What up, people? Name MoonlitMelody, Mel for short, and as you can tell, this is my first story. *throws confetti on everyone*
Anyway, I've never been confident in my abilities as a writer, but I wanted to be a Beta really badly (something about editing other people's work gives me a warm, fuzzy feeling inside ^-^). Apparently the site requires people to write 5 stories or publish 6000 words before they can apply to be a Beta. NOT FAIR!!! ToT
So that's where this story comes in. In my fit of despair, a plot bunny for a super crack fic took root in my mind, and I just had to write it! This will be a multi-chap story where I will torture the characters in various (and hopefully hilarious)ways .
So please enjoy this prologue!
Disclaimer: Hoshino-sensei is my idol, not my employee. Therefore, I don't own D. Gray-Man. But I do own Mel, Lys, and this plot, so if you try to steal them, I'll run you over with my daddy's brand-new truck. =)
"Ow, why does my head hurt so much?" a confused girl thought aloud as she picked herself off the ground.
The girl looked just like your typical teenager; she had dark brown hair that hung just below her shoulders with matching brown eyes. Her olive complexion was pretty even except for the occasional pimple (which she adamantly denied she had), and she was of average stature. She was even wearing jeans and a cute turquoise top that she bought at Abercrombie & Fitch. She looked just like any other 15 year old American girl. Which made this situation all the more strange.
"Ok, where the hell am I?!" she yelled, a hint of panic…okay, a lot of panic in her voice.
As far as the eye could see, there was nothing but pitch black. And not the kind that you expect on moonless nights out in the middle of nowhere. No, this was just plain, empty darkness, with no distinction between sky and ground.
Shaking from fear, the young woman got to her feet and wracked her brain for any clues as to what she was doing there.
"Let's see…last night I was invited to a party by my friend, Aya…we showed up and started dancing the Electric Slide…then Ivan challenged me to a pixie stix, coke, and cookie eating contest…" Blood rushed to the girl's cheeks as the rest of that night came back to her. "Note to self: don't get high on sugar and caffeine, borrow somebody's pogo stick, and try to hop from the roof of the house to the Burger King down the street."
After shaking her head to get rid of the blush on her cheeks, she let out a tired sigh. "Great, that probably means I'm in a coma at the hospital. This is just perfect. How the hell am I supposed to study for midterms now?!" she screamed into the emptiness around her, grabbing the roots of her hair in frustration.
As the teenager tried to figure out how you're supposed to wake up from a coma, a mysterious voice interrupted her.
"MoonlitMelody, great fanfic authoress of the future, you have been chosen," the voice chanted.
Not expecting the company, the girl let out a high-pitched scream and jumped a full 2 feet into the air.
"Be not afraid. I mean you no harm," the voice spoke, trying to allay the young woman's obvious fear.
However, its words were left unheard as thousands of thoughts stormed through the teenager's head. "What's going on?! Who spoke just now? How do they know my name?" she frantically thought. Then a new idea popped into her head. "Wait a minute. I woke up in an empty, black abyss with no way out, and a disembodied voice suddenly starts calling me the chosen one? That can only mean one thing..."
To the voice's surprise, the girl's face suddenly sported a humongous, toothy grin and wide eyes with anime-style sparkles in them. Even more surprising were the words that followed said expression: "OMG, you're that all-powerful, omniscient voice that helps the heroes in all of my favorite video games! I'm a huuuuuggggeeee fan! Can I have your autograph?!" And seemingly out of nowhere, a pen and paper appear in the fangirl's outstretched hands.
The (apparently famous) voice sweatdropped at the girl's bizarre request. "One minute she's shaking with fear, the next she's asking for my autograph." The voice shook its head in disbelief. "Why do I always get the crazy ones?" it asked itself.
"…and how can I sweatdrop and shake my head if I'm a disembodied voice?"
Deciding to ponder this thought another time, the voice shook its head again and turned its attention to the still-beaming girl.
Trying to hide the annoyance in its voice, the all-knowing being said, "No, you cannot have an autograph. Especially since I have no hands with which to sign my name." At this, the girl's expression changed from absolute glee to dejected disappointment.
"Anyway," the voice continued, "MoonlitMelody, you have been –"
"Call me 'Mel'," the girl told the voice.
"What?"
"Please call me 'Mel'," the girl asked with a straight face. "MoonlitMelody is what my mom calls me," she added with a look of discomfort. However, this was quickly replaced by an expression of curiosity. "What should I call you? 'Big, awesome voice' sounds too impersonal."
"…my name is … Lys?" the voice responded.
"Ok, so Lys, why am I here?" Mel asked in an almost serious tone that caught Lys completely off guard.
"Well, you have been chosen by God himself to wield His most prized possession, the Gilded Pen. This is a great honor that is only bestowed upon the most worthy of literary geniuses every 100 years. It means that even God has seen the beauty of your work and wishes that you leave a permanent mark in the universe that He himself created so many eons ago."
Despite her best efforts to try to pay attention, Mel couldn't comprehend one thing that was coming out of Lys' non-existent mouth. She was too busy trying not to laugh at the tone in the being's voice that just screamed, "I have a Napoleon Complex. Come see how important I am and bow at my feet."
Unfortunately, Mel's efforts were in vain as she fell into a fit of hysterics at how Lys had said the word "eons."
"Ne, why are you laughing?!" the voice screamed out in a tone befitting a prom queen who had just had bug juice poured on her head. Unsurprisingly, Mel just laughed harder, rolling and pounding on the floor in an effort to regain control of her rebelling diaphragm.
After 5 long minutes of laughing, Mel finally managed to calm down. Sitting upright and wiping the tears from her eyes, she soon realized that the sound of Lys' whining had been replaced with a killer aura emanating from all sides.
Trying to sound sincere, Mel said, "Er, I am soooooo sorry about that. I don't know what came over me. Please forgive me!" This was where Mel would normally latch onto the leg of whoever she was apologizing to and cry for mercy. Realizing that she couldn't use the same strategy with a voice, she just got on her knees and cried.
"Er…" What was Lys supposed to do now? She had reduced one of God's chosen ones to tears. "Ugh, don't even want to think about what my punishment will be if He finds out what I did," she thought with a shiver. "Hey, stop crying. It's alright, I'm not that angry. See?" The voice smiled to show just how much Mel was overreacting only to realize that voices can't smile.
Even so, Mel somehow managed to pick up on the gesture, a grateful grin replacing her streams of tears.
"Good, now then, back to business...did you hear anything I said 6 minutes ago?" Lys asked in a tone that reminded the teen very much of her mother.
"O-of course!" Mel stuttered in response. Despite her obvious lack of eyes, Lys' stare somehow seemed to be focused on Mel, who was squirming uncomfortably.
After what seemed like an eternity (but was really only 15 seconds), Mel's façade cracked and she screamed, "Ok, I didn't hear a single word you said! Just STOP STARING AT ME!!!"
"I thought so," Lys said, smirking at the pout on the girl's face. "I'll tell you again, but this time, try to pay attention."
"Okay!" responded the teenager a little too enthusiastically. She sat down and stared up at the ceiling in a way that reminded Lys of a 5 year old who was being shown a piece of candy.
Resisting the urge to sweatdrop, she began a shortened version of its spiel: "You've been given an all-powerful tool called the Gilded Pen. This pen can be used to alter reality in any way you like in any fictional universe you like. It's like playing the Sims, but much more interactive. However, you only get to keep the pen for 7 days. After that, you'll be teleported back to your world. Any questions?"
After taking a minute to digest everything she had just been told, Mel responded, "So I can change anything I want in any universe I want?"
"That's right. Now, where d-"
But Lys didn't get the chance to finish as she was interrupted by an ear-shattering, "KYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!"
The bodyless being stared on in disbelief as the girl started running around in circles, flailing her arms, and screaming, "OMG! This is amazing! This is a fangirl's dream! Somebody pinch me! No wait, don't do that; if this is a dream, I don't want it to end yet!"
"Earth to Mel! Control your fangirl fit!" Lys yelled to be heard over the girl's rant.
"I'm sorry, it's just so…so…amazing," Mel sighed as stars twinkled in her eyes.
"Sure…well…here's the pen," Lys said as a bright light filled the area, forcing Mel to close her eyes. When she opened them, she found a golden quill and ink well in her hand.
"To use the Gilded Pen, all you have to do is write whatever you want to happen somewhere, and your words will become fictional law," Lys said in her haughty, Napoleon voice.
"Um?"
"What?"
"… I don't like writing with old fashioned pens," Mel admitted while staring at her shoes; she was too embarrassed to look Lys in the face (not that she had a face, but you get the idea). "Whenever I use them, I spill all the ink on my pants." Now a blush graced Mel's cheeks as her embarrassment rose.
Lys groaned. "I swear, no one knows how to use a real pen anymore. It's disgraceful!" She started rubbing her temples and muttering something about "kids these days." After regaining her composure, Lys chanted some Latin incantation, another bright light shone, and a solid gold laptop laid where the pen once was.
"Wow, is this real gold?!" Mel asked as she examined the yellow object in her hands.
"Yep. And as a bonus, you get to keep the laptop (minus the magical powers) when the week is over. You don't mind laptops, do you?"
"Of course not!" Mel exclaimed. She was as happy as a kid in a candy store until…
"Holy fudge, it's a Mac?!" Now she was as happy as a kid in Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory.
"Okay, so now you have the equipment. To use the Mac's powers, open the "iAuthor" program. I'll let you decide where you want to go. Oh, and I'll be accompanying you to make sure you don't destroy the space-time continuum or something stupid like that," Lys added.
"M'kay," Mel said as she turned on her Mac. "Hmmm, where should I go?" the teen mentally questioned.
"Oh, I know…" A smile spread across Mel's face at her latest idea, but it wasn't the stupid one she was wearing before during her fangirl moment. This one screamed "evil fangirl; approach at your own risk".
"Now I can finally visit my fav manga location of all time: the Black Order."
So, did you like it? Hate it? Stunned speechless by it? I'll take any and all responses, so please review!
Sorry about the length of the prologue. I didn't want to make it into 2 chapters and…well…yeah...
Chapter 1 is already in the works, and it will have the D. Gray-Man cast in it. THIS I SWEAR!!! *strikes epic pose*
And fyi, this story is completely un-beta'd and is being posted directly from my laptop. Afterall, if I can't publish a decent story by myself, how can I help somebody else publish theirs?