Life amongst the Dangerous

Yay! New fic! Enjoy, please NO flaming … this is my first time attempting a Varia story … so yeah.

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Chapter 1 – Take heed of forewarnings

Sura was just minding her own business, shopping for groceries, when she had a weird feeling in her chest. It was a feeling that something extremely weird or something bad would soon happen. But she ignored it. After all, she was just grocery shopping. She was right – nothing particularly notable happened the rest of the day.

She woke up the next morning, the weird feeling still lodged uncomfortably in her chest. It was then that Sura began taking note of it. She searched her room, for anyone or anything that may have been hiding in there. There was nothing. So she ignored the feeling again.

Today was her birthday anyway. Today, she turned fifteen. Today, was the 11th of July.

Sura pulled on a pair of comfortable camo pants and a white hoodie. She tied her waist-length black hair into a high ponytail. She stared at herself in the bathroom mirror. Sharp, dark-brown eyes. A pretty normal appearance. She was a bit on the short side – 156 cm. As long as she didn't look weird to herself, she was happy. She did not like standing out, so she chose to wear non-fashionable clothes, and didn't bother changing her hairstyle every day, much to her friends' dismay.

Since she lived by herself, she felt there was no need to celebrate her birthday. She never told anyone when her birthday was, either. She didn't enjoy being hugged to death by classmates who always liked to hug her since they knew she didn't like hugs. But her classmates were nice. She just didn't like hugs. She'd never been on a date in her whole life either. More like, nobody dared to ask her out. Her usual expression was one of seriousness, even though she wasn't that serious a person. Guys were afraid of being rejected. But she didn't know that. In short, she was quite anti-social and plain.

It was only 6:30 am, but Sura was an early sleeper and early riser. She loved going outside for walks in the cool morning air. Checking her circle-shaped locket was in her pocket, she grabbed her old but durable white sneakers and locked the front door.

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And now, here is an explanation of why Sura lives alone at the age of fifteen.

Last year, on her fourteenth birthday, her parents, younger brother and sister, all left the house to secretly by her a birthday present that had only come out in the shops that morning. Her aunt came over to look after her. However, in the afternoon, when the four still had not returned, the aunt phoned her brother, Sura's father. When she walked back into the lounge room where Sura had been watching television, her face was pale.

"Aunty?" Sura had asked, concerned. "What's wrong?"

Her aunt had placed her shaking hands on Sura's shoulders. "Sura, darling … your parents and siblings … were in a car accident."

Sura felt her heart stop for a second. "… And?"

"They … are currently in hospital."

The two had immediately driven to the hospital. After a night of pure torture, of waiting for news about her family, a nurse came out of the surgery room. She looked terribly downcast. Sura asked quietly. "Yes?"

The nurse looked at her sadly. "I'm sorry."

Both Sura and her aunt collapsed right there.

Not one had survived the fatal car crash. Apparently, the drunken man driving his truck in the wrong direction had also died.

When Sura had woken up again, she remembered the strange feeling in her chest she'd felt the night before. Then she broke down in tears.

Her aunt moved into the house with Sura. A week afterwards, they attended the funeral of her father, mother, brother and sister. It was during the funeral that the aunt, who hadn't slept for days, tripped over, and hit her head on a tombstone. It might sound funny, but it was certainly not. Her head cracked open. Blood poured out. Sura had frozen in fear, in fear of being completely alone forever. She had no other relatives that she knew of. An ambulance had been rushed to the cemetery, but it was too late. Her aunt had already joined the rest of Sura's family in heaven.

Sura had refused on selling the house and living in an orphanage. So she began working, and somehow managed to survive and pay the bills. It was then that sadness was added into her list of facial expressions.

The round locket that Sura carried around with her 24/7 contained a photo of her with her family and aunt. It was the most precious thing to her.

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Sura breathed in the fresh air and closed her eyes. She was sitting on a park bench. For some reason, the feeling in her chest was becoming rather painful. She wondered if she was going to soon be joining her family in the sky. If she was, she wouldn't mind. All of a sudden, there was a flash. Her eyes fluttered open. It had been a flash that seemed like it had come from inside her head. She rubbed her temples. What was wrong with her today?

Suddenly, the air three metres in front of her rippled. She blinked. What the heck? There was a loud rrriiiiippp sound. The air, had ... split? What on earth was happening? She rubbed her eyes this time. Was she going crazy? Was she hallucinating?

"VVOOOOOOIIIIII!" There was a loud roar. Sura scrambled off the bench and hid behind it. Was it a dinosaur? She looked around. Luckily, there was nobody else at the park.

"Ushishishishi. Shut up." No! It wasn't a dinosaur! There were people coming out of the rip.

"Squ-chan! Bel-chan! Stop arguing! We'll scare her!"

First, something that looked like a blade came out. Then a hand. Then the rip was ripped even further. Sura peeked through the holes in the bench incredulously. "Should I … run?" she thought. "But this is interesting."

She could see a group of bickering people standing inside the hope in the air. A … man? With long silver hair … and a sword. Gulp. A … teenage boy? With a fringe that was far too long … and multiple knives in his hands. Gulp. A … man? With sunglasses and a colourful Mohawk … with huge, toned muscles. Gulp. Another man with spiked black hair, with … lots of dangerous-looking umbrellas on his back. Gulp. And a … floating baby? This day was becoming weirder and weirder. Sura thought, "Living by myself has finally made me mental."

Even if she wanted to run, she was glued to the spot with something akin to fear.

The long-haired man swung his sword down. Sura closed her eyes, thinking she was dead meat. When she realised she was still alive, she opened her eyes slowly, to find the bench she had been sitting on cut perfectly in half, and the people staring at her with a range of expressions.

"You, girl. Come with us," the silver-haired man looked at her, thinking "is this really the right person?"

"Uh … me?" Sura shivered.

"Who else would I be talking to?" He shouted, making her flinch.

"SO LOUD!" she thought as she grimaced. "Why?"

"Oh for goodness sake I don't know! Just come! That damned boss told us to bring you back with us! We don't know why either!"

The blond-haired person with a long fringe grinned at her.

"Creepy." She looked away. "Why is he wearing a tiara? Or is he a 'she'?"

"Ushishishi. If you don't come, we'll kill you."

The silver-haired man whacked the blond's head. "Idiot! If you kill her, we're all dead!"

"You wanna die?" the tiara wobbled on the boy's head as he got up off the ground, pointing knives at the man who had hit him.

"Maa maa! Don't fight! Don't fight! Can't you guys see we're scaring her?" the Mohawk man chided.

The Mohawk man was indeed correct. The reason why Sura had not run off already was because she was so scared she couldn't even stand up. She didn't understand why, but the aura the group were letting off felt extremely dangerous.

The man with long hair picked Sura up by her shirt and hoisted her over his shoulder.

"He-Hey! I can't go with you! I don't even know who you are! Put me down!"

Sura had also been told many times that she was a violent girl. She punched the man's head, making him drop her.

"Ow …" she had landed on her back.

All of a sudden, she found herself tied up with ropes. "Argh? What the hell is going on?"

Struggling, she glanced upwards at the man she had punched, only to find him glaring daggers at her. If looks could kill, she'd be dead.

"Uh, you see, I've been taught many times not to follow random strangers, and I don't know you guys at all. And what the hell was the rip thingy in the air? Why did you come out of it? Where are you even from? Why is that baby floating? Are you guys aliens or something?"

Unknown to Sura, most of them were resisting the urge to bash her up. She continued struggling, to no avail. Unfortunately for her, the ropes only became tighter.

The silver-haired man spoke up. "Voi, I'm really pissed off right now. If you want to stay in one piece, stop asking stupid questions and just come with us. I'll forgive you just this once since we are from another world after all."

Sura gulped. She was gulping a lot today. "Another world? What is he talking about? I can't just go with them!"

"Um, can I say something?"

She saw a vein pop on the man's head, and gulped.

"Go on. But be quick about it. We can't keep boss waiting any longer."

"Okay. Well, I don't know if you're telling the truth about everything, but to be honest, I don't mind leaving this world."

"Then hurry up and come with us!" the man shouted. Sura could tell he was getting more and more impatient.

"Wait. I'm not done yet. I need to know. Are you guys going to harm me in any way? Because if you are, there's no way I'm going with you to wherever."

"VOOOIIIII! WE DON'T KNOW, FOR GOD'S SAKE! HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO SAY? I HAVE NO IDEA WHY BOSS WANTS SUCH A WEAK-LOOKING GIRL IN THE VARIA!" he waved his sword about recklessly, making everybody else jump out of the way.

"… Okay. Also, I live alone, so I need to first sell the house, drop out of school, say bye to my friends, and pack some stuff to bring with me."

"WHAT? NO WAY! THAT WILL TAKE FAR TOO LONG! JUST COME WITH US, ALRIGHT? I'M SURE EVERYTHING WILL BE PROVIDED FOR YOU ANYWAY!"

The blond teenager then grabbed Sura and tossed her into the gaping hole in the air. "O-Oi! Stop it!"

"Ushishi. You have no choice. Even if you scream, nobody will come save you. They won't be able to anyway. We are the Varia. And I am a prince."

"Varia? What the crap is that?" She ignored the 'prince' part. Even if she wanted to scream, she was not sure she knew how. Her voice wasn't high to begin with.

"Don't call the Varia crap!" The tall man with lots of umbrellas yelled.

"Uh, sorry? LET ME GOOOOO!"

But it was no use.

All the men and the baby jumped into the hole after her. The rip rapidly repaired itself. The hole had vanished.

"Damnit." Sura thought, "The weird feeling in my chest was warning me … I'm screwed."

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Heehee, how was it? XD

Should I continue this? If you want me to, please REVIEW. ^^

Uh … I have 5 other fics to update, but this idea just came to me all of a sudden, and I had to write it down. So don't kill me if I don't update for a long while … :') … if u want me to that is. ^^"