Setting the scene
(Right all you people out there who are obviously reading this masterpiece, let me introduce myself. I am *drum roll here* the Narrator!!! *evil laugh echoes about the room to no avail* Well then, ahem, right, uh, back to me! I decided what goes on, I am in charge and there is nothing you can do about it, so there. *minuets silence while the Narrator waits for a reaction, which never comes* Ok then you spoil sports, on with the story)
Steffi Anderson lay on her bed contemplating over the fact that tomorrow was indeed the hated Monday, symbolizing another dreaded week of school. The thought was highly depressing.
Steffi had recently returned from her friend's place, Tori, where the two had indulged themselves with the amusing series Slayers Try, wishing that their boring lives were just as interesting. However Steffi's parents, who had spent the weekend at their peaceful holiday house, had returned home early, much to Steffi's displeasure, for her father had somehow managed to misplace his glasses.
(Narrator takes a deep breath from the past exhausting sentence .) Fortunately though they had left Steffi at home again while they went out to buy her father a new pair, her mother having to drive the diesel engine 4WD, or 'tank' as she referred to it.
Steffi's eyelids felt as though they had weights attached to them. Maybe watching anime DVDs all night hadn't been a good idea….
(Narrator wonders if the audience will guess what is to come, or wasn't the trail off of dots enough? -.-)
A crashing noise from Steffi's walk-in-robe brought her around in a start. She sat up, having discovered that she had fallen asleep in her science homework, and stared at the firmly closed door. Looking around had proved to reveal no-one else, she got up slowly and approached it, her hand grasping a stick that had once served as a prop in a tap dance routine she had once performed during the early years of her life.
(Narrator starts a pledge that they will not allow sentences exceed three lines o)
Steffi cursed herself for having left her pocketknife in her jacket that now hung lifeless in the very same walk-in-robe that she was about to bombard. Before she could turn the handle though an oddly familiar voice sounded from the other side.
"Oh my dear. It appears that I took a wrong turn somewhere."
Steffi flung open the door to revel a figure in a cloak with purple hair staring at the mass of clothes, toys, baskets, bags, dolls, baby-clothes and old ballet costumes that he sat amongst.
"Xellos!?!" she exclaimed. Piku.
The figure looked up at her in surprise, then quickly snapped shut his eyes and smiled placing a hand at the back of his head.
Piku, piku, piku…
"Konichiwa! Dokowa Kara Kimushtaka?" He asked out of random.
"Osutorariawa Kara Kimushtaka." Steffi replied fluently after a second's pause. Xellos looks somewhat disgruntled. "While other students suffered with the concept of French verbs I learnt Japanese and Indonesian." She explained to him.
(Narrator has now put them in a position that they have to explain to Japanese challenged people. 'Piku' is a Japanese sound effect for blinking. Xellos who in a vain attempt to suggest that he had no idea what Steffi was talking about had said the first thing that came to mind, which happened to be 'Hello. Where do you come from?'. Steffi who had understood him replied with 'I come from Australia.' O.o)
Xellos gave up on the act and scratched his head.
"Australia, hmm? Oh my, it appears I have turned up in that sphere shaped world again." He muted to himself, absent-minded fingering one of Steffi's tops.
"Do you mind getting out of my wardrobe!" She shouted, banishing the stick in front of her. Xellos gave it a quick glance and then smiled again.
"Not a problem, I will be off now."
"Hey!" Steffi yelled again, "I didn't mean it like that!"
But Xellos did not perform his disappearing act that Steffi had known him for. Instead he opened his odd eyes and looked frustrated at himself.
"Now what have I done?" he grumbled, before averting his eyes to the fifteen year old girl with her stupid piece of wood. "Oh dear. It appears my appearance has created a disturbance."
"Disturbance?" Steffi asked, afraid of the answer although Xellos been Xellos had no intention of explaining. He simply continued to sit on the pile of junk, spinning his staff about in front of him as though that helped him think.
Steffi remained staring at him not knowing what to think nor do. Xellos? In her walk-in-robe? What was supposed to be a light whack with the stick to her forehead, which had accidentally hit an already existing bruise that shot a sharp pain throughout her head in complaint, proved that it was no dream.
(Narrator goes and hits their head against the wall for continuing to write long sentences .)
Xellos looked up at her through his closed eyelids again.
"What did you do that for?" he inquired.
"Trying to find out if I was dreaming." Steffi groaned while clutching her head.
"Hmm," he mused, "interesting method."
"Yeah well your not supposed to feel pain in dreams!" Steffi defended her actions. It was during her dizziness that she realized that Xellos was actually there. That the anime character Xellos was sitting in a pile of anime style junk.
Almost dreading it, Steffi removed her hand from her head and stared at it while her mind debated whether or not it was a good thing to be an anime character. In the end she dropped the stick and dashed over to mirror where an anime version of her stared out of its depths. Wild brown hair lined her face while large bright green eyes stared. She had an arrow for a nose and what would normally be a straight line for a mouth was opened in surprise.
"Xellos? Is this your little disturbance?"
A gulp escaped the Mazoku.
"You stupid hentai!" Steffi yelled at him, turning her back on the mirror.
"Hentai? Now what you call me that for?" he asked turning his head on the side in question.
"Because you are a hentai in other fan fiction I've read." She had not in least calmed down though, "And will you get out of my wardrobe!"
"Fanfiction?" Xellos asked and for the first time he looked worried. An evil laugh echoed about the bedroom seeming to come from nowhere and everywhere at once. The two looked about in disbelief.
(Yup. That was I, the Narrator of this fanfiction! And those characters down there are under my manipulation! *evil laugh again*)
Xellos sighed and finally, to the relief of Steffi he stood up and moved out of the walk-in-robe. He looked around again through closed eyelids at Steffi's quiet little retreat.
A single bed abutted into the room with a desk opposite on which a laptop, desk lamp, phone, and a TV with no reception could be made out amongst the mess of papers and books. Apart from that there was a bookcase that was filled with fantasy books, how to draw anime, and various mangas.
"Hmm, cozy. I suppose. Not my style though." Xellos approved the room and knocked Steffi's science work out of the way so he could lie down on the bed. He fixed Steffi with a glare.
"Do you know who I am?" he asked.
"Yeah, you're Xellos from Slayers." Steffi replied wondering where this was leading.
"Not who I am, what I am."
"A monster?" she asked unsure that although she had heard it everywhere, Xellos really was a monster. The Trickster Priest lifted an eyebrow at her.
"Well I'm sorry but I have only had the opportunity to see Slayer's Try and that has been over a course of a month for I don't get to see my friend Tori that much anymore and she is the one with the DVDs since our crummy video store doesn't have them on video." Steffi finished in a strained whisper from lack of breath.
(Narrator also takes a minuet to satisfy their need to pant)
Xellos waited for her to finish her outburst with eyes closed once more.
"In this world what happens in other worlds are fictional stories or movies, although appear as they are depicted." He said to no one in particular.
"Say what?" Steffi asked from where she had subdued to the floor.
"Anyway the body that I poses is merely a form that I can use, made up entirely of my magic although can not appear in the astral plane or other worlds." He had reopened those freaky eyes and was staring at the glow in the dark star covered roof. "So it appears that this room has been manipulated to my needs." Suddenly he sat up again and put a hand behind his head. "Oh my, did I just say that out loud?"
"This room?" Steffi gasped and leapt up. She dashed toward the door and flung it open. Instead of the hallway she had been expecting, there was nothing. Nothing at all.
She rounded on Xellos, who seeing her face fell off the bed.
"Get out of here!" She yelled at him, "Do your little disappearing act! And turn everything back to normal!"
Xellos gave a nervous laugh and popped his head up from the other side of the bed.
"You see, that's the problem. I can't."
(Now you have read the first of my lovely fanfictions you want more, don't you? Well only I, the great Narrator, can provide you with more *evil laugh which is starting to get overused* Now to do the classic thing: Oh no! What is to become of Steffi trapped in her bedroom? And why did Xellos turn up there in the first place? Well that would be because I decided he would and whatever I decided goes. Tune in for the next episode of 'The Great Narrator's fanfictions!' ^_^)
(Right all you people out there who are obviously reading this masterpiece, let me introduce myself. I am *drum roll here* the Narrator!!! *evil laugh echoes about the room to no avail* Well then, ahem, right, uh, back to me! I decided what goes on, I am in charge and there is nothing you can do about it, so there. *minuets silence while the Narrator waits for a reaction, which never comes* Ok then you spoil sports, on with the story)
Steffi Anderson lay on her bed contemplating over the fact that tomorrow was indeed the hated Monday, symbolizing another dreaded week of school. The thought was highly depressing.
Steffi had recently returned from her friend's place, Tori, where the two had indulged themselves with the amusing series Slayers Try, wishing that their boring lives were just as interesting. However Steffi's parents, who had spent the weekend at their peaceful holiday house, had returned home early, much to Steffi's displeasure, for her father had somehow managed to misplace his glasses.
(Narrator takes a deep breath from the past exhausting sentence .) Fortunately though they had left Steffi at home again while they went out to buy her father a new pair, her mother having to drive the diesel engine 4WD, or 'tank' as she referred to it.
Steffi's eyelids felt as though they had weights attached to them. Maybe watching anime DVDs all night hadn't been a good idea….
(Narrator wonders if the audience will guess what is to come, or wasn't the trail off of dots enough? -.-)
A crashing noise from Steffi's walk-in-robe brought her around in a start. She sat up, having discovered that she had fallen asleep in her science homework, and stared at the firmly closed door. Looking around had proved to reveal no-one else, she got up slowly and approached it, her hand grasping a stick that had once served as a prop in a tap dance routine she had once performed during the early years of her life.
(Narrator starts a pledge that they will not allow sentences exceed three lines o)
Steffi cursed herself for having left her pocketknife in her jacket that now hung lifeless in the very same walk-in-robe that she was about to bombard. Before she could turn the handle though an oddly familiar voice sounded from the other side.
"Oh my dear. It appears that I took a wrong turn somewhere."
Steffi flung open the door to revel a figure in a cloak with purple hair staring at the mass of clothes, toys, baskets, bags, dolls, baby-clothes and old ballet costumes that he sat amongst.
"Xellos!?!" she exclaimed. Piku.
The figure looked up at her in surprise, then quickly snapped shut his eyes and smiled placing a hand at the back of his head.
Piku, piku, piku…
"Konichiwa! Dokowa Kara Kimushtaka?" He asked out of random.
"Osutorariawa Kara Kimushtaka." Steffi replied fluently after a second's pause. Xellos looks somewhat disgruntled. "While other students suffered with the concept of French verbs I learnt Japanese and Indonesian." She explained to him.
(Narrator has now put them in a position that they have to explain to Japanese challenged people. 'Piku' is a Japanese sound effect for blinking. Xellos who in a vain attempt to suggest that he had no idea what Steffi was talking about had said the first thing that came to mind, which happened to be 'Hello. Where do you come from?'. Steffi who had understood him replied with 'I come from Australia.' O.o)
Xellos gave up on the act and scratched his head.
"Australia, hmm? Oh my, it appears I have turned up in that sphere shaped world again." He muted to himself, absent-minded fingering one of Steffi's tops.
"Do you mind getting out of my wardrobe!" She shouted, banishing the stick in front of her. Xellos gave it a quick glance and then smiled again.
"Not a problem, I will be off now."
"Hey!" Steffi yelled again, "I didn't mean it like that!"
But Xellos did not perform his disappearing act that Steffi had known him for. Instead he opened his odd eyes and looked frustrated at himself.
"Now what have I done?" he grumbled, before averting his eyes to the fifteen year old girl with her stupid piece of wood. "Oh dear. It appears my appearance has created a disturbance."
"Disturbance?" Steffi asked, afraid of the answer although Xellos been Xellos had no intention of explaining. He simply continued to sit on the pile of junk, spinning his staff about in front of him as though that helped him think.
Steffi remained staring at him not knowing what to think nor do. Xellos? In her walk-in-robe? What was supposed to be a light whack with the stick to her forehead, which had accidentally hit an already existing bruise that shot a sharp pain throughout her head in complaint, proved that it was no dream.
(Narrator goes and hits their head against the wall for continuing to write long sentences .)
Xellos looked up at her through his closed eyelids again.
"What did you do that for?" he inquired.
"Trying to find out if I was dreaming." Steffi groaned while clutching her head.
"Hmm," he mused, "interesting method."
"Yeah well your not supposed to feel pain in dreams!" Steffi defended her actions. It was during her dizziness that she realized that Xellos was actually there. That the anime character Xellos was sitting in a pile of anime style junk.
Almost dreading it, Steffi removed her hand from her head and stared at it while her mind debated whether or not it was a good thing to be an anime character. In the end she dropped the stick and dashed over to mirror where an anime version of her stared out of its depths. Wild brown hair lined her face while large bright green eyes stared. She had an arrow for a nose and what would normally be a straight line for a mouth was opened in surprise.
"Xellos? Is this your little disturbance?"
A gulp escaped the Mazoku.
"You stupid hentai!" Steffi yelled at him, turning her back on the mirror.
"Hentai? Now what you call me that for?" he asked turning his head on the side in question.
"Because you are a hentai in other fan fiction I've read." She had not in least calmed down though, "And will you get out of my wardrobe!"
"Fanfiction?" Xellos asked and for the first time he looked worried. An evil laugh echoed about the bedroom seeming to come from nowhere and everywhere at once. The two looked about in disbelief.
(Yup. That was I, the Narrator of this fanfiction! And those characters down there are under my manipulation! *evil laugh again*)
Xellos sighed and finally, to the relief of Steffi he stood up and moved out of the walk-in-robe. He looked around again through closed eyelids at Steffi's quiet little retreat.
A single bed abutted into the room with a desk opposite on which a laptop, desk lamp, phone, and a TV with no reception could be made out amongst the mess of papers and books. Apart from that there was a bookcase that was filled with fantasy books, how to draw anime, and various mangas.
"Hmm, cozy. I suppose. Not my style though." Xellos approved the room and knocked Steffi's science work out of the way so he could lie down on the bed. He fixed Steffi with a glare.
"Do you know who I am?" he asked.
"Yeah, you're Xellos from Slayers." Steffi replied wondering where this was leading.
"Not who I am, what I am."
"A monster?" she asked unsure that although she had heard it everywhere, Xellos really was a monster. The Trickster Priest lifted an eyebrow at her.
"Well I'm sorry but I have only had the opportunity to see Slayer's Try and that has been over a course of a month for I don't get to see my friend Tori that much anymore and she is the one with the DVDs since our crummy video store doesn't have them on video." Steffi finished in a strained whisper from lack of breath.
(Narrator also takes a minuet to satisfy their need to pant)
Xellos waited for her to finish her outburst with eyes closed once more.
"In this world what happens in other worlds are fictional stories or movies, although appear as they are depicted." He said to no one in particular.
"Say what?" Steffi asked from where she had subdued to the floor.
"Anyway the body that I poses is merely a form that I can use, made up entirely of my magic although can not appear in the astral plane or other worlds." He had reopened those freaky eyes and was staring at the glow in the dark star covered roof. "So it appears that this room has been manipulated to my needs." Suddenly he sat up again and put a hand behind his head. "Oh my, did I just say that out loud?"
"This room?" Steffi gasped and leapt up. She dashed toward the door and flung it open. Instead of the hallway she had been expecting, there was nothing. Nothing at all.
She rounded on Xellos, who seeing her face fell off the bed.
"Get out of here!" She yelled at him, "Do your little disappearing act! And turn everything back to normal!"
Xellos gave a nervous laugh and popped his head up from the other side of the bed.
"You see, that's the problem. I can't."
(Now you have read the first of my lovely fanfictions you want more, don't you? Well only I, the great Narrator, can provide you with more *evil laugh which is starting to get overused* Now to do the classic thing: Oh no! What is to become of Steffi trapped in her bedroom? And why did Xellos turn up there in the first place? Well that would be because I decided he would and whatever I decided goes. Tune in for the next episode of 'The Great Narrator's fanfictions!' ^_^)