Author's Note: Hey guys, so as you probably already realized, I have decided to quit my Black Butler fan fiction, mainly cause I felt like it was just a huge mess and the plot wasn't really going to go anywhere after I did Season 2 and some of the characters I used were a little O.O.C, blah, blah blah...But sorry to those who were enjoying it...maybe this one will tickle your fancy as well?...
So, the anime I chose (if you want to call it an anime...) is a bit nerdier than Black Butler, but really, what anime isn't nerdy, I suppose some are just nerdier than others. Yes, if you haven't already read, this fan fiction is based off the Yu-Gi-Oh Fandom, good news though, there are no crossovers and hopefully I got all the characters that aren't mine to be not as O.O.C as some of the ones in my last Fan Fiction...we'll see though...
The O.C I'm using is an O.C I was going to use in the Black Butler one, but since she was in the Season 2 mark, and I never got around to it...well, now she makes her debut, won't tell you her name yet, that's for later!
Anyways, sorry about my ramble. Hope you guys enjoy and I will try to post a chapter every day, maybe every other day, we'll see how life goes.
Until then, have a great evening!
I awoke in a cold sweat, and though my conscious was telling me I was awake, my eyes told me I was still asleep. And so, I kept them closed wanting to keep the dark close for a few more minutes.
I heard the rush of what I assumed to be some form of a storm that was proceeded to rage on around me, its whipping sand-like grains pelting me on my bare skin, and after a while, I began to feel as though my skin was being torn apart by tiny insects.
I decided that then and there would be a good time as any to open my eyes up to the world around me.
It was slow at first, but soon I had them open, only to have to close them again as pelting grains of sand began to attack my eyes like a swarm of angry bees.
I cringed for a couple of minutes, trying to relieve the uncomfortable pain the sand had left my exposed eyeballs feeling, before I decided upon trying to sit up.
I lifted with my legs, trying my hardest to get to at least my butt, but I couldn't even get off my back, as my hair seemed to have a different idea on how things would work out, the sand underneath me seemed to aid in its little prank as it kept sucking my body deeper each time I tried pulling myself to a sitting position.
"What, it's stuck?" I began to ask myself, as I strained my neck trying to see what the problem was. From my limited point of view, I saw that my hair seemed to be stuck to a piece of fallen rubble, but how, I wasn't quite sure for it lie perfectly flat upon the large slab of brick and clay.
"Well, I suppose the only way to solve this, it to just pull it off…" I stopped for a gulp, forcing the fear down my throat and away from my mind as I began my endeavor of escape.
In an instant, it was all done at once.
First, their way a sharp pain within my scalp.
Then came the screaming mixed with a bit of cursing.
Lastly, there was a face plant into the sand below me.
"Fuck this." I told the sand, as if it were my only friend, and based off my surroundings, it really was.
After a moment, I began to take my head up from the sand, realizing a little too late that my hair had already grown back to its, assumed, normal length.
"That's convenient." I told myself, feeling the back of my head, my new locks mimicking the texture like silky spider thread.
I looked behind me at where my old hair was, or where it should have been in this case, for there was nothing left of it, it seemed to have disappeared.
"That's a little unsettling." I told myself with a little laugh, trying to make a joke of the all too unusual situation.
My eyes had been open for a while, and I began to scan the area for any signs of life, and besides the furious movement of tiny sand grains, there was nothing, at least nothing I could see.
"Well, maybe I should go find some friends, or at least someone to hang out with." I told myself, as I began to feel my stomach utter a horrible noise, it's passing leaving an empty feeling within my gut, soon spreading to my throat.
"And now, I'm starving." I said, stating the obvious.
I tried to make my way to my feet, but the angry winds only knocked my back on my bottom.
"So, I'm sleeping here?" I asked the sandstorm, and in reply, it kept on raging, signifying that it must have meant yes.
"But I don't want to sleep here!" I protested as I began, in reluctance, to curl myself into a ball, " I just got up too!"
It took a bit, but I was soon able to fall back asleep.
I hate the desert.
I soon decided as I had woken up for what felt like the fiftieth time in a row, but thankfully for me, it was actually morning and instead of it feeling like the polar ice caps were about to become my neighbors, it felt more like I was a small egg in a large frying pan, sizzling away.
It was in that moment, I realized how pale I really was. I was asleep in the boiling hot dessert for who knows how long, and I was as pale as a ghost.
"Okay, that's a little weird." I said, staring down at my lightly painted skin.
The only good thing about my awakening was the fact that the sand storm seemed to have dissipated over night.
"Alright, now it's time for an adventure!" I declared, feeling quite like someone had lit the coals to my fire, and I was burning hot with confidence.
"Look out world, here I come!"
"Alright, no more adventure for me." I sighed as I had finally made my way to civilization, tired and out of breath.
As I began to scan the crowds, I marveled at how many venders had set up shop, selling mostly an array of herbs and medicine, but some also looked to carry rare little trinkets and the most important item of all, food!
"It feels like I haven't eaten for years!" I moaned to whoever was nearby.
After a few minutes to let my mind adjust to my surroundings, I began to make my way into the crowd, assuming I would do anything but blend in, and I was correct.
As I scurried my way up to a select vendor, I noticed the people's looks, the looks of complete and utter disgust and I began to feel my already depleting energy drop straight to empty.
I had finally made my way to the vendor I was seeking out, the one who seemed to specialize in bread making, and placing my hands upon his rickety old shack of a stand, I asked him politely for one loaf of bread.
He eyed me carefully, as if analyzing me and I did my best to remain calm and keep my smile upon my lips, even if this was getting uncomfortable.
"Have any money?" The man finally asked, his voice hoarse with age.
"Um." I began as I started to search my dress made of rags,
"Oops, I must have left it in my other dress of rags." I replied with a laugh as I looked up to face the man again and his eyes told me he was anything but humored by my joke.
"Have anything to trade then, perhaps?" The man asked again, raising one hairy eyebrow.
"Nope, just my great personality." I said with a shrug, attempting the humor card once more.
"Then get out of my face, demon child!" The man roared and pointed in the direction away from his shop.
"But I'm hungry!" I cried, not quite sure what I was hoping to gain at this point besides a slap in the face.
"I said leave!" The men screamed, causing bystanders to glance in my direction, their stares branding themselves into my back.
"Alright, alright." I agreed, the word 'demon child' jabbing me in the heart, causing my self-confidence to deplete even further.
I wasn't quite sure how long I walked, but it was long enough for my legs to say to me,
"You know, we're done here, take a break kid."
And before I knew it, I was laying face down in the sand, the feeling of the cool wind caressing my back.
"This sucks." I told the sand once more, starting to feel tears make their way into my eyes.
The only thing that had kept me from completely bawling my eyes out was the sound of angry yelling followed by a cry of agony, and at first, I was too lazy to move, my whole body had given up at that point, but a sudden burst of energy caused me to make my way to my feet.
Once I was in standing position, I began to make my way as fast as I could towards the noise. Upon locating the cries of various emotions, I discovered a group of men, all seeming to sport the same uniform decorated in intricate designs. The only things that were not covered by these articles of clothing were most of their legs as well as their chests. They also looked to be holding some form of weapon that they were now using to torture a rather helpless man who knelt on the ground, his hands above his head as he tried in vain to shield himself from their blows.
The first thing I noticed about the man was his dazzling silver hair that seemed to reflect the sunlight.
That was the first thing I noticed, the second thing, and probably most important in my opinion, his body which looked to be built rather well, making mine look like a bunch of sticks piled together to make the form of a human girl. His skin was also quite tan, the color of (2) caramel, and I began to feel my heart pick up its pace.
"This could be fun." I snickered to myself as I began to make my way from my obvious hiding space and out into the open.
"Hey, what do you motherfuckers think you're doing?" I called out to the group of men in expensive clothing as I proceeded to make my way up to them, "Didn't anyone tell you not to damage the merchandise?" I stood in front of who I assumed to be the leader of the group, his furious eyes glaring me down, but I pretended not to be intimidated, personally, I didn't really think it was working.
"You know him, kid?" Asked the guard, not losing his gaze with me as I saw him gesture towards the silver haired man who I could tell was staring at me.
"No, but damn would I like to." I replied with a raise of my brow, my mouth twisting into a smirk as I glanced over at the man, than, with my usual amount of courage, I began to ask,
(1) " How you doin'?"
He gave me a rather confused look, telling me it was time to look back at the guard.
"Listen kid, what do you want, we're kind of busy." He then turned back to the prisoner with a secretive smile I could tell in an instant nothing fun was going to happen if I gave up, especially to the poor man.
"I want you to release this man, and put him in my custody!" I demanded, my glare harsh.
The guard laughed, he laughed so hard I thought tears would start swelling within his tear ducts.
"What's so funny?" I asked, trying to maintain my courageous look.
"Listen kid." He began, " Unless you have an order by the Pharaoh to have this man placed into your custody, then I do not have to give in to your demands."
"First of all, you little piece of shit, if you call me kid one more time, I'll snap your neck!" I said, starting to feel the flames of anger burn within my stomach, I knew I would eventually commit an act of recklessness, but I was ready, "And second, I honestly I don't care what the Pharaoh says, hell, I don't even know this guy, I am taking this man with me and there is absolutely nothing you dick weeds can do to stop me!" I felt my fists clench and my teeth grit as the guard uttered his next words,
"First of all, kid, how dare you disrespect the Pharaoh, I suggest you get up and go before I report you to him, then I'm sure you and him can get acquainted." A malicious smile spread across the guard's lips.
"You know what, I guess you're right." I shrugged, " I suppose you can keep him."
"What, are you serious?" The guard asked, his eyes widening in surprise.
"Yeah, sure, I honestly have no use for him anyways." I said with a click of my tongue, "Well, it's been real you guys, send my regards to the Pharaoh." I then began to walk away, but not before I decided upon giving the guards a little piece of my mind.
I ran screaming up to the one guard who had dared call me kid, though, I suppose it could be true, I have no recollection of my age, or really anything, but this man was not getting away with hurting innocent people. Once I felt I was close enough, I jumped and wrapped my hands around his neck, like two pale pythons, and squeezed tight.
"What…what are you?" The man gasped for air.
"I told you not to call me kid!" I screamed into his ear, "Now release this man or bad things will happen!"
I was too blinded by my anger to realize that one of the guards was sending a spear my way, its blade lucky enough to stab me in the arm, causing a sharp pain followed by streams of blood.
"Shit!" I cried into the man's ear, then, as an act of revenge, I lowered my head and bit the man's shoulder until I had drawn some blood of my own.
"What the hell, you just bit me!" The man screamed.
"Yeah, well one of your men put a spear through my arm, so I think we're even man!" I yelled back at him.
Though I felt powerful enough, the injury in my arm caused me to become weak, and in that moment of weakness, the guard was able to throw me off his shoulders and onto the ground a few feet in front of him and I fell flat on my back.
"You little demon, what's wrong with you?" The guard asked me, his tone disgusted.
I began to make my way to a sitting position, and the only response he got to his question was this,
"Fuck you!"
The guard came running after me, and though I had no defenses, I was somehow still ready to fight as I began to make my way to my feet, the desert winds whispering in my ears.
The guard was about halfway there when he was knocked out cold by the prisoner he had been torturing earlier as the man made his way up to his feet.
"Whoa!" I whispered to myself as I marveled at his toned, but severely injured body.
Another one of the guards came after him, only to be knocked down by a kick in the shin.
I felt like I had been left in a trance, so much so, I hadn't noticed the fact that the prisoner was now calling for me.
"Kid!" He said, snapping me from my own mind and back to the reality of having a ripped open arm.
"Yeah?" I asked, allowing him to call me kid.
"Could you break my chains with that spear over there?" He asked, glancing towards a fallen blade behind me.
"Oh yeah." I said, as I ran over to retrieve the weapon, then bringing it back I began to slice the chain between his cuffs.
"You know." I began, as I had finally freed him, "I accept gratitude in the forms of both hugs and kisses, but for the really grateful, I also accept…" I stopped short as I realized he was outright ignoring me and already on his feet heading for a destination only he seemed to have in mind.
"Hey, where, are you going?" I asked, catching up to him.
"None of your business kid." He replied in a flat tone, turning his bright violet eyes to look at me, and I soon noticed that one of them had been scarred.
"Listen man, I just bit a guy for you!" I said, glaring him down, I had won one fight, I wasn't about to stop, " And let me tell you something, it wasn't a pleasant experience, also, did I mention I have a hole in my arm!"
He only rolled his eyes and proceeded on ahead, causing me to lose my patience.
"I'm coming with you!" I said, stamping my foot to show that I meant what I said.
"Who even are you?" He asked, turning eyes back on me, causing me to revert back to my flirtatious nature,
"Oh me?" I began, " I am just a wandering sales man, and I was just wondering if you would be interested in some of this?" I then began to gesture down my body.
"No." He replied and continued walking.
"Fuck you man, I'm gorgeous as hell!" I yelled back as I continued to pursue him. My tone softened a bit when I remembered he had been injured.
"Hey, did you want me to take a look at those injuries, I mean, I'm no doctor…"
"No." He replied once more as I came to walk beside him.
"Man, is that your word of the day or something?" I asked, raising an irritated brow.
"Listen kid, why don't you just go scurry off somewhere else." He said, dismissing me with his arm, setting me off to blow up,
"Listen, I just saved your life, don't you think I deserve a little thanks?"
"I never asked you to save me." He replied, anger rising in his tone.
"I never asked to be stabbed in the arm, go figure!" I screamed at him, raising both of my arms in the air, "Now, I'm going to be following you, whether you like it or not!" I then began to walk off in a straight direction, soon realizing I had no idea where we were going.
"Where are we going?" I asked, turning my head to look at him.
A sigh escaped his lips before he replied,
"Follow me, kid." And with that, he led the way.
The More you Know:
(1) Some F.R.I.E.N.D.S humor! XD
(2) Don't know if she'd know exactly what caramel was or even looked like...?