Hiya! Surely Tomorrow here! Hope you enjoy this first posting! Anyways, please R&R! Also, I apologize if the man story is a bit confuzzling! :P
The room was pleasantly dark, lit with the lowest level of a dimmer light. Bookshelves cluttered up against walls and in the middle of the room. A table sat by a corner near the sliding glass doors. The dusk light of the city glowed on a figure slumped at the desk.
A man, tall and lean with wide,sturdy shoulders, dozed on the table. Several books were sprawled out in front of him, their pages open at the places he left off before falling asleep.
He murmured and his eyes fluttered open. Sitting up, the man rubbed the sleep from his strangely colored crimson eyes.
With a yawn and combing his hand through his deep blue hair, he looked over to the LED lit clock on his empty iHome.
2:00. In the morning. He had slept in his study almost all night...
" Timpani... Is going to kill me... at breakfast..." The man's words came out slowly from still being tired and not really caring for much else but to go asleep again.
Blumiere began to shut the books on his desk, dogearing them to keep his place. After putting them back into the bookshelves, he left into the hallway, flicking the lights out before closing the door.
Soon he entered another room. This one more plush, with a cool, contemporary style. A soft, sensual sound of Timpani's playlist filled the air. The room was dark and a woman, mostly hidden under the comforter and sheets on the bed, sleep soundlessly.
Blumiere who was already in his ( P.J's? ) flannel pajamas, walked over and got into bed next to his wife.
Whispering a soft ' I love you', he kissed her cheek, cuddled up with her, and then fell back into a deep sleep.
…
The obnoxiously loud alarm went off. Its noise bounced off the black floral walls.
A hand shot out from the lump of sheets, slapping the 'snooze' button with enough force to cause the clock to jump on the bedside table.
The bedsheets shifted as the lump muttered a few curses and rolled back away from the clock.
Finally, a girl pushed back the blankets, revealing her head of messy black hair and ' I hate the morning' frown and eyes.
Getting up, Coco stumbled a few times before getting to the closet and picking out a pair of black skinny jeans, a green ' I :heart: Zombiez ' tank top, and a few other things like her thick, leather, rainbow studded belt.
Again as she walked down the hall to the bathroom, she tripped, dropping all of her clothes and, of course, she cursed.
Coco's younger brother who was walking down the hallway as well, saw this and began laughing.
Leaving her clothes all over the the floor, she shot him a glare as her only warning for him to run.
Brother being as stupid as he was, didn't see this, and soon his much taller and faster sister was chasing him around the house.
" You little BRAT! How 'bout I punch you in the stomach and I'll laugh! YEAH! That sounds fair!"
" But I'll tell MOM!"
" Your mom can tell mom!"
" THAT DOESN'T EVEN MAKE SENSE!"
After his sister threatened to burn his Pokemon cards and paper machete Mario and Luigi set he gave up, allowing Coco to take her shower in temporary peace.
It was just another morning in the Humely household.
" Why do you have to be such a pain in the butt in the morning, huh?" Coco asked while straightening her hair.
" Why do you have to be so mean?" Her brother retorted as he leaned on the bathroom door frame.
" I'm not being mean. I have to threaten you, Nolan." She said a-matter-of-factly.
" No you don't." Her brother Nolan pouted.
" Yes, I do. This is teaching you how to listen to gangs so you don't get shot. Well, if you don't get shot first..."
Nolan's frown only grew. His sister smirked and chuckled.
Coco finished by pulling up her hair in two, small pig tail stubs that sat on top of her head. Her other thick black hair not pig tailed fell around the back of her head and over her ears, her side bangs covering up her left eye.
" Now, little twit, I am going out before Mom and Dad wake up." Coco said wrapping the chord around the straighter and putting away her make up.
" But what about breakfast? Aren't you going to help me make it?" Nolan fretted as he followed Coco to her room.
" I helped yesterday because I HAD to. I was grounded, so that was my punishment." Was Coco's muffled reply as she looked for her Invader Zim messenger bag in the closet.
When she found it, Coco stuffed a few things in it along with 40 some dollars in cash. She laced up her red, low top converses and headed for the living room.
" But, but, but..." Nolan repeated over and over again trying to think of an excuse for her to stay.
Even though he hated his sister sometimes, he did like it when she was here. She always knew what to do when he screwed something up... Like when setting the toaster oven aflame.
Coco was at the front door. She plucked out a set of keys from the basket next to her.
She was about to leave when she looked back at him.
" Oh yeah. Don't set yourself on fire. Tootles!" Nolan began to cry.
With that, she shut the door behind her, leaving her blubbering brother in the living room.
She ran down the stairs of their apartment complex. About 4 steps away from the bottom she leaped off and landed gracefully on the concrete. When Coco was fully awake, she was quite sure-footed.
It was just the beginning of summer.
Coco was going to be Sophomore next year and when school ended her and her friends decided to get up early, go to Starbucks, and then do stuff all day so that way they could ' get the most of summer.'
Luckily for Coco, the Starbucks her friends had chosen to go to was in the super mall only a few blocks away from her apartment. When mornings went well, it only took her ten minutes to get there. Running. So hey, she was keeping fit, too.
Coco smiled. She didn't know why. Whether it was something in the wind, or the busy atmosphere of early New York mornings, something made her feel confident.
She knew it would be an unforgettable summer. She just knew it. Coco didn't know how or why it would be, but she had a strong feeling about it.
After the moment passed, she dashed down the sidewalk to meet her friends for some coffee.
…
Blumiere had eaten his breakfast and was going up the stairs to his study. In his hand was a colorful coffee cup ( with coffee in it of course ). He listened to ' Beautiful Day ' by U2 through a pair of blue earbuds attached to the iPod Classic in his jeans. He mouthed the words with the song happily.
He opened the door to his study to find his wife sitting on the desk. Her arms were crossed and a look of displeasure was easily seen on her face.
" Oh, good morning Timpani!" Blumiere greeted, turning his iPod off. He knew Timpani wanted to talk to him.
" I knew you were up late 'studying', as you so put it." Timpani said ignoring Blumiere's greeting and going right to the point.
" Yes. Yes I was and I'm sorry because I know you don't like it when I stay up-" Blumiere admitted as he walked up to his wife.
" Blumiere..." Timpani interrupted, her expression growing concerned.
" Is... something bothering you? Lately you been so, distant, it seems."
Blumiere stopped. He looked at Timpani. She clearly wasn't upset anymore. She never was upset at him for long.
What she had just said though made him think. Was he...distant? Had he been ignoring her or acting strange?
He hopped this wouldn't happen, but apparently it has... Some of the worries and guilt from his suspicions were becoming noticeable.
Blumiere didn't want his wife to get involved, so he put on his best poker face.
" Nothing is wrong, my love! Work has been a little stressful, but nothing too terrible!"
Timpani got up from the desk and walked over her husband, placing a hand on his shoulder.
" It's only been a month since...the incident, since we arrived in this world, since you became a human and lost your powers. Is the change bothering you, dear? Is that it, because turning into an entirely different being must be difficult..." She said quietly looking down and holding Blumiere's hand.
" No, it's not that. Actually I've taken my change quite well! In this dimension, I have no need for those powers... And now I'm like you, so walking down the street isn't quite as, well, awkward." Blumiere whispered back, giving a little smile.
" Then what has been making you act this way?" Timpani asked, her voice rising and distraught.
Blumiere felt trapped. He couldn't lie to his wife and he couldn't tell her about what happened after the Chaos Heart...
~ long flashback is long~
( Blumiere's Pov )
Sounds of city traffic, crickets, and people chatting filled the air. It smelled of moist grass, blossoming flowers, accompanied by tree pollens and a hint of restaurant grease.
A light shone through my eyelids making it hard to keep them shut. Opening them, I saw above me a simple street lamp with a ball shaped shade attached by a steel rod base which was screwed into the ground.
The same lamps could be seen along a concrete pathway twisting through what seemed like a forest.
Many species of trees, flowers, and shrubs covered the grassy ground. However, most of them were shadowed , only to be seen by the glow of the lamps.
As I suspected, it was night. The sky was a deep shade of royal blue and golden and pearl colored stars twinkled like jewels on a dark veil.
I admired this mystical world for only a second when I fully realized what had happened moments ago.
Sitting up, I looked frantically for my wife. I had no idea where she was or even if she was in this new world.
It only took me moments of scanning the ground until I found her familiar figure sprawled on the ground a few feet from my own.
I crawled on my hands and knee's over to where Timpani was.
She didn't have a scratch or bruise on her and seemed perfectly unharmed just as I was.
I gave a sigh of relief and then awoke her by shaking her gently on the shoulders.
" Uggmmm. Where... am I?" She muttered while shifting from being woken up.
" I don't know, love. I...I think maybe another dimension..." I answered giving the best answer of my ability.
Sitting up, Timpani looked around. Her hair was a bit messy and some dirt was on her dress probably from the fall.
When she turned to talk to me, I saw her eyes get big and she seemed to jump back a few inches.
" Blllu...Blumiere?" Timpani stuttered wide eyed.
I was confused. Why was she looking at me like I had three heads?
" Is something on my face?" I asked a bit stupidly.
" No... It is your face~!" Timpani exclaimed. She inched towards me and reached out her hand, feeling my cheek and forehead as though to make sure I were real.
" Ha ha, what is it? Have I turned green?" I asked again, laughing a bit as she pulled at my nose.
WAIT... NOSE?
I looked down, and sure enough, the end of a sharp-ish nose could be seen at the bottom of my vision.
" GAH! What the in all the hells!" I yelled, falling backward, totally dumbfounded why I had a nose.
I examined the rest of my body, finding that I had legs ( nice ones at that), arms, and torso which were covered up by the same white fabric that made my vest. Also I was no longer blue, but a bit tannish, and had deep blue hair that if you didn't look at it closely, seemed to be black.
I had become a human being. Of anything to happen, I had turned into a human. I didn't know whether to be happy or upset.
Timpani who was surprised at first, seemed to be quite happy now, beaming while staring at my new arms and legs.
I only sat there and let her look.
She came to my face again and looking at my features.
" Wow, you're quite handsome as a human..." Timpani gasped in awe.
I knew what she meant by that, but I pretended to be hurt just to yank her around.
" I wasn't handsome enough for you when I wasn't human?" I teased.
" No,no,no! You were handsome then,too! Just, I always wondered what you'd look like as one! I'm sorry if I offended you..." She said putting her head down in shame.
I chuckled a bit and placed my hand under her chin, lifting her head up.
Timpani smiled back at me and pecked my cheek.
When I blushed, she giggled a bit, but came to look at me again.
" Your facial features are sharp, but attractively sharp." Timpani complimented some more.
" And, strangely enough, your eyes are only a little duller than when you didn't have, um, irises, I guess. Now they're a shade crimson!"
After getting over the fact I was now, indeed, a human being, we stood up and looked around at our surroundings. ( I almost fell over because I wasn't used to legs.)
A man was walking down the pathway we had seen earlier. He wore a black overcoat and brown, business pants. He had short blonde hair and seemed to be in his early thirties.
Before I could stop her, Timpani walked up to the stranger. I face-palmed.
" Excuse me, sir! Would you happen do know what dimension we're in? My husband and I jus-" I interrupted by pulling her away from the man.
" You'll have to excuse my wife. Sometimes she doesn't think before she acts." I said shooting her a ' what the heck was that' glare.
For a moment the guy just stared at us. But eventually he began to speak, looking over us like we were smoking something.
" Um, yeah, I...I don't know where've you guys been, but you're in the Big Apple! New York City, man! It's like America all smashed up into one big town!" The man said, seeming proud to talk about this place.
" This forest is a city?" Timpani questioned. " And is there a ' Big Apple' in the middle of this forest city?"
The man stared at us again. " No, this is Central Park. The city surrounds it." The man made a spinning motion with his finger to emphasize 'around'.
" Actually, a street ain't too far 'way from here." He said, looking probably at the direction of the street.
Timpani and I shot confused glances at each other.
…
About a few weeks after we had gotten used to New York, Timpani and I had gotten jobs, and moved into a cute little house across the street from Central Park.
I was on my afternoon stroll and Timpani was at home making dinner.
Suddenly, I spotted a book laying on the ground underneath a birch tree.
I looked around to see if anyone who might own it was nearby, but no one.
As I got closer to the book, I began to recognize features about it. The jewel in the middle, the red, etched lines on the ebony leather cover...
I froze when I realized the horrible truth sitting there right in front of me.
It was the Dark Prognostics.
Somehow, someway, they had gotten into this dimension and miraculously, nobody had picked it up or just forgotten it here when they did.
I knew I couldn't leave the Prognostics here, so I rushed over to it and hid it within my coat. When I did this, I noticed the jewel on the cover was dull and gray.
That explained why when I picked it up, it wasn't emanating the evil aura it always did.
The Dark Prognostics had... died. I couldn't believe it. But even if they were dead, I had to dispose of them.
I walked over to a nearby trash can and threw it into the depths of garbage. Since I threw it with enough force, it hit the bottom quickly. Surrounding thrash fell over it, hiding the Prognostics from the wavering eyes of the homeless... And the power crazed, not knowing of its evil.
Dusting off my hands, I left for home, the shaken feeling of finding the horrors of my past gone and replaced with a feeling of triumph.
" Hello, love!" Timpani greeted as I entered into the house. A cool, night breeze wafted through an open window, making our home pleasantly airy.
I walked into the kitchen, giving Timpani a gentle hug as she stood by the stove waiting for dinner to cook.
"So, how was your walk?" Timpani asked, hugging me back.
Instantly, I thought about telling her about the Prognostics, but I decided not to since the book was dead. Just another thing to be left in the past.
" Fine as usual, my dear! The summer blossoms on the cherry tree are blooming. Their beauty reminded me of you, so I got these..." I pulled out a few delicate, pink blossoms and decorated them in her hair.
Timpani blushed and kissed my cheek, then faced back to the stove.
I left into the living room, still thinking over how the Dark Prognostics had gotten into this dimension.
…
Late in the night, I woke abruptly. As soon as I was conscious enough, I felt an awkward feeling in the pit of my stomach. I knew this feeling all too well.
I got out of bed as quietly as possible so not to wake Timpani. I ran downstairs into the living room, not bothering to turn the lights on. I flopped down on the sofa not being able to stand as feeling grew more powerful.
Beginning to shake, I prayed it wasn't true. It couldn't be, not after earlier.
The feeling I felt was the sinister energy pouring from the Dark Prognostics somewhere out in New York.
I had lost my powers, but being a previous owner of the book, I could feel it awaken once more. It must have been in some sort of shock from being in a dimension so unfamiliar, when I'd found it.
Why it hadn't been shredded to pieces by a dump truck and thrown into a mulch heap, I had no idea, but I did know the Prognostics was alive... Somewhere in New York... And I could do absolutely nothing to stop someone from obtaining it.
Thoughts of another Chaos Heart and Void began to spin in my head. That combined with the Dark Prognostics energy made me feel dizzy and want to throw up.
" I made a mistake... To think I could banish the damned book . What in all the dimensions was I thinking...?" I whispered into nothing but the dark, empty air of the room...
~ long flashback end~
( back to third person narrative )
Blumiere did the only thing he could do. The only thing that said everything without a word.
He embraced his wife in maybe the most sincere and passionate hug since they had gotten married.
As he laid his head against her cheek, he could feel her warmth. Some of her soft blonde strands of hair tickled his cheek.
Timpani, unsure what to do at first, let her husband embrace her. Then she slowly wrapped her arms around his neck. She placed her head on his chest. He smelled like cinnamon and Timpani always loved that about him. The smell made her feel comforted and safe.
For what seemed like forever, they were enveloped in a breathtaking hug.
Finally, Blumiere let go of Timpani, but they still stood close to one another.
" Please... Please trust me. I want to protect you, and I'm doing that by keeping you away from this... mistake." said Blumiere, taking her hands in his own.
Timpani's emerald green eyes looked into his. A number of emotions could be seen in them. Fear, anger, regret, and some others she couldn't describe.
Just looking at him, Timpani could tell something was terribly wrong, but instincts told her not to ask and just trust her husband...But being his wife, concern screamed at her to figure out what the hell was going on. It was like having an angel on one shoulder and a devil on the other.
Timpani sided with the angel.
She spoke slowly, trying to chose her words wisely, but she promised herself to tell him how she felt and how she could accept whatever his answer was. That was the key to this discussion.
" I don't understand quite what's going on... It seems serious. A part of me wants to know, for the safety of you, love..." She paused, swallowed the lump in her throat, then continued.
"Another part wants to trust you and be ready if you ever are to need me... Even if I don't know what to help you with... And open when you wish to tell me whats going on..." Timpani finished, squeezing Blumiere's hands slightly.
Blumiere smiled at his wife. She was always so understanding, but sensible at the same time. One of the very reasons he had fallen in love with her.
" I appreciate your compassion, but, as I said before, I cannot tell you, dear Timpani...I apologize for this unwanted secrecy, it is for the best." Blumiere said, his smile disappearing. " Also, if you are willing, I ask you to prepare if I am ever in need of your assistance..."
His wife nodded. " Anything for you, Blumiere." She gave him a reassuring smile.
It became very quiet in the study as the two gave each other trusting gazes and embraced again.
When the detached, Timpani left to get ready for work, leaving Blumiere at his desk.
He got the books he needed and sat down, opening to the dogeared pages.
All the books were from the dimension he was currently in, and provided very little information about the whole dimensional space. The two books that actually were closest to the truth were a Pokemon Platinum guide book and a National Geographic volume called ' Worm Holes, Dimensional Planes, and Time Travel.'
Blumiere had found an interesting section in the Nat and had kept it as his best resource.
On one page of the chapter, there was a diagram of a worm hole. It was on a 3-D plane and sank into a cone shape, the squares of the plane getting smaller as they neared the tip of the cone.
The tip of the cone was on a wall, then on the other side of the wall appeared again, opening up to make another cone on the other side of the wall.
The picture labeled the tip as ' the dimensional gap', the wall, ' the wall of a dimension' ( go figure ), and the two cones ' the worm hole entry way and exit.'
Underneath the diagram was this caption:
' The worm hole is a complex feature in our universe, its abilities uncontrollable and locations targeted at random. Invisible to the dimensional plane of our eyes, worm holes come and go and are never seen and chances of ever entering one is once in a thousands lifetimes. As well as rare, worm holes are dangerous, composed of unstable atoms which give it constant movement. If one was to enter a worm hole, return is near impossible because you can only enter a worm hole one way, the entrance in your dimension...'
Blumiere had read over this more times than he could count. He understood it well, but how to achieve controllable dimensional travel as his mortal self was what he couldn't figure out. He gave a frustrated sigh.
He pulled out some more books, so deep in thought and determination he knew he was going to be here awhile.
…
The sky was several shades of orange, red, purple and pink. Silhouettes of towering skyscrapers stood against the colorful horizon. Late afternoon traffic buzzed by on the busy highway, headlights lighting up reflective building windows and filling the air with noise.
Two girls walked town the sidewalk, laughing and smiling while avoiding passer-by's.
" Then I was like, ' Oh my god! Justin Beiber, look!' and, girl, you shoulda seen them all look! Like a bunch of lemmings! Wha ha ha ha ha ha!" The darker complected girl telling the story burst into laughter, her smile as high as it could go on her face.
The fair skinned girl with two stubbish pig tails also laughed while making fangirl imitations.
" I still don't get how they can adore a guy who, like, doesn't even write his own songs. And half of the time, Beiber isn't even singing! It's some deep voiced queer!" Explained the fair skinned girl.
" I know, right?" Agreed the darker one.
Their conversation sounded exactly like a Facebook chat.
The girls approached a newish apartment complex. They entered into the lobby/lounge, turned into a hall, then entered a sleek black elevator.
Arriving on the third floor, the girls got out and came up to a numbered door.
" I had a freakin' awesome time today! I hope Derek is still alive!" One girl joked.
They both laughed and then hugged.
" See ya tomorrow, Isabella!"
" You too, Coco!"
Isabella unlocked the door to her parents apartment and went inside giving Coco one last wave.
Coco waved back as she walked back to the elevator.
Returning to the first floor, Coco already felt a bit lonely. It had been a couple hours since the group of friends went home, one by one. Isabella being last, Coco offered to walk her home.
Pushing open the wooden door of the complex and walking out onto the sidewalk, a chilly late afternoon wind swirled around Coco, leaving her with goosebumps. Outside it had darkened leaving only purples and dark blues in the dusk sky. Street lights began to flicker on.
Coco started walking home, holding her arms over her chest to try and keep warm. Even though it was summer, it still got cold in New York at night, but it was colder than usual tonight.
Crossing the street to the familiar super mall, she noticed something by one of the parking lot foliage trees. Coco squinted, trying to see what it was but it was no use.
She looked out to the direction of her house, debating whether or not she should go home or see what this thing was.
" Curiosity killed the cat..." The girl muttered, going over to the strange object anyways.
After going through the empty parking lot, Coco came to the concrete island by a row of parking spaces. The island had a singular, leafy oak tree in its center. In the shadows on the ground under the tree, was an outline of a rectangle, made of some dark leather. It had red, unfilled squares around the edge of the cover that practically glowed.
The large, scarlet gem in the middle though, is what got Coco's attention. It was like a deep blood red ruby, having a seemingly deadly beauty.
" Whoa..." Coco breathed, amazed. " What kinda book is this. I've never seen anything like it..." She crouched down, examining the book some more.
" It looks like a gothic diary, almost." She thought for a moment. " Nah, it's a bit eviler."
Suddenly, she had a strong urge to touch it. Coco resisted, but it was as though the book called to her.
She slowly reached down to it. Apon contact, a cold and sinister spark flew into Coco's fingers. She yelped and pulled her hand back, rubbing her shocked finger tips. After the pain subsided, a pleasurable feeling of evil settled into Coco.
She wanted more.
This time unafraid, Coco grabbed the book by the spine, bringing it into the yellowish parking lot light.
It was less dark looking now and the gem not nearly as pretty, but she didn't care. The feeling of lustrous evil played around her soul.
" It...It's like...a drug...you get high from...but don't get stupid..." Coco whispered as the surge went through her. She smiled evilly.
The book went flying to the ground. Coco panted from shock and effort from throwing the book. She began to shake.
" What the hell was that..." She quietly said, trembling. " I wasn't myself at all. Like I was consumed by...power hunger... Lost in it. And it was so hard to stop the flow, even just from holding it for a few seconds."
Coco glanced at the book again.
" I can't just leave it here..." She said, getting up and standing a respectable distance from it.
Inching toward the book, Coco reached out her hand. A cold wind blew past her. Every hair on her body stood.
She was about to touch the book when a voice, quiet and cold like the wind before it, whispered in her ear.
" Now what, my dear, would you expect to do with such a dark novel...?"
If voices had faces, this one would definitely be smiling...
Well, how was it? Comment to let me know! If it was good, I'll publish the nest chapter!