Hey yo people out there! This is Craest Spell coming to you LIVE for the first time from SIN CITY! And no not SIM City. If there was a reality I would go to that only exists behind a television screen it would be Fairy Tail. But that's not what we're here to talk about. Here is an original (I hope at least) story from yours truly about two worlds (Or four if we're being technical) colliding where the threat of war causes problems of all kinds that brings two different sets of heroes to come together as each side learn new lessons that had been long forgotten, or never expected to learn at all.
This story also comes with an interesting personal twist: It's an alternate sequel my book which is still as of yet to be completed.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own them in reality, but they are one of the best group of friends I have in this universe.
NOTE: The beginning takes place in America but the school setting is similar to that of Japan's but no windows that view the hallway.
Warning: Rated T mostly for blood, slight swearing, and FRIGGIN AWESOMENESS!.
AND SO WITHOUT FURTHER ADO...LET THE STORY BEGIN!
From one side of our story, in a vast land across the seas begins with our favorite foul-mouthed, demon butt-kicking, delinquent going off with his day just like any other...
"This sucks ass." The (was) ex-Spirit Detective stretched his arms to the sky and cracked a few cricks as he let out a loud yawn, rubbing his saggy brown eyes with the back of his hand. "They should make it illegal to be up this early. Even cats sleep until noon." His head kept bobbing like he was on the verge of passing out on his feet, or at the least sleepwalk.
"Quit your whining Urameshi. A lot of people have to wake up this early to go to their jobs. To make a living means to work, and work means waking up before daybreak." Kuwabara pumps his fist on his chest. "A man has to make sacrifices to take care of his family like my buddy Okubo." he grinned proudly of his hard-working friend.
"Very well put Kuwabara." Kurama compliments the tall boy. A group of teenage girls whispered giggles to each other as they passed and the red head smiled his good mornings in polite passing. They giggled louder and went on their merry way.
Yusuke, irate and grumpy as any non-morning person, rolls his eyes and socks Kuwabara's grinning face. "Keep talking and I'll shave off all your hair and make a pillow out of it."
Kuwabara paled from vomit olive to death blanche and covered his beloved Bad Boy Yakuza pompadour from any razor the green clad delinquent might have on him. "Not my baby!"
He and the rest of the gang (except for a certain fire demon) were well on their way to their new high school.
In America.
That's right. Land of the free and home of the brave. The dominant country of the Western World.
Why the change in location?
Well...
The day in Spirit World started out like any other. Thousands of souls from the Asian countries arriving every hour, each one judged from what kind of life they lived to decide their path to the afterlife, and then fight the eternal battle of official paperwork...and the cycle repeats. Nothing out of the ordinary since the Three Kings Tournament.
Koenma could finally relax now that he didn't have to stress about any poste apocalypses occurring any time soon...or deal with a mouthy delinquent that insults him at every chance he gets. Other than the extra paperwork for the demons traveling via the Demon Tunnel, everything was peaches and cream and the routine wasn't unbearable, so he didn't mind.
That is, until his annoying lapdog of an assistant came rampaging into his office.
"Sir! It's the Head Executive of the Judgment Gate in America!" The blue ogre, nail on chalkboard screech and all, came running in dressed in his usual leopard-print, loin cloth with a receiver at hand. "It sounds urgent."
Upon hearing the news, Koenma immediately put aside his recently completed work and reached for the phone then put it to his ear. "Hello, Prince Koenma speaking."
The man on the phoine was crying frantically over the line but George couldn't heads or tails of what the news was form the muffled garble. Then when he leaned in to hear better, his boss blocked his advance with his itty bitty hand from coming any closer without even looking at his or halting in his comversatoin to scold him.
Koenma listened for a good while, nodding his head from time to time with an 'I see' or 'Yes.' comment here and there like he hadn't stopped his pay-less employee's nosiness form buttig in. His expression grew grave somewhere in between and only got worse as it neared the end. Ha slammed his free hand on the desktop as he stood on his chair.
"You're certain? Surely your men can handle the situation?" the answer he received made him pale drastically, and he replied swiftly. "Very well. I'll send them right away." He groans as he hands it back to the ogre.
"What happened Koenma, sir?"
The deceivingly young prince pinched the skin between his eyes and groaned unpleasantly. "Ogre."
"Yes sir!" He automatically fell into attention with a stiff salute (which he didn't really need to do yet impulses demanded it for some odd reason).
"Round up Botan to call the boys." he ordered him, the rare sight of hard authority in his voice and eyes protraying his actual age and importance of his position. "Tell her they have one more job to do."
And that's how the Spirit Detectives were once again rehired (if not temporarily) to save the Three Worlds from possible chaos and destruction threatening the balance of the universe.
Again.
Half of the team was still coming down from major jet lag after arriving not too many hours ago, so unfortunately, none of the boys got the luxury of a few hours of proper sleep. Not that Hiei needed any, obviously.
"I can't believe I let that toddler talk me into 'volunteering' to go fly to America just because they couldn't snoop out a few scumbag rejects." their leader rants, stifling another yawn. Or at least, that's what Koenma told them anyways. "I swear these lazy politicians are snuffing it up in their swanky offices drowning gin and tonics while we do the heavy lifting because they're too dam fat and retarded to get their hands dirty for once!" he viciously kicks a nearby trashcan and it's content spilled all over the street. "And to top it all off he's forcing us to go to school? What kind of bull crap demands we have to be force to suffer mindless hours of teachers yapping useless crud into our ears when we could be kicking demon ass? It's not like I need geometry to know what a triangle is."
And that wasn't the only reason for his foul attitude. The airport experience itself made fighting Toguro like taking care of a baby lamb.
(A/N *picturing said man in a fluffy lamb costume with shades and a pretty little bow...and baws*
… OH CRAB, MY EYES!)
Let me list some reasons why:
1. Security was annoying as hell.
Yusuke didn't see the point in taking off his shoes and things for those 'peepers' to see—Kurama had to convince the guards not to take the rebellious delinquent into custody for lack of cooperation and for disturbing the peace.
2. The overcrowded halls were suffocating as hell.
Kurama was hounded by girls of every nationality left and right who repeatedly and and incessantly—hardly dettered by their idol's polite refusal as playing hard-to-get—begged for anything and everything personal and private about, his contact info, and...
"I GOT A LOCK OF HIS HAIR!" some random ginger waved her prize above her head along with the pair of scissors she used to collect said prize. The others wasted no time dog piling the over schiever (more like obsessive loon) who went above and beyond to claim such a golden (or scarlet if we're being technical and pretty specific) relic.
Yup...his hair.
Yusuke's hair looked like the wet back side of a hairy, black bear by the time they reached a safe zone away from the endless stampede. And Hiei? He had to be restrained by the neck several times to prevent him from killing someone every time someone accidentally brushed him.
3. Waiting to board was boring as hell.
Kuwabara wouldn't shut up like a girl on her monthly demonic transformation...and we all know how that turns out.
4. The 11 and a half-hour flight was long as hell.
Enough said.
All in all, it was the first 4 Rings of Hell strapped in a neat little basket complete with the card, the champagne, the devils food, the whole shebang.
The second Yusuke had mentioned the word 'flying', his buddy next to him had to cover his mouth to stop from gagging before spluttering his share of complaints.
"You're telling me?" cried Kuwabara, an unnoticeable slight sheet of green coloring his face under the sunlight. "They force us into an early retirement and now they're rehiring us for temp work overseas? Don't they have people like us here to do these missions?"
On the contrary, it's not that he minded really.
Meeting cute, foreign girls.
Cleaning demons off the streets wherever he went like hero he was.
Showing off to said girls with his awesome skills and wicked personality. *cough* yeah right *cough* But he would always put his ever-perfect Yukina above all others—much to Hiei's distaste (and slight approval…very slight).
Why wouldn't he want to be here?
It was how he got to the States that laid the problem.
They got to the airport no problem, beside the aforementioned issues, but when he saw the plane and remembered how high they escalated, something snapped. The effect was instantaneous and he lost all composure—and pride as a man—as he broke down on the spot, screaming in terror…like a sissy.
"I'M NOT GETTING IN DAT THING!" He had screamed, holding onto a nearby pole or dear life when they tried to pry him off so they could board the plane.
And don't get them started on how long it took to get him on the plane itself. Not one member of staff involved in that war was spared with at least three bruises and a nasty shiner that would last a week. In the end, it took careful persuasion from Kurama, a bribery of a shelf full of comic books from Yusuke, and a death threat from Hiei to get him off his shaking derriere.
Of course, upon arrival back to floor zero, Kuwabara had incessantly kissed the ground for over an hour once his feet were back on solid ground back in the terminal, drawing more than a few concerned eyes his way. He certainly didn't give Airport Security a pleasant time there either. All his teammates had to distance themselves from the attention until he picked himself off the ground, leaving his dignity where he stood.
Kurama had deduced it was due to the fight against Rinku and Shishiwakamaru to be the cause of his sudden fear of heights, but the phobia hadn't kicked into the boy's system until the memory clicked at the sight of the plane.
And by having an S-Class demon king-to-be AND A-Rank delinquent for a best friend, Yusuke didn't have the kind decency to spare the poor boy after boarding.
Flashback
Ten minutes of flying through calm clouds did nothing to quell the poor boy's irrational hysteria. He kept muttering (blubbering more like) 'I don't wanna die' repeatedly, eyes glazed in fear as if the mantra would safely get him across this living nightmare. His macho hands dug into the arm rests so hard it dented under the pressure, and his arms were so stiff lock straight, his butt hovered over the seat like he was afraid the cushion would burn him.
Kurama, who was seated beside him, gazed at him with pity. "We need to calm him down."
Subtly, he rummaged a hand through his hair and extracted a small brown seed the size of his fingernail. He peeled the outer skin away, revealing the smooth white underbelly and holds the shavings out in front of Kuwabara. "Here, Kuwabara. If you eat this, it will help you sleep through most of the trip. Eating the seed itself would release the tiny amount of poison it carries and excretes when fully matured, but the skin alone should render you unconscious for several hours."
But despite his valiant effort to present such a golden treasure, Kuwabara had heard none of it for his mind had regressed deep within to escape reality.
Kurama sighed. "So much for assisting him. He's regressed so far into himself to hear his surroundings." He packed the seed and shavings in his pocket—demolishing a wasted demon plant should be done safely and on the ground.
Then he turned to Hiei, who sat behind him. "I know you despise Kuwabara for obvious reasons, but you could end his suffering."
Hiei raised an interested brow. "I can kill him?"
Kurama sweat-dropped. "Uh...no, Hiei. I was suggesting a means to help him sleep."
He scowls at the concept of helping the fool. He was a love-struck buffoon that followed his sister (who still hasn't found out about him) around like a beady-eyed puppy. It was sickening to think about. And Kurama wanted him to help?
At the fox's threatening stare/glare, he sighed. "Fine."
He stood up, looked at the trembling human...then bashed the fool's head with his fist. Hiei hit him hard enough that would easily smash through any normal human skull, but Kuwabara's eyes just swirled and hit his head against the window as he fell unconscious. Yusuke snickered to himself and went back to playing the PSP he had sneaked from said victim earlier on.
Kurama bugged out as he whispered loudly at his abusive friend. "Hiei, I was talking about the Jagan!"
"Hn. The Jagan's too good for him." the fire demon replies, bored. But he wasn't really putting an effort to hide his smirk for causing the fool's pain. "You never specified how I should do it. I did what you asked."
The red-head massaged his aching forehead and shut his eyes (one was twitching rather badly). "Twisting my words to benefit your sadistic pleasure is not what I would call honorable." he ignored his friend's heated glare and looked back to victim. "At least Kuwabara will be able to get through this peacefully now that he is asleep...of sorts." he sighed, then laid back and drifted off to rest.
Little did he know that one particular delinquent was feeling rather naughty at the moment—Hiei did nothing as he figured out his intentions—as he slowly rose up from his seat, leaned over, cupped his hands right against Kuwabara's ear, took a deeeeep breath...and SCREAMED at the top of his lungs:
"THE PLANE'S GOIN' DOOOOOOOOOWN! WE'RE ALL GONNA DIIIIIIIIIIIIIE!"
Kuwabara (and waking Kurama in the process) bolted out of unconsciousness and smashed his head against the roof above him, cracking open the compartment as breathing masks popped out. His eyes swirled in loopy circles and was mumbling about seeing pretty stars with twice the damage to his body and pride. If he wasn't so hard-headed from all his fighting experiences, he'd be in a coma on his way to the nearest hospital—which wouldn't have been for another five hours at least.
Many passengers shot disapproving looks and droopy curses from being awoken abruptly that went by unnoticed by the prankster because he was too busy busting his rear end from laughing so freaking hard.
Kurama was not pleased. But Hiei was happy (for once) to help the poor fool again.
End flashback
"Their fighters must have had a difficult time completing this task if they had to enlist our expertise. There aren't many humans or demons in this world that share our strengths and circumstances." Kurama offers, his emerald sight trailing among the trees. He sensed Hiei was not far off, tailing from a safe distance hidden in the shadows. He knew it was near impossible to convince the short demon to attend knowing the vicinity crowded with his least favorite creatures roaming about...even with the threat of using his deadly plants.
Hiei saw no need to surround himself with 'mindless humans' as he stated but agreed to stay close when needed.
"I wonder if the American girls here are cute?" Kuwabara's comment resulted to a smack upside the head. "Hey!" he cradled his abused skull before shooting a nasty but pitiful glare at his—supposed—best friend. "What'd you do that for Urameshi!"
Yusuke held up his fist. "Because you're an idiot."
"Says who?" His friend growls.
"Says me."
"Shove it! You don't get to call me whateves like you're the boss or something."
"Stupid." Yusuke folds his arms behind his head and thre a cocky smirk his way. "I AM the boss. Of this team for however long we'll be stuck here AND Demon World."
Kuwabara grumped moodily to himself. "Not yet you aren't."
Yuusuke still heard it though. "So what? I'm still king. You'll be lucky if I don't stick you with janitor duty if you ever show up on my turf."
"Why would I want to go some trashy territory thats nothing but sand and rocks anyway!" Kuwabara bites back.
After that the two of them went at it regardless of the scene they were making.
Rambunctious as usual. Kurama stated humorously in his thoughts.
Little did they know this trip wasn't going to be as easy and relaxing as they thought.
Because from the other side of the story was another hero they would soon meet, but no one from earth knew of this one for they were never meant to know.
So...
Before I begin my share of this epic tale, let me tell you a little story that no one has ever heard before. And it starts just like any other...
With a Once upon a time...
Far off in a world parallel to your own, there was a land was once plagued by a man who was once called their own. A land filled with extraordinary life that was once revered as gods...was soon seen as the devil's creation.
The humans were afraid and that drove them to snuff out any traces of it until there was none left. Before that could happen, the strange race left the Living World to find of a place where such prejudice and hate could no longer reach them.
Then, they found it.
An abandoned world ravaged with scars of evil and desolation. With intensive care and nurturing, it became their new home.
Myths and legends were the last remnants of the world's memories of their existence. Though none can confirm, these people were not completely outcasted. Pockets of them still reside among the humans but must remain in secret of who they truly are.
But it didn't end there.
Many times throughout history, the two coexisting worlds have clashed in many events that were not completely brought to light and important details were kept in the dark as protection from detection. Often the people of this unknown land were put in danger of being discovered once more. Afraid that human's fear the that drove them away will attempt to strike them down into extinction once again.
They were cast out because they had power the humans feared, power they craved, power beyond imagining, and power they couldn't understand no matter what basic theories and principles they create over the centuries to scratch the surface of enlightenment. Perhaps it was heaven sent that these strangers were pushed away. The mysterious power they controlled was not allowed to harm humans unless completely necessary under extreme circumstances for the few enabled to enact on the exception. In human hands, the result would no doubt be destructible...and the damage irreversible.
But due to a critical moment in history that almost led to the discovery and slaughter/slavery of the whole race, minds were twisted and reformed to cope with the possibility that could have altered their entire way of life in a blink of an eye.
But there was one brilliant mind who's ideals were push well beyond the breaking point and was no longer recognizable to all who knew him though he carried the same face. He was considered one of the most revered with a patriotic heart but was easily corrupted, blinded by his deforming beliefs even he no longer knew was wrong to justify all the pain he inflicted as a 'necessary sacrifice for the greater good'.
And he was the one who took matters into his own hands in all the wrong ways.
He was capable of so much already but with his deteriorating mental state, he sought to gain more through unspeakable means. He drafted children of all ages to join his cause without giving much choice, easier to manipulate their minds since they are more easily influenced without having to take their souls. There were those who resisted and for that he tortured them beyond repair to become as corrupt and broken as him if not more so. Families and friends turned on each other as everyone was gradually converting to the other side by force and could no longer remember who they were or why there were fighting.
And it wasn't just the citizens.
He had a Special Corps. which consisted of creatures many have never knew the existence of, broken down to domestic war machines to do his bidding without mercy. They've torn through flesh like paper, burned many into mere ashes until those too were to vanish from existence, tortured victims with slow agonizing deaths with natural poisons excreted from their bodies that causes horrendous hallucinations and extreme pain. And that wasn't the half of it.
Slowly, the land was robbed of its happiness and freedom under his tyranny.
But no more. Through much pain and hardship, such tainted justice was conquered by the unlikeliest of sorts. One of the members of 'The Decem', a powerful group of elite skill appointed under Zephyr, the Vigil, was thought to be lost during 'The War'. But legend had foretold the lost soul would return to the world and end their suffering...and one day regain what he had once lost.
When they had nearly given up all hope and were about to accept their insufferable fate...the hero had come.
Through trial and challenge, the journey spanned far and wide, across oceans, open plains, glacier countries, and even underground at the heart of the earth. Each destination tested the chosen one's strength of courage, dexterity, constitution, and cleverness. Such qualities come and go for the young deliverer, yet luck always seemed to fall in the hero's favor. But there was some qualities that shined through every time without fail. Strength of will, determination, loyalty, and pure of heart.
In the end, the people's prayers were answered, and the light of freedom shined down upon them once more.
No more fear, no more mistrust,, no more pain, and no more lies.
For two years, people could walk out their homes without worry and live out their days with bliss and thankfulness. Everything was as it should be. Peace reigned over the lands with no ominous threat to break that relief as I lay asleep, anxiety and excitement bubbling in my chest as I though of the prospect of returning home. It has been too long since I've seen my family, and now, the journey has come to an end and as sad as it was, I kinda missed normalcy.
But it seemed fate had decided it was time to begin the next chapter of this epic tale...and normality would have no choice but to wait.
And on the very first page...there was a voice.
'This was not the end...Only the beginning'
The dark presence invaded the safe haven of my mind with no care to my privacy. But privacy was the least of my problems when that voice seeped into every crevice of dreaming thoughts like a miasma poisoning everything that made me sane. A deep blackness curling back into existence that had long been banished into the endless void. An ominous threat the worlds had no chance at fighting against. I knew it had to be impossible, but...
"Midnight! We've got trouble!"
I bolt up in alarm from my dream and gave all my attention to the huffing informer. The poor boy was practically dry heaving a lung on his hands and knees. I've haven't seen someone this frightened for a long time since-
"What is it?" I ask calmly, but inside I was anxious like a frightened rabbit about to get the chop ever since I heard that ominous voice. It just couldn't be...
"It's...about...him." I didn't need to ask who he was referring to and slowly stood to face him, fists clenched shakily by my sides. He was now rambling after he caught he caught his breath, but I couldn't understand him. "I don't know how it happened! Everything was normal as usual! Somehow the impossible became possible! Oh Midnight! What should we do?! WHAT ARE GOING TO DO?!"
I was this close to grabbing him by the shoulders to shake back some sanity into him but stopped myself. He was jittery enough without me injuring him. "Calm down. What are you talking about? What happened?" I forced my voice steady, nerves static alight and growing with compressed fear relentlessly rising.
The poor boy gulped like he was swallowing a hefty pill and sputtered out, "...He's...escaped." he trembled at his words as he held himself from the nonexistent cold.
For a universal second I froze, unable to comprehend the news until it finally sunk in completely. I close my eyes and sighed shakily. "Take me to the headmaster."
The page bowed in understanding and quickly led me to the headmaster's quarters without wasting another second. When we arrived at the wide, mahogany, double doors, he stepped back, excusing himself and ran off to finish informing the others of this fateful event. I didn't bother to knock and stepped right into the private sanctuary.
"Is it true?" I shot right off the bat not giving the person in the room a chance to ask what business I had here.
A woman, tall yet fitting for her age and figure, peered up from her documents and addressed me with a brief look before removing herself from her desk of endless complaints and proposals and stood before me.
"I see you are still here. I would have thought you left by now."
"I was delayed." I stared pointedly at the door then back at her. "What the heck is going on? That page was actually serious was he?"
A sour look on her elegant face was all I needed.
"Oh no." my face paled white and knees gone unsteady. "You mean to say...he really did-?"
She nods grimly and runs a hand through her auburn tresses with distress in every nerve. "We don't know how he managed to escape but for reasons we can't understand, we can't seem to track him." her tired body leaned back on her desk, wishing it would relieve some stress. She did not succeed.
I mimicked her action but I clawed my head so furiously my scalp burned. This shouldn't be happening. Not after everything we went through to bag this man. All the sacrifices, the hardships, all of it. Wasted.
"It can't be! He's suppose to be trapped! No one can escape it!" My fist clenched and my nails drew blood, that was going to leave a mark but I didn't care. "
"You mean you don't have the slightest idea how he broke out of an endless void from which he has no access to his powers, no possibility of communication, and got passed all the guards who had the means to take him down. Am I wrong?"
I knew I shouldn't be taking this tone with her—she was my headmaster and a respectable one at that—but this was a major crisis on our hands and we were supposed to be well prepared for anything. So you can hardly blame me for lashing out at the first person (the page didn't count) who knew how disastrous this was.
She didn't see to take offense to my outburst but stayed cool and collected, perfectly professional. "I know this upsets you, believe me I'm as troubled as you are, but now is not the time for finger-pointing."
I blushed crimson. Oops. Maybe that was a tad overboard.
"Sorry." I mumble weakly.
She smiles faintly, understanding my reaction completely. "Apology accepted. Now," her stance was no longer casual and her young face stern. "I've summoned all the pages to distribute the news to all the other members of what has happened. We don't know where he is exactly, but we'll find him." her eyes grew dark. "We have to."
I calmed down my nerves, not a lot but enough, and started to think, tapping my chin thoughtfully. "So he really is untraceable?" It just doesn't make any sense for him to disappear off the face of the earth, or Auora in this case.
"Yes." was her reply.
I stopped tapping and slowly faced her as my thoughts rushed to conspire many possible solutions to whatever answer she may give to my next question. "But you did locate the general area of his whereabouts before he went off the radar, right?" I jumped at her. Every second was vital and finding him was of utmost importance. The damage he could do alone was unthinkable. But if he were to round up more power and his former army at his command... "Where is it?"
No sooner had she relayed the information did I flash out faster than lightning to prepare for my departure.
As I packed, I instinctively made to grab the one essential that could end this and gave pause. Do I really need it? I chewed my lower lip. My hand curled hesitantly then lunged to stuff the item away in my pocket.
Better safe than sorry.
I redouble checked my supplies as I made my way through the door. Had I been paying attention to where i was going, I wouldn't have missed the body blocking the doorway and walked face front into it. I spluttered from the fabric caught in my mouth and glared at the road blocker. "Luke, what are you doing here?"
A boy half a head taller than me with shoulder-length, light brown locks with an over-layer of blades of leafy highlights that strangely, yet accurately, resembled a jungle plant—I used to call him Tarzan when he was being annoying—was blocking my way. But more importantly by the looks of it, he must have known what I was up to judging by the disapproving looks he was shooting at me.
"You're not going."
I sighed at the expected order. As annoying as he may be as all boys are programmed to be, he was the closest thing I had to an older brother in this world. It was obvious he was worried about me. I mean, who wouldn't after hearing that a psychopath was on the loose? Would you let your friend handle such a situation on their own?
"I have to." My word was final.
"No, you don't." he insisted anyway. "You don't have to do this on your own."
"I'm already prepared. By the time we rally up an army to search for him, he could be gone by then." I stuck out my chin, eyes burning with daunting determination as I got in his face. "I'M GOING."
He drew back, surprised that his surrogate sibling would be so eager to charge back to the front lines after what happened that fateful day. The dreadful chill of that reminder dragged behind him like tires made of lead. He almost lost a dear friend. Like heck if he was going to let the stubborn runt risk life and limb for everyone again.
With a resentful sigh and a fit of flying arms, he conceded. "Alright, fine. Go ahead." he peeked one eye open, smirked, then dove and trapped me in a playful headlock. He noogied me and I grunted from the sudden treatment, annoyed but somewhat relieved. "But I'm coming with you and that's that."
I broke out of his hold and blinked, never expecting him to back down so quickly. "I...guess that's...ok." I said slowly, not entirely sure if this was a good idea. I wanted to go at this alone so no one else would be at risk again. But in the end, I knew it wouldn't matter if I refused his company or not. He would follow me regardless of the consequences; He wouldn't abandon a friend. "Did you pack any-"
He swung a hefty sized knapsack bulging with goods in front of me and grinned. "Faster than you did."
Dear gosh, he's such a kid. I scoff and nod in approval, then walk past him. "Then let's go. We've wasted enough time." The two of us power sprint through the massive corridors to reach the Gateway, a unique portal formed entirely of extremely rare, blue moon crystals, and of pure, white starlight fitted into the heart of the Phoenix Academy.
The enormous oval geode stood tall and wide in all its benevolence, fitting into the wall like a decorative hole for the tasteful eccentrics. The item in my pocket reacted to the mysterious stones and began to hum quietly as though purring. I ignored the funny feeling in my stomach and stepped forth to activate the portal.
I rest my hands on the cool surfaces as it too vibrated against my skin.
"Open the gateway." I spoke, deep and powerful I had to sound to be recognized by the strange power sealed within the precious gems. The moon and starlight stones all beamed bright light from within themselves until it consumed the tiny cavern.
A powerful force surged and the rare mineral blurred in a circular motion until a hall carved out of stars was revealed to us. We each shared a look of total readiness and ran, straight down the realm of time and space as miniature stars trailed in our wake.
There was a question tugging at my mind for some time and thought it was time to ask him. "What happened to Jacup, Seraph, and Leon? Don't they know?" I pant as we ran flat-out.
"Not yet. They're still out on patrol and only got the news so they won't be back for another hour."
"Only the two of us then." That was fine by me.
He chuckles lightly, hair batting his face so I couldn't see his eyes. "Don't sweat it. You and mean make a mean combo. We'll be okay."
I roll my eyes. Let's just hope it's enough. My hand gripped tightly around the object I had hidden.
It was time to confront my old enemy.
Some time later...
"Uh...Houston? I think we have a problem." Luke almost squeaked, his trusty rapier gripped in his slight trembling hands.
And I couldn't agree with him more. Because...I made my first mistake.
Know why?
He was expecting me to come.
...
...DANG IT ALL!
When we arrived post-haste to the Catacomb Caverns, a massive cave structure that lead to endless routes with more forks than an antique fork museum, he was nowhere in sight, and my one-man team and I had come completely unprepared to what we were about to face.
Prior to his last trace, we didn't know he had a small elite unit planted exactly where he was supposed to be.
In short terms: an ambush
And that's where I made my second mistake. I had half expected a weakened old man with half his physical strength to carry him, hobbling around with a cloak to conceal his whereabouts with the knowledge of destructive power and an unstable mind for conquest.
How. Wrong. I. Was.
Instead we are confronted with high level demons, a.k.a. his Demon Generals, that served under his wing in the past. They out numbered us 10 to 1, and there wasn't a single strand of intelligent life to help us within a hundred klicks. (I was the only one within the academy that can activate the portal so any backup was going to be late for the party.)
I raise my hands in ready position, my expression firm and fearless. "Where is your master?"
But none of them were very articulate as I remembered and only spoke in guttural grunts unless he had cast the spell to allow them that privilege. Either that or they didn't feel very up for conversation. They charged without warning and with such vigor as if we were the first potential meal they've seen in ages.
Luke parried away a vicious attack aiming at my back and we faced opposite directions protecting the other. "You take that side and I'll take this side!"
"Right!" I cry out, determined to make my stand and show these pitiful worms we were not to be trifled with.
We launched our assault against the high level demons and prayed we would get out of this with our lives. We used nearly every magic item and offensive spell we could throw at them as fast as we could. Since when were they this strong? It was difficult watching someone's else's back when you have ten of your own problems facing down on you.
But I discovered a bigger problem.
The problem being that they were mainly attacking me. My partner did he best to help defend me, but the demon pack was stronger than he could handle alone and had no choice but to retreat deeper into the cave to regroup and formulate a plan.
I was running out of breath but still functioning although I couldn't say the same for my companion, Luke. He hunched over, gasping for breath with his hands on his knees. But even then, he had the tenacity to squint a tired wink at my worrying face. "Don't worry. Just need to catch my breath." he pants. " I knew you were popular with his demons, but seriously? I'm surprised they haven't made T-Shirt with your face in your honor."
Now THAT got me thinking. When I studied their attack patterns, I deduced their motive wasn't really aimed to kill, but more intent to-
My forehead met the palm of my hand and paid no heed to my friend's bewilderment at my supposed frustration at our current predicament. OF COURSE! Why didn't I see it! It was so blatantly obvious a blind man could have figured it out faster.
My train of thought was interrupted when I sensed one of the demons' heavy presences closing in; They certainly were searching high and low for us. I lift a mental barrier around the two of us, cloaking our presences momentarily until the unsettling feeling passed and made sure they were gone. It won't be long until one of them discovers us though.
My companion shudders from the near miss and says, "This is impossible. We can't keep this up much longer." The gemstone he held in his palm glowed faintly from within, signaling the small amount of power left to use. "There isn't much left." He said, then sighed. "Not that it's affecting these guys—barely tickled them. Have any ideas?"
My hand instinctively went to my pocket. Should I? It would easily get us out of this sticky mess and it's not like I was going to use that spell, but…was I ready to use it again?
I still remembered the cold blackness cornering my sight of the world and all those I cared for, stealing the light and robbing me blind. My heart beating duller and longer in between as each second stretched, struggling to keep my blood flowing. I knew what was happening and had accepted my ultimate fate:
I was dying.
It was so cold like chilling hands were pulling me deep under the endless depths of the sea. My breath was no longer there as it was stolen away from me.
And just when I I felt my last string connecting me to reality strain, there was a warm light, breathtaking as the morning sun, breathing life back into me from the brink of death. My friends rescued me that day and prevented the pain of my death from affecting everyone that knew me.
The decision that led me to that state was of my own choice, and I would gladly do it again if it meant saving the world from their eternal depression and eventual destruction.
But now I wasn't ready. It was too soon for me.
Luke was right however. I couldn't turn my back, not after all I've done to help them.
I nod in agreement, rapidly thinking of the only other logical solution that would give the worlds a chance. My resolve was set. "Then I'll go back home." he looks at me sharply and I quickly explained. "Listen, they're not after the both of us...just me. I know it's just a theory, but it's me he wants. He knew I would come after him hastily if I found out where he was, and he was right. But if I were to leave, he'll turn his attention away from here and everyone will be safe. It's the only way." I wish there was another alternative but we were running out of options to go on. My associate apparently shares my thoughts as well.
"No, you can't!" he breathes his rejections at the idea. I could see the faint minuscule light reflect off his forest highlights when he moved. " If what you say is true, then it's not safe for you! Think about it! He can still track you down! What if they come after you? And what of the people of Earth? You know he won't hesitate to kill them! They can't defend themselves like you!" he strains, his whispers as serious as he could muster under hush tones. "You have to stay!"
I have thought of that already and frankly it's the path I least want to take but with the best chance to play for time and preparation. He was always one to play games and toy with those who defy him. Double for me. If I were to stay, he would go after those close to me here even if they do have some power to defend themselves. But it won't be enough if he keeps regathering his strength to battle them, it won't matter how much everyone trains, his strategies would knock their castle down within a fortnight. Luckily (or not so luckily) he was a vengeful being if not sadistic as well which blinds him. Not completely, but he will not bother going after them to get to me if I can't even tell what's going on from the other side. No, even if I did decide to stay, I had a feeling he would have tried to strike somewhere closer to home where my true weak spot lies. At least this way I had the home field advantage along with a few more advantages. If I can keep him busy long enough, they would find him eventually.
I pat the worried boy's shoulder reassuringly which had little effect since my own fears wouldn't leave me either, but I held on strong for his sake and flashed a cocky smirk. "I've got it covered so don't worry about it. Take care of things around here alright? Do whatever you have to do to find that creep. But first," I hand him the one thing that could have saved us and he stares at it quizzically. "I need you to deliver this to the headmaster as fast as you can."
"But-" he started when recognized the object, but I interrupted him with an open hand.
"She'll know what to do with it. Believe me, it's no good to me right now. That is why I must go." he looks at me with confused eyes but nods without question and pockets the package. "And here," I remove one of the silver beads from one of my necklaces and brought it up to his eyes. "As soon as I'm gone. Get. Yourself. Out. You have to find him no matter what or we're all in big trouble." I couldn't express enough how urgent it was but luckily, I didn't have to.
Thundering footsteps reached our ears. "There you are!" a brusque voice scraped our eardrums vibrating off the cave walls. So he can talk.
Luke pushed me away after stashing the object in his pocket, his hand gripped the hilt of his sword at his hip, crinkling with burning aura. "Go! I'll hold them off. Go now!"
With a small smile that didn't reach his eyes and a parting wave, I delved into my leather pouch in my pocket and grabbed a handful of glowing silver and blue sand, crushed moon and star crystals into fine powder. I've been saving these for an emergency and when I was ready to go back. Not the ideal situation I wanted to leave behind but at least I'll be killing two birds with one stone. The particles hovered in the air for a breathless moment before swirling together, expanding into a wider circle, creating the portal that will lead me home.
Back to the Human World.
Luke rushed to parry an oncoming overhead attack from the demon's wide sword. A harsh clang of metal screaming at each other fighting to best the lesser weapon. He lowers his stance, giving him more ground to fend the demon off at bay and looks at me over his shoulder, his determination flaring bright like stars in his cool gray irises. No words needed to be said for it was obvious what must be done, no matter how much I wanted to fight. I took a quick deep breath, breathing in the magical air for what could be the last time.
"Good luck, my friend." I say in a fleeting whisper and leaped through the violet vortex. A few seconds what felt like ages past as I traveled through the dimensional tunnel before my feet instantly touched down on familiar black asphalt in front of a two-story house with two cars parked on the driveway. It was night already.
Hoping to see one more glimpse in time, I look behind me to witness the last speck of the doorway disappear into nothingness, leaving a small void of pain and regret in my heart. I push the uneasy feeling aside knowing it would do no one any good from this point on.
He'll make it out of there. I know he will, I thought encouragingly and parried my worries, concentrating on the sweet nostalgic scent of wood smoke that graced my senses as silent tears welled up in my eyes. And then I realized, "I'm home."
Blearily I faded into consciousness and was greeted with a stiff neck and a thin trail of drool lining the edge of my mouth and on my arm. I wiped it off and rubbed the heel of my palm over my sleepy eyes, releasing a quiet yawn with my mouth closed, a skill I'm proud to brag about, I never liked showing my teeth if I could help myself.
That's the first time I've had a recap of my whole life. I yawned again, this time forgetting to close my mouth.
Let me make this as blunt as possible so you people don't get confused later.
I am a witch.
Actually, sort of.
In this world, we refer to ourselves as 'Beings', if you will.
So my circumstances might come off as confusing at first so I can hardly blame you if you find yourself scratching your heads in bewilderment. And just so you know, I'm not one of those Convent witches you hear about dancing naked in the middle of the forests in broad daylight asking guidance from a Goddess to see into the heart of nature itself...No.
I mean a real full-fledged, not-so-wannabe, 100% bonafide, modern magical being. (LIKE MERLIN! :D sort of)
And let me make it clear that us magic folk don't take too kindly to all the stereotype they do to label us (or maybe it's just me). I mean, come on! Green skin? Hideous warts? Fringy Hair? Where is the justice! Don't people usually go to court for this kind of thing?
Of course, judgment about the idea of a witch (who many believe don't exist) complaining of the injustice branded on her/his kind may seem a little overly extenuating.
Needless to say, despite my human heritage, I am (very much) out of this world. No joke. Or at least a long time ago I was. I wasn't exactly given the memo about our forced immigration and due to some unfortunate accident I could not remember–or shouldn't be humanely possible in this point in time–my whole memory of my past went along with it.
A month passed since my return and lets just say it could not be any more exhausting. From day one, I am up all night because of my new job (and at 16 too. T-T) with little sleep to drive my day for the next morning. Many obstacles constantly get in the way of my work, so I barely scrape by half the time. Other than that, it was the same as it was before I 'disappeared' a few years back; No spells, no mythical creatures, no strange artifacts, and most important of all...no magic; During school at least anyway. Nothing new there.
'When I asked for normalcy, this isn't what I had in mind.' I sigh out, twirling my pencil absently as I waited for class to start.
Despite my lack of attendance, it wasn't difficult to get back into the system once they agreed–with a little help from my dad who happens to be part of the Board of my school–to give me an entrance exam of sorts. I'm happy to say I passed with flying colors and my folks couldn't be happier. So here I was back in school playing off the beginning of 10th grade, wandering in my gloomy, little world worrying about everyone back in Auora and couldn't help but think of all the horrible possibilities.
Did he get the package to her? Are the others alright? Will I ever get back again? Did I make the right decision to leave like I did? My guilt-ridden head was spinning with too many unanswered questions and I forced myself to take deep breaths before I calmed down.
I was so busy mulling over things I had no control over that I hardly perceived the annoying screech of babbling excitement erupting from the girls of the class. The shrill of their high pitch fangirlism made me flinch, breaking my train of thought and I glance to see what all the commotion was about. The cause of which was a few boys I have never seen before in my entire life standing at the front of the room.
I picked the loose earwax out of my ears in annoyance. 'What's with all the noise? They're just guys.' I turn my head and stop. 'What the...? Hello.' I sat up straight as I got a closer look at them, but then I reeled back when I discovered something...strange. Or more specifically, saw, something strange.
You see, for those who don't know, everyone in the world has an aura (whoop-dee-do). And for normal people, they have clear auras. Almost transparent as crystals. They're classified as plain, ordinary human–no supernatural abilities whatsoever.
But as I focused on them, I detected completely different colored auras lighting off these guys. It was subtle but bright, powerful, and clearly visible without much effort to confirm the event. And that is not normal by any standard rules unless you're an exceptional spiritual psychic or something more. Its like someone flipped a switch and party light bulbs fused inside their skin started glowing.
My curiosity spiked and for the first time I was giving a guy–three no less–a second look.
Starting from the left was a boy dressed in a weird green jumpsuit I recognize as a Japanese school uniform. His raven hair was slicked back with the help of lots and lots of hair gel. For all I know he dumped the whole bottle to make it gleam under all that goo. Oddly enough, he had the same brownie cat-like shaped eyes like mine to match that face of his and a bodily aura that screamed 'So I'm a delinquent. Got a problem with that?'.
In definition: A prideful bad boy. His energy print flared an intense cobalt off his person and had no doubt in my mind he was a force to be reckon with, act or no act. He looked normal enough so I couldn't complain...if it weren't for the subtle change in his genetics only I can sense out of everyone - save for the new comers if they knew that is. There was a deep red laced into the blue making him different from what the average human psychic would have. It struck me as odd but paid no mind to the details and rushed to the next subject.
The boy next to him was a few inches taller with flowing rose-colored hair landing at the middle of his back with luscious easy-going eyes as green as leaves. For a guy, magenta looked good on him. Not that I hold any interest at all. But I guess any man who look like they belong on the cover of a fashion magazine would look deviously handsome no matter what they wore. Again, not that I care.
Aside from that note, he, too, carried a strange energy, but it didn't feel like the greaser's to be human. It was more potent and intense. And...aggressive? Hm.
A gentle but ruthless violet aura caressed his body much like his outward appearance seemed to me; Beautiful as a vibrant rose...but dangerous as poison like the thorns it carries, ready to lash out when threatened.
And finally, the man to the far right resembled a less-than-handsome version of an Elvis Presley wannabe with bright orange hair that could rival second to Ichigo from Bleach. He happened to be the tallest of the group - and everyone else in the school for that matter.
I mean he was over six feet tall and from the looks of it, I don't think he was the type to use steroids. Unlike the other two, his aura read human through and through to the very last drop with immense amount of energy similar to his buddies. But unlike my fellow classmates, his aura flares a vivid aquamarine that surrounds him like a coat. Stronger and much more experienced than any human I've known or come across.
But my already low impression of him dimmed even further when his roving eyes scanned the room, secretly drool dripping and eyes groveling at all the hotties in the class.
I know I should be worried, but honestly, I was too tired at the time to care whether they were demons, aliens, or secret agents sent to take me back to Area 51 to use me as a weapon. Again. (Don't ask.) Or whatever. There's enough weirdness walking around this school everyday alone including myself as it was for it to faze me anymore.
The door slides open and my English teacher, a chubby man with more over the belt than all the cheer in his being to be accounted for, Mr. Hellenga, stands beside them, all smiles as usual.
"Class," he begins, "I'd like to introduce you to our new foreign exchange students. They've transferred all the way from Japan so treat them with respect like you would any other." announced the teacher, gesturing to the newbies.
Great. Just what we need, more boys. I grumble inwardly, resting my forehead on my desk for a second. Nothing was more exciting than a few more potential bullies-judging by the looks of the majority of the three I gathered-to stir some crazy up in this house. Soon my despair/interest flitted away like dust in the wind and switched most of my attention to more common events outside the room. I shift my head to the side, so my cheek laid on the cool surface with a clear view of the outside. The things I saw came as followed: The shapeless clouds passing, few birds were singing, a boy in black imperceptible to the human eye hidden in the trees...
Wait...what?
I blinked when I caught a glimpse of an impossible pair of dark red eyes deep in the shadows of the leaves before they disappeared in a blur, leaving me speechless and suspicious. My brows furrowed in confusion.
Now what could that be? Had it been anyone else they'd think it was a ghost or something but I've seen stranger things (like those in front of me) so I wrote it off as unimportant and concentrated back on my final evaluation of the three to take my mind off it.
There was definitely something abnormal about those guys. They didn't seem normal at all, but then again, why would it matter to me? It's not like it has anything to do with me...right?
Just then, a foreboding itch crept into my guts, sending shivers all over my nerves.
Oh great. I grumbled and slouched in my seat.
Why do I have a bad feeling all of a sudden? I run my fingers through my hair, heaving a sigh and shut my eyes. Now I'm sure as sure something weird was coming my way.
Many of the girls chattered among themselves, most likely gossiping about the new pretty boy; They just love foreigners. Especially the cute ones. It keeps the annoying divas entertained with something new and exotic. Not that I share any similar thoughts as the rest of them of course. Believe me. I'd rather watch paint dry than harbor such mushy disgusting thoughts over the opposite sex. The only thing interesting about them was their unusual energies, timing, and origin.
So the guys are from Japan huh? Interesting. It's about time more Asians came to this school. As it so happens, I was the only Asian kid in the whole freakin' grade which sort of sucked but didn't really bother me as much.
Aren't I the lucky one?
I barely caught their names as they introduced themselves. The greaser was Yusuke Urameshi, Elvis Presley was Kazuma Kuwabara, and pretty boy with red locks was Shuichi Minamino. Not that I cared to remember.
Shuichi greets everyone with a heart melting smile that had all the girls drooling at their feet, adding a slight bow to the class on behalf of the group. "A pleasure to meet you all. I do hope we get along just fine." This little action received starry eyes and drooling imbeciles from anyone with an inch of affection for the man. Mr. Hellenga rubbed his nearly bald head as he looked at the sheets with confusion. "Huh. It says here there should be one more of you guys."
Molten locks regarded the teacher after his brief speech. "Hiei may not be coming today. Most of us are still recovering from our flight."
I groaned again. You mean there's another one? Something tells me those eyes I saw was not a coincidence.
"I see. Well at any rate your seats are all in the back row." the teach gestured to the four empty seats that just so happen to be behind my row. The three made their way to their desks, leaving the one behind me empty collecting dust. As expected, being the not-so-modest American-born teens they were, the girls blew kisses, threw a few winks, and/or squeezed a couple flirty whispers Shuichi's way. He gently returns them with a sparkling friendly smile of brimming radiance to that of a diamond; A million dollar smile that could win a beauty pageant hands down had he been born as a female.
Due to the cruel effect, girls blushed crimson left and right and most of them faced forward eyes on their laps, too nervous to glance at the beautiful creation that stepped into their dull school lives. Some were still brave enough to welcome him with a wave and greetings of their own, much to his ugly friend's distaste of him hogging all the ladies' attention.
Lame did not cover half of how I saw it all save for their embarrassed faces. What a riot! But at least he gone done a good job taming the beasts. That I will acknowledge him for.
"Now," The thinning heavy man claps his hands and rubs them together. "Before we begin, is there anyone who will be willing enough to show these gents around?" All at once, more than half the class jumped out of their seats waving their hands in the air hoping to be picked. All of them female. Duh.
I roll my eyes, fixing my glasses back in place atop the bridge of my nose. Drama Queens. I sigh in thought. Mr. Hellenga wandered up and down the aisles until he came upon me.
And I did NOT like the look he was making.
He grinned innocently. "Hey squirt, would you like be their tour guide for the day?" he asked, clearly picking on me aside from all the other takers. Every willing participant glared mercilessly which never had an effect on me whatsoever.
I glance at the man from the corner of my eye, not amused at his personal joke. "Pass." I breathe and backed into my inner thoughts outside the classroom window.
"Hm. I see." said the cheery cheeked old man, sighing in disappoint. "Anyone else? What about the rest of you gentlemen?" In the end, one of the guys volunteered to the girls' despair. If that boy doesn't have a girlfriend, good luck finding one now. As soon as I almost completed tuning out the noise, a small tap on my shoulder brought me back and I shuddered from the touch. The finger that tapped me belonged to the Beauty King himself. This can't be good.
Immediately I was wary. He had this whole good boy outlook about him everyone would die to know and that only made him more suspicious to me than anything else. No nice guy is an exception in my book until I consider them trustworthy. After all, you can never know one's true skin until it smacks ya right in the kisser (not literal hopefully).
"Excuse me." he greets. I tip my head in subtle greeting myself and respectfully look him in the eye. (Hey, I may not like him but it doesn't mean I have to be rude on the spot!...unless I have to of course.) "I don't mean to disturb you, but I believe you dropped this." he holds up a blue mechanical pencil in front of me. It really was mine so I casually plucked it from his (somewhat feminine) fingers.
Over to the side, I could almost imagine flames of the Underworld burning in the background. All thanks to the jealous passion of his new fan club that fuels it. Of course I ignored their bothersome stares and sigh out of pity for myself. Why me.
"Thanks I guess." I mumble impassively, placing the utensil back on the desk. Shuichi raises an eyebrow but let it slide back down as he smiled, facing his attention back to the lecture.
After that little transaction, class went on without a hitch. Most of the time, Shuichi would answer the questions, much to everyone else's relief, but would leave a few openings to give everyone a fair chance. Not that anyone here ever raised their hand besides me. So now there were two brainiacs running for the teacher's favor and I didn't mind the little competition.
The school bell rang and soup was on. Everyone rushed to the cafeteria to get some grub while I lagged behind to gather all of my things. I don't know why but I always take forever when it comes to getting my stuff. When I turned to leave through the door at the front of the classroom (just felt like it) I noticed the new guys hadn't left yet.
Huh...? Regardless of my curiosity, I paid it no mind and gone out the door. I was about to pass the back door of the classroom when I heard them talking and instantly stopped in my tracks.
"We should get this over while it's still broad daylight." The voice belonged to Yusuke. "I finally scored tickets to go see the Main Event Battle at Tokyo Dome and I am NOT missing it again this time!"
"I'm sorry Yusuke, but I'm afraid it's not that simple." That time was Shuichi.
"What's that suppose to mean? You know something I don't because I'm sure the rest of the class would love to hear."
I leaned in closer and perked up an ear. "We don't want to cause suspicion with our absence when it's only the first day. Our time here may not be as short as you hope."
"Yeah right. You just don't want to ruin your perfect record even though binky breath changed it so it says you dropped a grade just so we could be in the same class. It's not like we'll stuck here long anyway." Yusuke retorted.
Skip school? Dropped a grade but didn't? Not long? What do they mean?
Brows screwed together at the middle. My first thought was that there wasn't anything worse in school than ditchers and bullies, and they were some of the types of people I wasn't very fond of. However, my second thought towered my first as it suddenly became unimportant.
What did they mean by staying for a while? They just transferred all the way from Japan and they weren't staying? Or maybe they're moving to another school. But why would they do that? And why would Shuichi need to be held back a year if he supposedly has a perfect record? Could it be he doesn't care about making the grade and wants to stay with his friends? No, his words earlier disproved that theory. But what could it be then?
Argh! My head burned with so many possible answers that new questions would arise and lead my imaginative thoughts to new mazes filled with dead ends and multiple forks in the road. I was nowhere near locating the exit and therefore had no definite answer.
"I insist we stay for today. Wait..." he suddenly paused and I held my breath in an instant. Maybe it's time I made my leave before-
"Hey, where you going Hi-" The door opens with a bang making me all but jump out of my skin, revealing a very familiar pair of eyes glaring at me dead in the eye with dark intimidation that hit me as a, 'DEATH COME TO ALL WHO DON'T MIND THEIR OWN BUSINESS' kind of look.
Out of all thoughts that could have come to me, there was one that topped all the rest: Oh my gosh. Vegeta's twin is out to kill me.
"Woman."
...
...Oh and did I forget to mention I'm a girl?
A/N
PLEASE TAKE NOTE THAT IS A FIRST FOR ME SO LIGHTEN UP ON THE REVIEWS IF YOU WILL. THOUGH I HAVE MENTIONED IT BEFORE I WILL REPEAT IT AGAIN. TO ADD TO THIS TWISTED STORY: I'VE CREATED THIS INTO AN ALTERNATE SEQUEL OF A BOOK I AM CURRENTLY WRITING CALLED 'Magical Story' ABOUT A TEENAGE GIRL WHO'S LIVED A NORMAL LIFE BUT SPENDS IT MOST IN THE CLOUDS OF HER IMAGINATION. WHEN SHE LOOKED UP TO THE SKY THAT ONE SUNNY MORNING, SHE KNEW THERE WAS SOMETHING DIFFERENT ABOUT HER, DIFFERENT THAN EVERYONE IN THE WORLD. AND I'M NOT TALKING ABOUT IN INDIVIDUAL SENSE. SHE GREW FASCINATED ABOUT MAGIC AND EVEN WRITTEN A STORY ABOUT HERSELF BEING PULLED INTO ANOTHER WORLD SHE NEVER KNEW EVER EXISTED FULL OF MAGIC AND YADDA YADDA YADDA.
I HAVE TO LET YOU KNOW THAT WHILE YOU'RE THOUGHTS AND COMMENTS ARE VERY APPRECIATED, I DON'T TAKE TO KINDLY TO HARSH CRITICISM. I WILL TRY MY BEST TO KEEP THIS STORY INTERESTING FOR ALL YOU READERS OUT THERE BUT TRY TO KEEP THE SCATHING BITES TO A MINIMUM (OR NONE IF YOU CAN HELP IT) AND REVIEW AS MUCH AS YOU LIKE.
OH AND ONE MORE THING...
THIS STORY IS STILL IN THE MAKING AND HOPEFULLY WILL SERVE AS INSPIRATION TO PULL OUT A PROPER PLOT FOR MY ORIGINAL BOOK. SO IN OTHER WORDS, I'M ALLOWING YOU TO STREAM IN YOUR OWN IDEAS ABOUT HOW THIS STORY WILL LEAD. OF COURSE IT IS UP TO ME WHAT TO PUT DOWN BUT I AM OPEN TO SUGGESTIONS.