YEAH! -man! I love this series, it equals pure awesome! However, I do not own it, this fanfiction is purely for my own entertainment and I gain no profit whatsoever. I do own Emilie though. Shut up, she's French, but her first name is German. I know. Don't bug me. Oh, if you have very strong beliefs in God and Jesus Christ, I suggest that you don't read this, And if you insist on reading anyway, please, please, please, keep your religious opinions to yourself. My character's beliefs are different from my own.
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It was the 350th time, Emilie D'Arc had sighed. Watching the scenery pass by can only be entertaining for so long. "Mom! Dad! Are we there yet?" True, Emilie was too old for silly and annoying questions like that, but when you have been driving for the past eight hours, one begins to wonder.
Her parents, who were sitting in the front seats, sighed. "Relax, Emilie. We have maybe another hour or so. Are you excited about getting to our new house?" Her mother smiled, turning around in her seat, to face Emilie.
Emilie rolled her eyes. "We've been driving for the past eight hours, why couldn't we have flown?" she said stretching her arms, then, placing her hands behind her head. "You know we don't have that kind of money." Her father answered. "Apparently we have enough to spend on gas," She mumbled.
Emilie was beginning to get extremely pissed off. It wasn't the fact that she was moving. That part she didn't mind at all, it was sitting still for so long. She crossed her arms, laid her head back, and closed her eyes, trying to relax. And failing. Relaxing is something that did not come naturally to Emilie. She'd much rather be out playing football, or cricket, not sitting in a car, listening to her parents talk.
Forty-five minutes later, Emilie's mother pointed out the window. "Look Emilie, there's your new high school." Emilie looked to where her mother pointed. The building wasn't impressive, just a small square. What was behind it caught Emilie's attention. "Hey, mum, what's that? Behind the school?" she asked. Her mother looked again, at the large building, maybe over 100 stories tall. It was a dark building, and seemed to have an eerie aura around it. "Hmm…I don't know. I'm sure the locals know though, I'm sure we can ask them."
"Interesting piece of architecture." Emilie thought.
The past owner, who happened to be obsessed with the Victorian style, previously furnished the house they had bought. This is excessively creepy. I feel like I'm going to be murdered… Emilie thought as she walked into what would be her bedroom, which looked like something straight out of a horror film. She sighed once more, and set down her box of belongings and began to unpack. When she finished, she collapsed on the bed, and closed her eyes, falling asleep quickly soon after.
Emilie was running. From what, she wasn't sure, all she knew was that she had to get away from it. She could hardly breathe, and what she did breathe in, didn't feel like air. It felt like terror, and death. The foul scent and taste made Emilie want to gag, but she kept running, in hopes of escape. What was she so afraid of? Why was she trying to escape, and from what? She turned around to look, and saw a man, surrounded by flurries of what looked like butterflies. "You can't run away anymore Emilie. It's time for you to face your destiny." He said, running toward Emilie, his hand extended, aiming for Emilie's heart. "NOOOO!" a cry escaped her throat.
"NOOOO!" Emilie cried, as she jolted up, from underneath her blanket. Breathing heavily she wiped the sweat from her face. "That dream again…," she whispered.
There was a knock at her door, making her jump. "Emilie? Are you okay? I heard you scream." Called the voice of her mother. Emilie swallowed audibly. "Y-yeah, I'm okay…" not sure on how convincing she sounded. "Well, Breakfast is in ten minutes, then we have to get you off to school." Her mother said. "Kay!" Emilie called back.
She walked into the bathroom, where she had set up her toiletries, and showered, washing her long black hair. Great, a new school, this is supposed to be exciting right. Why do I feel like I might vomit? She wondered feeling the warm water fall on her skin. She turned off the water, dried off, and got dressed. Emilie didn't bother with her looks to much. After getting a few bad haircuts, which resulted growing out into a rat's tail, she learned not to be to self-conscious about her looks. Make up, and designer clothes had no value to her, they were only a waste of space in a bathroom, or closet.
She walked downstairs, and into the kitchen, attempting to pull on her maroon converse, as she did so, (A.N. Sooo, anyone knows whose shoes those are? Sure, they belong to Emilie, but, she bought those shoes for a reason? For those who know their British T.V. series will know 'Who' I'm talking about. *Wink* *Wink*)
which resulted in her falling, and landing in a pile at the bottom of the stairs. "Ow…" she made out weakly, before pushing herself up. "I'm okay!"
"That's good," her mother smiled, "Now come in the kitchen and eat breakfast." Emilie walked into the kitchen. "Did you have that dream again?" her mother asked worriedly. Should I lie? No, better not. Emilie paused. "…yeah…" she sighed. "Hmm…I thought that when we leaved France, the dream would stop…" Her mother said quietly, working on what was cooking on the stove. Emilie picked up an apple and bit into it. "Well, the dreams have been getting more vivid, ever since we left France."
"Well, no matter, I'm sure it's all fine. Here." Emilie's mother scraped eggs and bacon onto Emilie's plate. "Cliché much?"
"You don't like it, don't eat it."
"No, no it's perfect. Thanks mum." Emilie smiled before digging into her food. She finished in seconds flat, washed her plate off, ran out the door, and climbed on her bike before pedaling away.
I wonder what the schools gonna be like? I hope there are some nice people .She reached the school faster than she thought she would, considering she had no idea where she was going. She parked her bike in the bike-rack and entered the building, gladly blending in with the mass sea of students.
Well, gladly until she happened to bump into someone, the force knocking both of them to the ground. "Oh, god, I'm so sorry!" Emilie got up, flustered, and embarrassed. Shit, way to go Emilie, making your first impression as a klutz! I'm never gonna live this down am I?"
"Watch where you're going, you idiot." Responded a masculine voice. He had already stood up, and was brushing the dust off his clothes. Emilie stood up. She was about to glare at him, but when she realized how much taller he was than her, she decided not to. (Hmm…wonder who that person could possibly resemble?) "Uh, okay. I'm sorry," Emilie repeated. Rather be polite, and ignored, than impolite and beaten up. The tall boy glared at Emilie, sending shivers down her spine. His cold, dark eyes focused on her stormy grey. "Hmph, just stay out of my way, vermin." He said darkly before walking down the hall. What a jerk!
"Congrats. You just met Yuuto Kato. Or as what he insists on people calling him, Kato." Emilie turned around to see who had just spoken to her. It was a girl with dark mid-length hair pulled back into two low ponytails. She smiled at Emilie. "Hi, I'm Lan Liu." She extended her hand. Emilie shook it. "Emilie D'Arc." She said. Lan's eyes widened. "You must be the new student. C'mon! Let's get you to the main office." She grabbed Emilie's wrist and dragged her with her.
They made it across the entire school in just under a minute. True the school was small, but considering the overpopulation of students, Lan was really fast. "Well, here we are!" she smiled, throwing open the door. The office was extremely small. Two desks, about five chairs, and a small table were crammed into a room. Sitting behind the desks were two secretaries who looked like they'd rather jump into a shark-infested pool, and sitting in one of the chairs was a redheaded boy. (Hmm…is anyone else noticing a pattern here?)
"Hey! Lan! You come to bail me out of detention again?" He asked with a goofy grin on his face. Lan scoffed. "In your dreams Liron." He pouted, but Lan gave him a small wink, and mouthed the words 'five minutes'. She then turned to one of the secretaries. "Excuse me, the new student is here. You should have her on file, Emilie D'Arc?"
The secretary looked up tiredly at Emilie through half-moon glasses, and sighed. She opened a drawer from the file cabinet, and pulled out a file. She handed it to Emilie. "Your schedule is in there, along with anything else you may need."
Emilie took out the schedule, and Lan read it behind her shoulder. "Hey, cool! Looks like we have all our classes together!" Emilie smiled at her.
They began walking out of the room, when Lan suddenly collapsed to the ground, and started screaming. "NAAAAH! GET THE HELL OUT OF MY HEAD!" She screamed clutching her head, shaking it making her ponytails wave back and forth. Emilie kneeled down next to Lan, and placed her hand on her back. "AUUUGH! SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP!"
The secretaries came running toward her. Lan winked. So she was faking. Emilie smirked, but hid it quickly. Lan was really beefing up the performance. She seemed to force tears out of her eyes more easily than the average person did. "You two!" barked the secretary. "Get to class! It'll be okay Miss Liu, the voices aren't real."
The redheaded boy stood up, attempting to stifle his laughter. Emilie and the boy walked out the door, and he burst out laughing. "Damn, Lan is good. I don't understand why she hasn't joined the drama club yet."
"I take it she's a good actress then?"
The boy looked at me. "Good? Hell no, she's fantastic!" He stopped walking. "You're not from around here are you?" His blue-green eyes staring at Emilie. She shook her head. "No, how could you tell?"
"One, because, Lan took you to the office to get your schedule," Gah! Oh duh! "Two, is because of your accent. You're from France aren't you?"
Emilie nodded. "Oui," she answered. "Sorry, I guess I should formally introduce myself. I'm Liron Blumstein." The redheaded boy said. "I'm Emilie D'Arc."
"Hey! Liron! Emilie! Wait up!" Called Lan. She came running up from behind. "Hey, nice performance back there!" Liron complimented. Lan bowed as she walked. "Thank you very much, but I've had a lot of practice thanks to you, you knucklehead." She and Liron laughed. Emilie smiled. I think I'll fit right in.
Lan and Liron were in Emilie's class, and to her chagrin, so was Kato. She didn't bother him, so he didn't bother her…much. During class, he wouldn't stop glaring at her. Did I do something to tick him off? I mean, other than bumping into him in the halls? She wondered. There was a tap on her shoulder, and Lan passed a note to her. 'Don't worry about Kato. He's like that with everyone. You just happen to be the first one who pissed him off today.' Emilie sighed, scribbled something back, 'That's not exactly very comforting…', and passed the note back to Lan, but not before being intercepted by Liron.
"Mister Smith!" He shouted, waving the piece of paper in the air. "Lan and Emilie were passing notes!" He was clearly amused. The teacher, Mister Smith, turned around to face Liron, Lan, and Emilie. He shot them a bored look, and turned back to the blackboard. Lan was laughing at Liron's failure. Emilie smirked.
The bell rang, and they switched classes. "Hey, Lan? Is Kato in all of our classes?" Emilie asked. "Oh, sorry, I forgot to tell you. Yeah, he is, but don't worry about it." Lan said trying to be comforting.
Lunch came faster than Emilie had expected. She made her way through the lunch line, grabbing whatever didn't look like pig slop, or fried dog crap. She scanned the lunch- room for Lan. She found her sitting at a table in the corner with Liron, and another boy who had white blonde colored hair. (Really, if you haven't figured out the pattern yet, you're really slow)
Emilie walked toward the table in the corner, but she tripped over someone's foot, resulting with her on the floor, with food in her face. "Ugh! What the hell is your problem! First you crash into me, now you trip over my foot, do you have a death wish!" shouted the enraged voice of Kato. Emilie scrambled to get up, but Kato had grabbed the collar of her shirt, and lifted her up to his eye level, her feet barely skimmed the ground. "Well?" Kato growled.
Emilie stared wide eyed at him in fright. She swallowed, and took a deep breath. I am so, going to regret doing this… She tilted her head back, and swung it forward to head-butt Kato. He wasn't expecting that, and he dropped Emilie and clutched his forehead, where Emilie had hit him. Emilie had her palm pressed against her forehead too, but she scurried away from Kato, and to where her friends sat.
Lan, Liron, and the white haired boy gaped at her. "Either you're fearless, or just plain stupid." The white haired boy said. "You're going to have to be really careful from now on. That stunt right there just made you an enemy of Kato's." Lan said, sounding concerned. Liron was shaking his head, his red locks of hair flopping in his face. "One more provocation and you'll end up sushi. Oh, Emilie, this, right here, is Aaron." Liron said slinging his arm around the white haired boy's neck. "Hi, I'm Emilie."
"So I've heard." Aaron smiled. "Hey, can everyone donate a piece of their lunch for me? Or at least a napkin, so I don't walk into class wearing my lunch. The three teens at the table laughed, and gave Emilie part of their lunch. Liron gave her some pasta, Lan, some rice, and Aaron gave her a few slices of mango. Emilie ate it gratefully. "Thank you guys." The three other teens smiled, and answered her with, "Don't mention it. What're friends for?"
"I'm gonna go clean off my face and clothes." Emilie said standing up. Lan reached into her messenger bag, which she kept with her at all times, and pulled out some napkins. "Here, take these." She handed them to Emilie. Emilie took them, and walked out to the girls bathroom.
Waiting just outside the door was Kato. He grabbed Emilie's arms, and forced her against the wall (No, not like that you perverts!). "Listen I don't know what the bloody hell you think you're doing, but whatever it is, it's pissing me off. Meet me behind the school later tonight. You think you're better than me, well we'll see." He let go of Emilie who was still shocked from him leaning over her. "Don't be late," Kato said walking away. Emilie shivered. His voice was filled with so much hate, it was near loathing. She walked into the bathroom, and cleaned up. The worst of it was getting what she assumed were mashed potatoes out of her light blue shirt. Just as she exited the bathroom, the bell rang, signaling for students to get to class. Emilie sighed and dragged her feet. She really didn't want to meet up with Kato later.
The rest of the day, Emilie only half-paid attention to the lessons. She was to busy fretting over what Kato might have in mind. Oh, god, he'd better not try to rape me…no, he wouldn't try that. Would he? Crap. No, worse case scenario, I end up with a few broken limbs right? Yeah, nothing to worry about… These thoughts repeated through her head countless times before the end of the day. She was obviously bad at lying to herself.
She jumped when she heard the final bell. "Hey, Emilie, are you okay? You've seemed kind of on edge since you left for the restroom at lunch." Lan's voice came from beside her. "Huh? I'm fine, why?"
Liron's arm slung around Emilie's neck. "Because, Emilie, we care about you!" They walked out of the classroom. Lan agreed. "Yeah, you're our friend, well, maybe for him," she pointed her thumb at Liron. "…you're more of a crush." Liron and Emilie blushed, and Liron let go of her. They exited the school, and Emilie grabbed her bike from the bike-rack. "Hey Emilie, wait! Do you want to come over to my house later tonight? Both Liron and Aaron (oops,…I didn't mean to make their names rhyme…)
Are coming." Lan called. "I can't!" Emilie called back. "I'm busy tonight, maybe some other time!"
This wasn't a lie. Even if she didn't have to meet Kato, she would have to help organize the house.
She walked through the front door. "Mum! Dad! I'm home!" She called through the house. She walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge, grabbing the carton of milk, and pouring a glass. Something on the counter caught her eye. It was a note from her parents. "Em, we're going out of town to see an antique dealer to see how much of the junk in this house we can sell off. We're not going to be back until late. Just order pizza or something for dinner. Love ya XOXO"
Well, at least I don't have to make up an excuse for leaving. Hmm…I wonder what time Kato wanted me to meet him. All he said was to meet later tonight. Crap. The only way I won't be 'late' is if I'm there 'early', meaning I'd probably have to leave now. Emilie sighed, and finished drinking her glass of milk before walking out the door, and getting on her bike. She took the more concealed paths to the school so she wouldn't be noticed.
To Emilie's surprise, Kato was already there. She got off her bike and just let it fall to the ground. "Alright. I'm here, what do you want?" she asked, her voice dripping with venom. Kato glared at her. "You see that building right there?" He asked, nodding his head toward the building Emilie had asked about when she first passed the school. It was built on a mountain. It wasn't Mount Fuji or anything, but it was still fairly sizable. "Yeah, what about it?"
Kato threw a flashlight at Emilie. "What's this?" she asked. "What do you think, it's a torch." (For the Americans reading, a flashlight) Emilie rolled her eyes. "I know that, what do you want me to do with it though?"
"Since you seem to think you're better than me, I want you to prove it. If you can climb that mountain, and come back down, I may think you're worth something."
Emilie scoffed. "No. I'm not going to do it." Kato's eyes narrowed. "I'm not giving you a choice vermin." Emilie flinched, and then grabbed the torch. "Fine, I'll go along with your dare, you ass, but you also have to stop calling me vermin."
Kato smirked. "Deal. Now go. When you reach the top, flash the light three times. That way I'll know you've made it. Emilie just glared at him before walking away.
She reached the base of the mountain and immediately regretted agreeing. Crap. There's no way I can climb this in one night! Ugh. Damn him. Gah, no backing out now. Might as well… She grabbed the nearest ledge she could find, and began climbing, holding the torch in her mouth. Hell yeah. I'm gonna do this.
Ugh, I'm almost there! Just…one…more…hup! "YES!" Emilie exclaimed as she pulled herself over the final ledge of the mountain. It only took her five hours to do so. She was breathing heavily, and exhausted, but proud. She dropped the torch from her mouth into her hands. She flashed it three times, and sighed, putting it into her back pocket.
Emilie looked at the building. There was a stone pathway leading to it. Something flashed off to the side. "What the hell?" She went to look. Brushing away a few leaves, and twigs, she unearthed two nine millimeter caliber guns. "Odd. I didn't think that anyone has been up here recently. It certainly doesn't look like it." She picked up the two guns, and a surge of energy flowed through her, as if the guns were merely extensions of her body. Then she dropped them, not sure what to make of what had happened. Holy crap! What the heck was that? She picked them up again, but nothing happened.
Keeping the guns in her hand, she warily walked down the path leading to the large building. About half way down the path, there was a bright flash of light. Emilie disregarded this and kept walking, after all, nothing was different. Or so she thought. At the end of the path there was an arch, with a sign on it.
"The Black Order? That doesn't sound very welcoming. Whatever, it's probably been uninhabited for years. She walked underneath the arch, just to be met by a large wooden door. "Hmm…Well, that sucks. I climb all this way and I can't even look around." She sighed.
"YOU!" boomed a voice, causing Emilie to jump, letting out a small 'eep'. "Wh-who said that?" she asked. "I DID!" the voice boomed again. Emilie looked to the corner of her eye, and saw what had spoken. A giant pole made of wood, with a face. She walked in front of it, looking at it curiously. "What the hell is this?" she asked.
"I AM THE GATEKEEPER!" the wood answered. "COMENCE THE PHYSICAL EXAMINATION!"
What happened next was bazaar on even the most bazaar person's standards. The wood's 'eyes' shot out some sort of red light, which supposedly scanned Emilie. She didn't know what was going on. All she knew is that she was freaking her out. It must've saw something it didn't like, because it started spazzing out, shouted, "FAILURE FALIURE! SHE HAS A PENTACLE ON HER SKIN! SHE'S AN AKUMA, AN AKUMA!"
Emilie glanced at her forearm. When she was younger, she was making star shaped cookies for Christmas, and her little cousin, who was as mischievous as four year old boys come, decided it would be funny if he cut Emilie with the star shaped cookie cutter, leaving a star shaped scar on her arm. "What the hell's going on!" She demanded. The wood ignored her, and continued shouting about Akuma. Whatever Akuma are supposed to be.
"You're either very brave, or very stupid, but by the time I get done with you, you're going to be very dead." Came a low, cold voice from above. Emilie looked up, to see a dark shadow dropping towards her, and held above his head, she could see a sword, glimmering in the moonlight.
Shit! I prove myself (against my will, but anyway) and now I'm going to die because of it! She grabbed the guns, hoping they were still loaded, and fired.
Whoooow….seven pages…that's a lot… I really apologize for any mary-sueness…I'm trying hard to not write any of those, but I think it's turning out a bit….AUGH CRAP…aw well, I'm sorry, those who are following the death note story, I've got writers block with that. I'll get back to it when I have an idea. Kay?
