Ich liebe dich, wer immer du auch bist (my first impression of you)
Suddenly, everything became grey, but not like a backgroundcolor, it was like the light was colored, no more like there was no light, just a mix of darkness and... a glowing nothing. And I was floating in that weired stuff. Eew. And then I noticed something else: I was naked. Oh yeah. Could life get any better? Wait a second... life? Didn't I just sort of died? Right and the darkness said something and then I was here. But what had happened before that? After thinking about it, I decided that this grey light was not good for my brain. The one thing I knew was that there was a voice. And when there was a voice, there had to be something more. At the quote of my luck, it would just be a talking log or so. 'Think positive ...me.' I tried to move my arms as graceful as possible to see who had talked to me earlier. But floating was not half easy. Waving my arms and trying to balance where I believed up was, I heard a laugh.
Next to me, a dark-cloaked person with two huge lila/pink guns stood upside down. His face was hidden under a dark hood, that mysteriously kept his head dark.
The most intelligent thing to say I could come up with was: ''Hi. Uhm..You look like the death. But since when do banshees have such ga... pretty guns? Shouldn't you carry some kind of scythe?'' my second guess would have been: ''You're not a log, are you?'' But he didn't seem to mind, he just snorted. I could slap myself; the only human I saw and I pissed him off.
''Says the kid without clothes.'' A nice guy, indeed. Now he pissed me of. ''Aw.. That was mean. I'm not a kid.'' Deal with my poud, gay reaper. ''Oh, I can see that, you know?''Appearantly, he was dealing with something else. I blushed and gave up to control my floating. ''Ough.. then turn around or so...'' drawing my legs close to me, I tried to talk back: ''Who are you anyway? The local pervert?''
As answer, he took his hood of, as if that would explain everything. To be honest, he did look like a child-molesting, gun freak with a potplant called Hannibal. I had the choice between escaping him by swim-floating to a hopefully better place or hiding at least some parts of my body, by curling up in the air. Both at the same time would be impossible.
''Nah, but you're close. I'm Xigbar.'' the tossed his hair back like he did nothing else all day long. ''And you're?'' the question confused me. Most of all because I did not know the answer. ''Wait a sec... uhm I don't know?'' when I thought he would help me, I was disappointed. He just snorted before saying: ''You're really that dumb, blondie?''
That's it. I could stand the embarrasment, the dark and him, but all of that plus being called a dumb blond was a bit too much for me. After all, I was there without memories, in a place without furniture, except for him. Tears rose behind my eyes and I felt my chest thighten. My answer was a hiccuped something.
Immediatly, he changed. ''Hey, you're alright? Come on, don't cry I didn't ment it that way, just..'' Don't cry? Piece of cake. Most of all, when you could not do anything against it. He hid his forehead with one hand. ''Damn. Great Xigbar, just freaking great. Why do always I get to pick up the psychos? ''
To my suprise, I was floating downward. At least in the direction, I suspected it was. Was this guy controlling gravity, or something? I felt something solid under my legs and stared in awe at the, still invissible, floor. These floors were amazing inventions.
I rubbed my eyes dry. Then, I glanced up, scanning my surrounding for Xigbar, finding the gun-guy only an armlenght or so away. He took off his cloak, showing a T-shirt and leather pants. What did he wanted to do? Old perv undressing... eww. My fantasy drew horrible pictures, so I felt relieved, when he put the coat down in front of me, overing me something to put on.
I slid my arms in it and immediatly had to struggle with the zipper. He watched me and snorted. ''You're kinda cute new one. Need help?'' shaking my head, I got up with this too big pice of leather around my body. We stepped into some kind of round and shiny darkness and stod in front of Xigbar's friends. More ugly freaks. And the one with the scar smirked so mean when he saw me.. they talked stuff about me being a watermage and how I should fight for them. The only thing I relly paid attention to was when they told me my name, but after it, I spend all my time wondering if the whole Organization was just a place for those weired guys to meet and wear black leather.
Mentally, I swore to stick to the first better looking person I would meet, Xigbar, Xemnas and the blond guy who should eat more were not the company I wanted.
And then, scar-guy dragged me away from them and to him. The definition of better looking.