped on. Jumped on. Shot at. Clawed at. Knifed. Burnt into dust. It was gone, her face contorting angrily. Those grey eyes finally taking a hold of their true colour.
"Where…is…" her tone was getting lower and lower, her hair flicking to the side to show her face now smothered with a do not mess with me mien, "Nagi?"
The metaphorical box had officially spilt.
"Kufufufuf, well someone's bipolar aren't they?"
A/N: Urmm, hi, I hope this was ok, this is my second Oc story, I think I prefer this one more. This story is set just before the ring tournament against the Varia, so there will be mentions of that. Also more weird little bits from Nagi's and Midori's childhood, there will probably be a bit about Chrome's parents seeing as they were arseholes. So yer, I would be chuffed if you reviewd and stuff, I like reviews, who doesn't. Well unless their just mean flames, I mean constructive critism is good, but annoynmous ones like 'THIS IS SHIT' or 'fucking Mary-Sues' are not that needed. I've tried to make the character not so Mary-sue, she's not incredibly strong, she won't be going around randomly beating people up without effort. So yer, hope you enjoyed I'll update as soon as possible.