Memoirs of an Anime Otaku

AKA: Animayhem

By: D-ko

Disclaimers and stuff: I own no anime/show/etc and the characters from said media that show up in these stories. Anything else is probably mine so don't use without at least crediting me. Otherwise I dun care what you do. : )

This series will eventually have cross overs into many different anime as well as Romance, Dragon Ballish styled fights among other ideas I put forth. This is a Otakus memories of the life he has had to live when he is suddenly taken out of his normal life and put into and actual anime. Realizing as he went that while it is a dream come true, its not just fun and games. A serious take on what might happen to any of us anime fans but still having some fun with the anime.

Also I'm a new writer, so give me any constructive criticisms and help me become better at this. :)

Chapter 1:

Note – many reading this might wonder why I never put any dates down recounting my tale. Well if you don't ill explain anyway. Time is relative. Some of the places I've been it's the year 2009 right now. In others its only 1709, some 2209 and beyond, others who knows? So dates are kind of pointless.

What can I say? I'm living the Otaku's dream… Sorta.

The dream of anyone who almost obsessively watches Anime. (Japanese Animation for the uninformed) But it turned out to be much more than that. At times it was fun and exciting like one would imagine. But the other times… it wasn't. You eventually miss the things you leave behind and especially that which you lost…

The name my mother gave me is Max Blane Flannigan, I now go by D-ko. Though I have heard the tale, which she at the time wanted to call me Maximus Bogus Flannigan. But this was sidestepped by my grandmother. You're always there for me Grandma.

My mother is a left over from the 60's and her mind even to me works in mysterious ways and that's part of the reason we don't get along as well as we could. Now shes just a lonely writer who hates men. I guess because of her failed marriages, my father being one, and something her father did to her, that I won't recount since that was her own to deal with.

Well I guess I should start talking about what I mean," I lived the dream" now that you know my name? More about my dysfunctional family later.

As all things it has a beginning. With me still just a college student, in my third year, at the local community college. Didn't get the greatest grades the first two years so I was busting my ass trying to make up for that, so the four years would even care to see my applications. I was failing.

That day, I was writing some code for a simple JAVA algorithm that was assigned to me, listening to music off my laptop. The professor wanted us to compress a text document containing the DNA sequence for some fish or something. Honestly I don't remember.

My head began to ache though from thinking too much. I knew that the carrier for me was programming, games to be exact. Since it mixed my creativity and abstract thinking, ooh love the big words those head shrink people used when I was a kid, and with my love of computers. Hell if I could mix in what martial arts I knew in there I would have the perfect job. But I couldn't go forever staring at that screen and writing text that even to me became incomprehensible at times.

I was a mixed martial artist in both Taekwondo and Tiger/crane Kung fu by the way. No I wasn't a black belt in either nor particularly good. Blue for the first and self taught for the most part on the second. I just enjoyed them because I grew up with shows like Dragon Ball Z and had friends interested in the sport. But before that day I never had a real reason to use them except to spar.

Leaning my head back to rub my temple, I had closed my eyes, but when I opened them again I could see the setting of the sun in the distance, barely visible by the trees , that bordered the creek, sitting behind my dorms. A path winding from the back door up to a bridge reaching over the gap the creek made that made its way up to the campus itself about half a mile away. A really pleasant yet somber scene.

All seamed peaceful as it should be, with the other dorm dwellers moving to and fro on the path. But that quickly changed as, something I first took to be a large vehicle rumbling down the road at the front of the dorms, shook the building.

It was light and barely noticeable.

The people down bellow didn't.

Another longer, more pronounced rumble hit the dorms. Making me fall back out of my chair and smashing my bald head on the ground. Causing me to swear out loud while holding it.

I shaved it regularly, since even though I was only 25, my dad's genes apparently were giving me Male pattern baldness. Thanks dad…

After I got up and exclaimed to the world "What the fuck is going on?!" I got up and again looked out the window.

The people had noticed…

A few where on their hunches, backs, whatever direction people go after a small earth quake. Most looked confused, and I adjusted my glasses to get a better look. Still obviously irritated by the sudden sharp pain in my head. Back then I had to also deal with near sightedness.

Where I was in Eastern New York, state not city, earth quakes are not normal and this was no exception. Something was not right here. So I ran into the living area, my other roommates where in class so I had free reign of the place, and clicked on the news. Something I don't really care for.

All I found was another presidential scandal and how our world was going to hell by own hand still. You would think an earth quake would be on the news though? They eat that shit up.

But as I was pondering this, the third and final quake, that I knew of hit. This one was hard, anything not nailed down in the room shook quickly off where it lay. Some of it with audible crashing sounds that in another circumstance would make me grumble, knowing I would have to clean it up.

That's when another noise overtook the crashing and the screaming of the frightened people that where outside. It came to me like the sound of crackling lightning and "Verip" sound effect of sci-fi lasers mixed and warped together. A bit weird on the old ears.

It happened as I was taking a step forward to steady myself. At the time I was glad I hadn't finished it, because the origin of the sound, well one of them, appeared in front of me.

A sphere grew from a point in an instant, taking anything in its radius into it. A swirl of dark colors mostly blues and purples. Then left a split second later, so all that was left in front of me was a circular hole in the floor, where I could see some frightened, and one to my pleasure nude, female students huddling in the corner looking where the hole was. Did I mention I'm a bit of a perv?

But they didn't stay long, another one of those spheres made its appearance in there room from what I could tell as the girls got up and booked. The one grabbing a sheet to cover herself after I think she realized I gawked a bit.

Even though I had enjoyed the view, my mental process was more of "get the hell out of here", just like they did and I ran out thru the front door of my flat. I encountered many more people clamoring out, looking for safety.

It was a mess, we had drills for fire. But what do you do when your dorm is being ripped apart by balls of nothingness?

I couldn't even shove my way out and then that's when I saw a sphere appear right on top of some people crowded in the hall. I gawked again, mouth open, eyes wide, again but this time in utter fear. Because like my floor, when the sphere disappeared they did too.

My panic mode was now on full swing, I had to do something to get out of the situation. So I ran back to my room. By now the entire flat was more like Swiss cheese. More must have appeared when I had my back to it. I didn't even see the TV any more.

The window seemed like the best bet. I was only on the second floor and I figured using a bit of martial artist inspired tuck and roll would help me get out with little injury and I quickly opened it.

Seeing outside again I realized it wasn't much different out there. Except there was more room for people to run, yet many still managed to fall into the randomly appearing balls. Some even appeared high in the air. It was unreal as many would say.

This was the last memory of my world for a long time. I had felt the quake calming and my mind was hoping that this weird event was on its climax. My leg having been swung just out the window. I shivered, hated heights. Then I saw the bluish, purple I had come to fear right in my face and then I was gone with a piece of my window…