Crystal: Stupid…baka…authors…
Crystal: I am reposting this story again, and if all of you STUPID AUTHORS who submitted forms after the story closed, you have no chance of being in this story. EVER! SO STOP ASKING!
Crystal: Gomen for the yelling…but some people are really pushing my temper…
Crystal: So, anyway, I do not own anything in this story except for the plot, idea, and Mickey Weber, my character. As for everyone else, people who I am incredibly good friends with now, their characters belong to themselves.
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She paced back and forth, heels clicking against the wooden floors as she glanced up now and then towards a window.
This girls name is Mickey Weber, and she is the creator of the Akuna Yume Realm. She's sixteen in age, and lives in a large space shuttle in her realm. There are eight planets in the realm, each populated by a different Anime.
There is Trigun, Yu Yu Hakusho, Rurouni Kenshin, Inu-Yasha, Sailor Moon, Cardcaptor Sakura, Studio Ghibli, and Cyborg 009. The last one is also populated by Kikaider, being made by the same people.
Her job was to bring lovers of these worlds here, with a choice. They could go home at anytime, but once they left, they could not return. And her, she didn't have a home.
Black hair, growing just an inch past her chin would sway as she walked, her bangs, I guess you could call them, grew an inch past the rest of her hair, and were parted to the sides. They were not black like the rest of her hair, but a deep crimson color. Her eyes were a crimson color as well, just a tint lighter then her streaks.
Across her forehead she sported a black bandana, a crimson dragon gliding along it. She wore a black, thick sleeved tank, with the words 'Kuro Akuna' written in crimson across it as well. Her pants, jeans, were black, with a red dragon on the left pocket. They covered her ankle black boots just slightly, swaying very lightly as she walked, like her hair.
She brushed a strand of hair out of her face, showing her right ear, the whole upper lobe covered with five, black silver hoops. She had three on her left ear in the same place, with a skull earring on her lower left lobe as well.
Her attempt with her hair seemed to fail as it fell back into place, and she ignored it completely. She grabbed the silver, line star hanging from a black silver chain, each of the spaces filled with black diamonds. Her black nails, tipped in crimson, as if it was blood, dug slightly into her skin as she waited.
Her boots continued making a sharp clacking as she walked across the wood, pacing the length of her black walled room.
The only color seemed to come from large volumes of books and videos, and several posters around the whole room, about ¾ of them with the same character.
She sighed slightly, turning from the poster, to a large, one way mirror. She was on the good side, the other side leading into a white walled room. She looked through it, grabbing her pendant and turning it three times on the chain.
Every surface, minus the floor, was covered with black holes, all moving with a distant color. There were exactly eleven, no more, no less. She smiled once more as one of the portals outlined itself, and a figure fell through…
To be continued…
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Crystal: Ok, the form is being deleted as well so I don't run into this problem again. UNDERSTAND STUPID AUTHORS WHO CAN'T READ THAT THIS STORY IS CLOSED!!!!!!!!! NO FORM, NO ENTRIES SO GET IT THROUGH YOUR TINY ARSE BRAINS!!!!!!!!!!
Crystal: Ahem…