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It all began on a sunny day...

Well, that's a little too cliched, isn't it? I mean, not all stories start with warm sunny days, let's be realistic. But then, this story will probably seem all too unrealistic and too "cliched" for any of you to wrap your heads around. I won't lie, none of this makes any sense, but alas...it's all true.

Maybe I should just be blunt about it.

It all began with a box. Yes, a box. Said box arrived on my doorstep on a not so sunny day in late Spring on a Saturday. Being a "nerd" or, as some might say, a fangirl, my interests range from gaming to comics to anime and manga. This might give you an idea of what exactly was in this box, or being more precise now, package.

It certainly wasn't a body pillow, if that's what you're thinking.

Inside this package was three items, one of which had very high value. Now, when I say "value" I don't mean it's highly collectable. What I mean is that it would be a life-changer. Honestly.

No, this is not some magical girl "Pretty Sammy" type thing or a Tenchi Muyo spin-off, thank you very much.

This "life-changer" of an item happened to be Naruto merchandise. An "authentic" ninja scroll that had come free with my purchase. I had won it because I had made the 1,000th purchase of the month or something. It didn't really matter to me at the time because what I really wanted were the other items in the package: my Naruto Akatsuki necklace, Kuroshitsuji Phantomhive ring and authentic visual kei merchandise.

In fact, I completely ignored the thing until it just soughta fell on the floor and rolled open.

I picked it up, looking at the now open scroll and read the red writing on it aloud. "Congradulations. You are the Chosen One to pave the way for the Fangirls of the World."

I smirked at bit.

"Oh?" I asked, aloud.

"Yes," the scroll replied.

I gasped.

It had talked. Wow. I was definently dreaming.

"You are not dreaming, if that's what you are thinking," the scroll said, as if reading my thoughts.

"Well," I replied. "Then explain to me what's going on."

I decided that, if I was dreaming, I'd better make the most of it. If not, that was even better.

Now, as I was thinking this, the scroll turned into a pretty girl in traditional Japanese clothing.

Yeah, I didn't ever say this wasn't somewhere along the lines of a Tenchi Muyo spin off.

Anyways, this young woman had long, pink hair, and these oddly pretty, topaz-colored eyes.

"Hello," she said. "I'm Sukuro-ru."

"Your name is 'Scroll?'" I giggled.

"I didn't choose that name! And I am a scroll, after all."

"Of course, of course. But let's cut to the chase: How in the world will I pave the way for these 'Fangirls of the World?'"

Sukuro-ru smiled and clapped her hands together. With a puff of smoke, a little, purple baton-like object appeared in front of me.

Yeah, I know.

I took it in my hand and laughed aloud. "What, am I Sailor Moon now?"

"No," Sukuro-ru replied. "Of course not! With that baton, you can create a whole other dimension to fulfil your wildest fangirl dreams. It's a very special thing. Best of all, no time will pass in any other dimension while yours is functioning."

"No way."

"Yes way."

Suddenly, I had an epiphany.

It all made sense. A place where fangirls are in control. That was just amazing.

Since that moment, with the help of the Internet, I gathered an elite group of fangirls from all over the world. And it's still growing to this day.

Now, many, especially the bishounen, know that a hell exists. For them anyways. For us, it's Heaven.

A/N: Thanks for reading the prologue. :)