So, I made another update from procrastination... ;p I hope you'd enjoy it.

I do not own -Man, Katsura Hoshino does.


Black, everything was black.

It was the black that she was so familiar with.

The black that holds nothing, yet seems infinite.

A mumble, a groan.

'What…Where am I?' She thought.

The inaudible sound grew.

'Okay, I'm now sure someone spiked the Earl Grey I drank.'

"…against…. law…" "…is…her.."

She tried to move, but her body was still. The space around her was suffocating.

'I'm probably dreaming and am positioned face first on the pillow.' She listed off.

"…she…opinion..on this."As the voice mumbled this, the pressure on her lifted, which made her fall, face first on the cold hard ground.

'Okay, this must be another one of my weird dreams. I swear.' She thought as she regained her strength and cautiously lifted herself up.

"Who are you, and the fuck do you want this time?" Were the first words she spat towards the figures. She wasn't afraid, as she was convinced that this was a dream..The sensation was similar.

Silence greeted her.

Meanwhile the figures were in a frenzy.

'The fuck is the brat? Wasn't she scared a while ago?'

'*****, what the hell did you do to her!? '

'The hell does she mean by' this time?''

'*****!?'

A cough resounded in the area. A separate figure stood up, dusted the imaginary dust off itself, and eyed its companions with a look that said, 'I'll explain later".

"Well, what we are isn't your concern for the moment." She shot them a blank look, annoyed.

"Now, now don't be hasty, how does a change of environment help?" The figure continued. She was unfazed.

"Right then," A snap was heard, and the scenery changed to an endless white.

She looked around and scanned the area, nonchalantly as if she had expected the motion. Her gaze then rested upon 5 individuals, all of them dressed in white.

She sighed. Of all the things she decided to do was-sigh. This irked the group more.

"I repeat, what are you?"

"As previously said, it is none of your concern but, I suppose you could say that we're of one kind."She raised an eyebrow, but accepted the explanation. Most of her dreams are usual like this.

"What am I to do and what is the plot this time?" She continued, and sat cross-legged on the white marble flooring.

"Ah… I suppose you are mistaken this time. This is not a dream." The figure replied with a Cheshire cat grin.

"Observe." The figure made a motion and they were in a classic Victorian hallway. "Open the window." It commanded. She stood up and followed the order, still unconvinced by what the figure said.

She felt the cold metal on her fingertips, which was not odd for her dreams and opened it.

There was a festival going on, and she looked back at the figure, wondering what's different.

"Haven't you notice, everything's too detailed. You can hear me, smell the fresh air, feel the marble and.." The figure landed a hit on her cheek, causing it to bleed. "Taste the copper in your blood." You have all your senses with you, do you not?"

"But I have no memory of this place, whereas I do have the memory of where I came from. So, you can't convince me that there are two realities." She said, as she continued to enjoy the view.

"Or do you now? Are you really sure you came from the world you specify?"

"Of course not," Her reply startled the figure. "We can't really tell apart what's what but, if we keep thinking about all the odds, what ifs and what is, we would just be confusing ourselves and eventually go insane. We would need to decide on what we believe in, and what we think is real. Not about what is real."

"You never fail to amuse me," the figure stated "but what is an opinion would still be an opinion that is not necessarily true."

"Your point?"

"You did not come from your world. You were there by mistake."

'What?'

"What do you mean by that!?" Her gut started to feel twisted and insecurity wrapped around her.

"Now, now. Don't be shocked. I've told you that ten years ago, remember? We made a contract, and it's due."

"What?.. ARH!" Pain shot through her and she fell, grasping her head, black miasma evaporated around her. The figure then morphed back into the creature that she had encountered 10 years ago, when she was a child.

"D-damn you.." Was her last words as darkness consumed her once more.


"Really now Blake, you have some serious explaining to do." A female red head said as she appeared from behind.

"Ah…about that.." The concentrated black cloud dissipated and revealed a young striking male.

"And you better start now." Another figure appeared, this one was a tall buff male.

"Ah….uh, where are the others?" Blake asked.

"Don't evade the question!"


It was cold, why was it so cold?

Drip…drip..

She coughed, and her eyelids fluttered open, it was raining.

Where am I?

Shakily, she tried to get up, despite the ache she felt while doing so. She rubbed her temples and glance towards her open palm. It was dirtied with mud and traces of red.

What happened?

She looked up and saw rubble all around her; grey smoke was still rising from a nearby house.

An explosion?

A distant shout was heard, but she ignored it. Too immersed in trying to find out what happened.

I was.. in my room.. and then..

"Arg!" She screamed. Her head throbbed. She could not remember anything else.

Something cold held her shoulder, and by instincts, she spun around and grabbed the offender by the neck with one hand, witth the other grasping her aching head.

"Ah! Uh… please let go of me..I won't do any harm! I was just trying to help you! I swear!" The person pleads. He had silver eyes and hair.

He seems familiar. She continued to glare at the stranger, but soften her hold. Why though?

Sensing the confusion on her eyes, the male spoke up.

"You were injured, and I wanted to help you. The akuma's already gone."

"A..kuma..?" She croaked. Why does it sounds so familiar...?

"Yeah, that's what they're called."

She suddenly felt a sharp pain pierce through her head and fell forward, unconscious again.

"The hell's hogging you moyashi!?" A samurai welding blunette strode towards the albino, pissed. When he realized the younger was not following him. They were already injured by their previous fight and the rain was worsening his mood.

"We can't afford to waste time on a random injured bystander! There are people payed for that!"

"Shut up Bakanda!" The white head retorted at the insult. "Besides, I think I found the innocence and its wielder." Allen motioned towards the reaction of the innocence shard, he found earlier; towards the female.

"Che."


I hope this was okay... I didn't really intended on widening the plot this much...

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