So. After I post this chapter, I probably won't post another one for a while until i get a review. I really need a review so I know how to improve my book. Please review!
Also. I'm in an angry mood right now, so that's why this chapter is going to be evil. :D Plus i just finished Hellsing so... Heh
{ • Night's ° POV • }
Night strode through the empty halls of the old Academy, looking around. She had decided to stick around to wait for Shadow to get out of detention. It's the first day of the school year. How could that idiot get into detention already? she thought angrily. She sighed, fixing her hat as she reaches the entrance, looking outside. She put an arm behind her back and hooked her hand around the arm still in front as she walked out of the school, sitting on one of the walls that over-looked the city. Night smiled slightly as she felt a breeze that ruffled her two silver pigtails. She shut her eyes and sighed, smiling. "If only every day could be so..." She trailed off as the breeze vanished, making her open her eyes to look up. What was the word she was looking for? Peaceful? But that would be nonsense. I don't like peace. I hate still things. Night looked behind her, hearing footsteps.
"Wouldn't the word you're looking for be silent?" Night smiled slightly, seeing one of the male meisters in her Resonance Group from the year before.
"Maybe," Night said silently. "How have things been, Jordon?" she asked, looking at the boy. He hadn't changed much - same dark golden hair with cheesy bangs, same calm blue eyes, and his normal attire for the school year - a normal gray t-shirt with the city's name plastered on the front, bulky-like olive-green Navy knee-shorts with a ton of pockets, and his gray round glasses. The only different thing was the knife sheathe attached to the belt loops on his pants, and he had a different color pair of white-and-gray Nikes.
"Normal, I suppose," Jordon said. "Could I sit with you?" he asked. Night nodded, moving closer to the side closer to the stairs as he walked over. "Shadow in detention?" he asked, hopping up onto the wall. He sat next to Night who smiled slightly, trying to conceal a laugh.
"Yeah. It honestly surprises me how many times that idiot can get detention in one week. He's really smart and good at making plans but he's horrible when it comes to school." Jordon laughed.
"That sounds a lot like Evan," Jordon said, looking up at the laughing sun. Night smiled softly, sighing.
"Do you happen to know the time?" Night asked curiously, looking at him. "If Shadow's not out in ten minutes I'd need to go back to the apartment that the two of us share and make something for that idiot," she said. Jordon smirked slightly.
"I do happen to have the time. It's about 3:30, I think. I can't really remember." Night nodded slightly.
"Thanks," she said, looking at the city. "I forgot what it looked like from here," she admitted, admiring the view. Jordon laughed at her but was silenced as soon as Night glared at him. "Stop."
"Sorry..." Jordon muttered. After about nine minutes of awkward silence between the two, Night turned her entire body around and slid off the wall, landing on her feet on the cobble behind the wall.
"I'll see you later, Jordon," Night said waving to him. Jordon waved back as Night walked down the stairs, keeping her eyes on the city. She shut her eyes as she walks down the stairs. Besides the incident this morning, it was pretty quiet. Maybe I should get used to quiet, she thinks, soon appearing into the city.
TIMESKIP
Night laughed, taking her hat off as she set it on her dresser. "Yeah, yeah. I'll see you in the morning, Shadow," she said, waving to her partner as he vanished into his room next to her's. Walking over, Night shut the door then took her pigtails down, sighing slightly. "I hate contacts," she muttered darkly, sitting down on her bed. She looked over at a window in the corner of her room and frowned slightly. Something seemed off. Damn it, Night. You're imagining it. Stop being a baby and go to sleep, she thought angrily. Sighing, she stood up and walked over to her dresser again, pulling out her silver-and-black pajamas. Quickly undressing then redressing, Night puts her school clothes away and walks over to her dresser once more, looking at herself in the mirror. "Just this once..." she muttered to herself under her breath. But last time I took my contacts out to sleep I had that nightmare... Night shook her head. "I'm living in the past again. Wow. Grown up, Night Deathfairy. You're smarter than this," she said. Shaking her head, she took her contacts out and put them in a small circular box. Closing the lid she looks back up, blinking rapidly. Instead of her normal green eyes that the colored contacts provided, she had bright golden eyes. Night smirked slightly. "Some people never get it," she said to herself.
Picking the box up, Night turned around to her bed and walked over, turning the light off as she did so. Placing the box next to her bed on her bedside table, she crawled into bed and shut her now-golden eyes. Goodnight, Death City. I'll see you in the morning... Night thought. She sighed softly as she drifted off into sleep.
Night looked around, narrowing her eyes slightly. "Hello?" she called out, her empty voice echoing around her. Where am I? she thought. Taking a look around, she relaxed slightly, knowing where she was. "Home," she murmured softly. Taking a step, she found herself feeling uncomfortable, like she was being watched. Attic... Attic... Where's the attic...? Night thought, her hand reaching for the golden-colored doorknob. Finding it, her hand tightened around it, and turned the knob. Night's eyes widened slightly, feeling her down hair rustle slightly.
Where am I?! Night tried to scream. No noise came out of her mouth as she covered her face from the blinding light. After a moment, Night's eyes flickered open slightly. I know where I am... she realized as her eyes widened. "This..." she choked out. "This is... No. I thought it got blown up by..."
"It didn't dear. If it did, it hasn't happened yet. Besides, how could a universe get blown up by a single person?" Night spun around on her heels, facing the darkness behind her. "My, golden eyes. They look good on you darling," the voice cooed. I know where I am now! Night thinks fearfully.
"Leave me alone!" Night snarled. She turned back around and ran out into the light, only to be knocked off her feet. She yelped as she fell, and hit her face upon impact. Night coughed, spitting up blood slightly. "Ow..." she muttered. Suddenly, the girl felt herself standing without will, and soon found herself running into an alley.
She kept running and running...
"No..." Night muttered in her sleep, tossing slightly in her sleep.
Wall! Too late. Night rammed into the wall, making her back up. Shaking her head, she pushed her hair out of her face before running again. She kept running until she realized she had entered an old, empty building. The girl looked around, hands shaking slightly. It was then Night finally realized where she was. She was twelve, and this was the day she got thrown out of her universe and into the one she currently resided in... But how? How could she be dreaming... This? This wasn't the dream last time.
"Hello?" a voice called out. Night stiffened slightly before hearing the voice laugh. "It's okay. I won't hurt you.
"Who are you?" Night called back. Her voice seemed slightly higher, probably from fear... And, of course, she was also almost four years younger after all. Hearing another laugh from the person, Night felt her spine shiver.
"I'm MoonLace," the voice responded. "I get you don't know why you're hear, young one." After a moment's hesitation, Night finally spoke.
"But you know why."
"Exactly!" MoonLace called back. Night was positive she could sense a grin. "Now... You're the one with the three white stripes, silver hair, and golden eyes, correct? I believe they call you... Ah, yes. There you are. Night Tsubaski Deathfairy." Night stiffened, her eyes widened.
"H-h-how d-d-did you k-kn-know that?" Night stammered, shaking slightly. Hearing another laugh, Night almost screamed.
"I'm a witch, darling. It's just fitting for me to know everyone. Plus, you just confirmed my suspicion." Night mentally slapped herself. "Now, come here..." MoonLace said coolly. Night felt herself get dragged over to a light, and Night's eyes widened. In front of her was a small child, no more than nine, sitting in front of her. The witch had white hair with black along the edges, a white cloak, and a silver dress. She was barefooted, but what surprised Night most was MoonLace's eyes - they were, indeed, silver, but one eye was a dark reddish silver, while the other one was a starry-yellow silver.
"Y-you have..."
"Two different colored eyes, yes. To you at least. They're actually kaleidoscope. Everyone just sees a different color," the witch said calmly. Night's eyes widened even more as MoonLace grabbed Night's hands, which she placed on a crystal ball. "Your destiny doesn't lie here in this city," she said calmly.
"W-What do you... Hey! Let me go! What are you doing to me!" Night yelled, panicking. MoonLace laughed softly as a strange galaxy-colored ribbon threaded around Night, making her shiver in fear. "No. No no no no no!" She screamed in terror as she saw a sudden flash of light in front of her that engulfed her. Eyes widened in terror, Night fell unconscious...
"No," Night whispered, tossing once more in her sleep.
A few moments later, Night blinked herself awake, and looked around before jumping up. "What... How... Where am I?" she breathed, looking around in terror. Her silver hair stood still on her shoulders, and Night looked over at something. To her amazement, she was in an alley, there was a puddle right next to her, but what scared her the most... She was somewhere completely different than her home. Swiftly, Night looked at the puddle, seeing her reflection. Her eyes widened once more, seeing her reflection. Her silver hair had grown shorter, and instead of golden eyes, she had forest-green eyes. "What..." Night muttered, touching her eye. She felt something move and winced. Contacts... Why on Earth would I have contacts?! Night thought, looking over at the city she was in.
Dreamskip
Night looked around her surroundings. She had a bag slung over one shoulder, and was wearing her school outfit. She was humming to herself as she walked down the city, heading down an alley as a shoutcut. She had been in Death City for a little over a year and was now thirteen. It was her second month at the Academy, and was heading towards her part-time job to earn some cash so that she could buy food.
As Night walked along the alley, she hesitated slightly, hearing something. She felt both her hands go up to the strap of her bag, and her eyes were wide in horror. "Who's there!" she called out defensively. She heard a boy's laugh then heard another one. Night turned around on her heels, facing two tall and stocky boys who looked identical to the bone. They both had black hair, dark brown eyes, tan skin, khakis, Converse, and a white-and-red striped t-shirt. "Who are you!" Night said, trying to remain calm. It wasn't easy, seeing as her hands were shaking and she had a small bubble of fear settling in her stomach.
The only response she got was one of the boys pushing her against a wall. Night hit the wall, her bag sliding off her shoulder. The other boy advanced as well, making her shake. "I-I swear! I don't have anything on me, besides my school books..." Her green eyes narrowed slightly. "I-If you go to the DWMA, I'll turn you in!" she yelled, hoping someone passing by would hear her and help. No such luck so far.
They both backed up slightly, smirking. "Jane?" the first one said. The other boy grunted in response, and transformed into a knife, which the other boy pressed against her throat. A tiny squeak escaped Night's mouth as the knife rested gently on her throat.
"L-Let me go!" Night yelled. She tried kicking the boy but only had the knife slip out of his grasp, which cut her slightly. Night winced in the pain, and tried running, forgetting her bag. She stopped running as she felt a blade on her back. "Let. Me," Night started off calmly. "GO!" She yelled, turning around to kick the boy. She managed to kick him and make him stumble back, but he also managed to cut her back with the knife. Her eyes soon started to have little black dancing dots across her vision as the two approached again. Night backed up slightly, hitting a wall. She tried to keep her consciousness, but was failing. Just let me die, then, Night thought.
That was the last thing she thought before she fell crumpled to the ground. All she heard as she passed out were lighter footsteps and a yell from the boy that attacked her as she gave into darkness...
"NO!" Night gasped, waking up. Her forehead was beaded with this sheets of sweat. She was shaking badly and she sat up-right, hugging her knees to her chest. "No. Why did that have to come back to me... I thought I had forgotten that..." she muttered to herself, blinking back frightful tears. She buried her face between her chest and legs and silently sobbed.
"Night?" a voice said from the doorway. Night sniffed, looking up slightly. Standing in the doorway was Shadow.
"S-Shadow...?" Night stammered, shaking violently. Shadow nodded slightly, before his eyes met her's. His gray eyes widened slightly upon seeing Night's golden ones.
"Night... Your-"
"I know Shadow," Night said bleakly, trying to calm down. Shadow sighed, walking over to her.
"What happened?" Shadow asked softly, sitting next to her on the bed. Night leaned her head against his shoulder, her shaking starting to slow down.
"The nightmares I told you about..." Night responded bleakly. "But this time... This time it was back to when we first met," she added. Shadow sighed, putting an arm around her.
"It's a little past four am," Shadow said gently, holding Night in his arms. "If you can, try going back to sleep. If not, I'm at least going to try... Hopefully," he added, looking at his meister. Night nodded slightly.
"I-I'll try..." Night said weakly as Shadow let her go, standing up. He smiled at her.
"Good. And, one last thing," Shadow added, starting to walk to the door.
"They're colored contact lenses," Night said, looking down. "I barely take them off anymore, because I forget who I really am at times." Night forced herself to look up at her partner. "Shadow, I'm a Grim Reaper. I-I've never actually told anyone that. Not even Lord Death knows," she admitted sheepishly. Shadow smiled softly.
"I'm glad you could trust me enough to let me know," Shadow said gently. "Now. I'll see you in about three hours, okay?" he asked as he exited the room. Night nodded slowly, looking out her window.
Only problem was, Night wouldn't be able to go back to sleep without having the fear that the nightmares would return.