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Chapter two: Breathe in, look again and don't scream
Hyperventilating is bad, bad, baaaaad, breathe in deeply, breathe in deeeeeeeeply. Now, open your eyes slowly and look again, nop. It's still pink.
I think I might be the first case ever of Amnesia without previous trauma in the world, go me!
Resolutely resolved to follow the course of this batshit crazy whatever trough, I tilted my head to get a closer look to the pink...thingy. And then, just like that all came back to me.
Metaphorically, of course, don't let anything go easy for Diana, wouldn't be good if she got used to it; my brain was bombarded with a barrage of information coming at me at supersonic speed making me feel nauseus and painfully stabbing the back of my head. Dazed, I grab the corner of my bedside table while I try to compose myself. My heads seems to want to explode while it tries to reconcile my memories with this new wave of artificial-not-mine memories, that show me things I'm sure I've never done before.
With my eyes tearing up I sit down again in my bed, the pain has left as soon as it came, but now I have huge lots of strange, foreign information in my mind. I... according to this new memories, I lived in Spain until I was three, when we moved to Japan because of...business?...yes, and now, we have moved again, to Tokyo 'cause my parents had finally bought a house there and...ah! because the educational level where I've been attending up 'till now, had dropped to the mud these last few years what with the changes in the teaching staff and the free admision of know-no-japanese people. Wait a moment... since when do I exactly speak japanese?
Anyway, it seems the private school I'm going to be attending from this year onwards, has the best educational system in Tokyo and the teaching staff was supposed to be the best too; furthermore they are very particular regarding the matter of accepting students, that is positive too because that way I won't have to worry about illiterates or buffoons. Well, no more than usual.
The uniform is this... odd because one of the old pupils of this school, now a famous modist, had designed it, so it hasn't got the horrible cut to make girl's figures seem aesthecally unpleasant, it's more like a skirt you would go for in a shopping spree. It's pink (and short...) but I was given a choice between a white or black shirt, opting for the second option and...
-What the heck are you doing, Diana? This is your first day at school and you're gonna be late, get moving!-shouts my mother from what I supose must be the kitchen. My god, what a roar.
-I'm up, I'm up!
Dressing us fast as possible, I run to the bathroom. In the mirror, my tired eyes don't wanna open anymore, I'm absolutely not a morning person and sleeping has always been one of my guilty pleasures (one I can't live without), not that I am actually allowed to sleep in a lot even in the weekends, tcht, make the most of my day, bull!
Nonetheless, I finish dressing up and go looking for my contact lenses (I hate glasses and without the lens I can't see worth shit)and...pause, rewind, halt. I've seen perfectly my bedroom without using anything, anything at all. The hand grabbing the brush becomes lax and the other one squeezes the washbashin cold ceramic in a futile attempt to anchor myself to reality. I can see, see perfectly well. Oh, my god...oh my god...
A new, and infinitely more impatient call, coming from my dad this time, jumpstarts my engine again, so shaking the shock off, I re-grab the fallen brush and go to the kitchen devouring all within sight while I try to disentangle my hair (thank god it's straight; long, but straight), leaving all this traumatizing matters in a far, far corner in my mind to ponder or brood over later , whichever suits me best. It's not that I'm not glad about actually being able to see (I'm thrilled), but I'm what you would call a realist, and this spells trouble for me in the foreseeable future.
Nobody miraculously recovers her sight, and finds herself kicked into another dimension or whatever this is, just because, if I'm here someone must have brought me, if someone did brought me, I'm part of a plan; but who's that someone, what's the plan and why am I here are questions I don't have the answers for... yet. The only two explanations are that I'm either in coma and this is all in my mind which is the plausible one, or this is actually happening and nobody bothered to gave me the memo.
I mean, shit, in all those going into another dimension fics of every fandom I've ever read, the protagonists all had more information about the things going on than me. I only know on thing for sure; something really strange is going on. I feel the beginning of a headache coming my way and whine.
My mom smiles at me while handing me my morning coffee, ahh, coffee, what would I do without daily dose of caffeine... With her chin on her hand, she laughs at the picture I make while stuffing myself. My dad, right beside her, is already finishing his coffee and he salutes me with his cup.
I would usually talk with my parents a bit before leaving, but right now I'm in a hurry and most certainly not up for conversation, so with a few kisses sent their way after I've brushed my teeth, I grab my bag on the way out and run as fast as the wind 'till the bus stop. And thank god I've run, 'cause otherwise I would have had to go to school running all the way (arriving late in my first day is not an option) and I'm not really up to more nasty surprises; whole other dimension thingy has been more than enough, thanks.
The bus, to my amazement, is almost empty, and the pupils there are obviously younger than me. Sighing, I go over the first empty place I can find with the window seat free, and looking outside I try to relax. Whatever will come, I'll face it.
... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ...
I'm right outside one of the classrooms waiting for the teacher who has given me a tour around the school to finish talking, while trying to ready myself to give a good impression to my new classmates. I bit my lip while surrepticially fixing my clothes.
-...well. Is that okay with you? They are a very wonderful group, you'll get along well.
...Famous last words.
I should start paying more attention, but well, usually my charming personality is more than enought to help me out of almost any situation (I'm not being conceited, it's a talent I've worked hard for in family and work dinners and other snobbish matters). By the way, talking to the school headmaster is a walk in the park for me and I'd prefer to do that a thousand times over having to talk to people my age, I get so nervous. If they are older than me (over forty it's best) I have them all eating out of my hand. People my age are a real problem for me excepting those that are in need of help.
-... chi Minamino-kun ...
Instant red flags and screeching alarms both ring and flare in my head.
-Excuse me-I interrupt the teacher-Would you mind saying that again, please?
-Ah, yes, of course, if you've got any problems go to Suichi Minamino-kun, he is the pride of our school, a kind, polite boy...
Ay, sweet mother of god, tell me that this is not what I think, please, pleaaaaaaase. If it's really him and Hiei is somewhere around here, I'm going to be disemboweled before I can get enough air to scream! If it wasn't so busy fending off a panic attack I would have sweatdropped, she was fangirling alright, I could almost see the hearts floating around her love-struck face.
-...but unfortunately he is not coming lately because of personal reasons. His mother is incredibly sick and, well...-cue for a heavy pause-Let's go.
With my mind still fuzzy with the possible implications of being smack in the middle of the fictional series YYH I walk to the center of the class in a daze.
The teacher claps her hands twice and then waits until we both have the total attencion of my fellow students.
-This is your new classmate, she's spanish but she's been living in Japan for a long time, so don't bother her with nonesensical questions-then she turns 'till she's facing me and adds-Introduce yourself and tell us something about you, please.
Cue me. Time to shine...
-My name is Diana and I've moved here recently for personal matters. Hope we get along.
...or not. I'm not really good at this things...
Pause. Whisper. I might have given too short an introduction, but, what's done it's done. In my reality, not in this virtual definitelly strange reality I'm living now, if you were new you didn't have to be given the third degree, no matter what my new memories say.
-Diana-san, please sit down behind Inoichi-kun. Inoichi-kun, raise your hand, please.
A guy raises his hand and I sit behind him. I look around me incredously, where are the rest of my classmates? are there no girls in my class?
As if she were reading my mind, the teacher blushes and answers my unspoken question.
-Diana-san, forgive the absence of the girls. I'm sure they would have come if they had known about you, but with Suichi-kun gone... well, you know.
I think my face adequately expresses how little I understand what she's saying, but it's irrelevant. I hear the lesson start and get comfortable. There are many hours to go before school ends.
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