Time-line: SM- after the last battle with Galaxia, before Crystal Tokyo. Hotaru is about 16.
DBZ- Shortly after Trunks helps Gohan prepare to fight the andriods. About 18
GW- After OZ, before Marimeia. He's about 16-17
BtVS, After the Angel-is-evil cause we did the nasty, incident. She's about 17-18
HP- a year after the end of the last novel, Harry and Co. are 16-17.
Gold: Some people think having seen the future is a good thing. Obviously, since I refer to them in the third person, I do not count myself as one of such. To tell the truth, it really, really sucks to be from the future. If you're from the future, that, presumably means you're in the past, and that in itself is a rather large problem. Just imagine all the trouble that could be caused by your participation in the past. Hell, if I'd slipped up even once about my identity during the first few months, I could have prevented myself from being born. Just a little bit stressful, no? That, and now that I've helped save the world that was practically destroyed in my time, I don't even know if I exist anymore. Everyone else has moved on with their lives, but where am I to go?
I don't want to impose on them, they've earned their happiness as much as anyone could, but still, that doesn't help my situation. I just don't fit here, and this world knows it, I've been growing weaker, and restless. I feel as though I have a purpose somewhere, to do something important, as I am obviously not needed here.
Unfortunately, the only thing that seems clear is that the 'somewhere' I speak of definitely isn't here.
Red:
Do you realize I have to go to school tomorrow. I hate school. I don't want to go. I have to go though, I guess I could skip... That would solve everything right? WRONG. There's still tomorrow, and the day after that, and the day after that, and, of course, you guessed it, unfortunately the day after that too.
Hello reality, you are such a bitch.
And that was BEFORE things got complicated. Now I have to deal with calculus AND raging space invaders from the 'destined apocalypse of the week. Lucky me! I really need to get more sleep, I'm starting to sound like Xander.
It really sucks being one of the chosen sometimes, especially now that I have a test tomorrow, and a negative amount of time to learn the material. Well, the one good thing about this is that at least I know I'm not crazy. I was a bit worried for a while...what with the entire seeing the vampires randomly attacking people.
I just don't see why I have to be the one to save the world. I mean, I'm a friggin' valley girl. And a happy one too until this happened.
All I wanted was to be normal but nooooo the supernatural kept poking it's ugly little unwanted nose into my already messed life. I mean, is being a normal teenage girl, with normal teenage problems too much to ask? Apparently yes. My best friend is a witch. Her boyfriend gets furry when there's a full moon. My other best friends are a middle-aged British librarian with a thing for old weapons and demony books, and Xander, who is mind-boggling just being himself.
Oh, I have a boyfriend though, Angel, a vampire who was once the scourge of Europe until he was cursed with a soul by a gypsy clan that Giles's dead girlfriend belonged to before Angel killed her because her turned evil because we had sex and he attained perfect happiness, then he went around torturing all my friends and hooking up with his old demony buddies, one of whom, Spike, didn't like Angelus being evil, and helped Willow (the witch) give Angel back his soul, then I sent him to hell, but for some reason he's back now and we're dating again and...and...and my head hurts. I'm going to go lie down now.
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Harry frowned and rubbed at his throbbing scar. It was beginning to worry him, anything involved with the scar usually meant something bad was going to happen. He muttered a spell to dull the pain and slid his Quiddich robe over his head, ugh, today they were going to take on Slytheryn. Today was just NOT his day.
The game was frustrating, halfway through the hour and not only had he not glimpsed the snitch even once, but his headache was becoming even worse! It felt like thousands of tiny fire ants inside of his skull, trying to dig their way out. With sledgehammers. He took a deep breath and squinted as his vision began to cloud over, he bent down further on his broom as the world became a haze. Unknown to Harry, he had begun to glow green. No one noticed though, they were all too busy staring at the large, multi-colored holes that appeared over the Quiddich field.
From the red one, a blond girl emerged, shrieking as she tumbled toward the field. Stunned and horrified, before anyone had a chance to move, she hit the grass with an audible 'squish' and a few cracks. A collective gasp broke out from the crowd. As suddenly as the first girl appeared, the gold hole opened to launch a stunned, purple haired boy though the air. Fred Weasly wrenched his broom around to try and intercept the boy, but, again, to the surprise of the crowd, the boy stopped in mid-air, shaking his head and looking around in a panic. He was...floating? He shouted, "Dammit! Not again!"
Harry's glow dimmed and his vision returned, just in time to see a spot of gold flicker past the west corner of the field. He dove like a hawk, focused totally on his prey. He didn't even register the large black and purple holes in the sky above him. The black opened, and out of it fell a huge machine holding a glowing scythe. It hovered for a minute, then all of it's lights flickered out, as well as the scythe. It fell like the two hundred tons of gundanium that it was, a hatch opening and ejecting an lucid long-haired pilot as it dropped.
The purple circle followed , dispensing an unconscious and bleeding girl into Draco's arms as he chased Harry toward the snitch, he swore and fought to keep control of his broom, shoving the girl off as soon as they were a few feet from the ground.
Harry's eyes followed the snitch as it darted upward, past, no, into, someone's hair! It was too late to swerve and the two boys collided. Harry managed to catch the other boy, and stay on his broom, but the snitch was beginning to work it's way free of the thick, chestnut braid it had entangled itself in. Harry latched onto the boy's head, elicting muffled protests and dove for the ground.
As they were lowered to the ground, Duo lost his fight against the surge of panic that was welling up inside. One minute he was recoding his nightly log in Death scythe before bed, and the next he was on a FLOATING broomstick for shinigami's sake! In middle of a soccer field!
He broke free of his 'rescuer's' firm hold on his braid and yelled, "Where the fuck am I? Who the fuck are you? Why the fuck am I in my underwear? How the fuck did I get here? WHY THE FUCK DID HUG MY HEAD? WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!?"
He turned around, and, seeing his poor deathscythe crumpled on the field, he let out a keening wail. He reached into the back of his trousers, pulling out his .50 desert eagle.
Buffy chose that precise moment to sit up. Duo swore and swiveled to face the girl he thought was dead. She rose slowly, holding her wrist and grimacing as she put any pressure on her right leg. She looked around, and seeing all the stunned faces, she sighed, "I hate this, everyone's looking cryptic and I don't know anything. Anyone care to elaborate where this months apocalypse has taken me?"
All she got was blank stares , and an urgent 'turn-around' signal from a short, dark-haired girl. "It's behind me isn't it?" She asked.
Duo was confused, but his gun was up, he was on full alert, ready to shoot anything that moved unitl the situation was fully explained.
"Shit!" Buffy paled as she glanced over her shoulder, and dove for cover.
Hotaru's hand twisted slightly and a silvery purple wall formed in front of her.
Duo waved his gun, "Now back off! I don't know what you psychos did to me, but I want it to stop. NOW!" He expertly disengaged the safety.
"What IS that thing?" Ron said frowning. "What're you gonna do? Throw it at me?"
"I know!" Hermoine brightened, "It's a gun! A muggle weapon... uh oh.." she joined Buffy behind the bleachers.