Hey there! Aero here. This is my first try at a fanfic, so I'm sorry if my interpretations of characters are a little off. Please, tell me if you think someone is acting horribly OOC! And just to give a small explanation, this story is obviously an YYH fanfic, with some OC of my own, including one character from an original story of my own. I hope you enjoy it, and please, review and tell me what you think!
"Well, you could always try just doing your laundry yourself."
Night could feel her eye starting to twitch as she stared at her foster parents, trying to hold back a recently growing need to growl at people when they annoyed her. All she'd done was ask if her 'mother' had cleaned any of her clothing, and if so, where she might have been hiding them.
"Obviously I'll have to." She replied, for some unexplained reason lifting her upper lip slightly to reveal her teeth. "Especially since it's too much for you to successfully clean my clothes and for them to make it all the way back to my room again."
Her foster parents stared at her in shock, for this was the first time she had ever really snapped back at them. Of course, her response led to others. Which led to much yelling, and then the final slamming of a door. Night let out a loud, frustrated scream as she slammed the front door shut. The door shook in its frame for a long time after, showing strength that she wasn't even aware she had.
Night muttered darkly to herself, stalking away from the house, hair on edge with her anger. She stomped across the property, entering the small woods that grew in that area.
After almost ten minutes of hiking she stopped, breathing in deeply. She wasn't sure why she had snapped at her foster parents like that. They were doing their absolute best to make her stay with them as comfortable as possible. She just didn't care much anymore if she stayed or not.
"Nice job, Night. What are you, a ten year old?" She muttered sarcastically. She sighed, rolling her eyes in self-disgust. At eighteen she was much too old to be throwing tantrums like that. "Real mature.
"Well, there goes another perfectly good home. You've really gotta work on that attitude." She muttered with a sigh, running a hand through her long, red-brown hair, which fell in gentle curls to her mid-back. "How do you keep doing this, Night? Every time it's just starting to look up, you loose your temper about something!"
Night continued to berate herself, pacing around in the trees. She did not notice when a strange blue circle of light suddenly opened up a ways away from her, nor as a single male figure stepped out of the circle. The man noticed her right way, however.
He was tall, clad in dark clothing, his slightly long hair pulled back in low ponytail. He carefully made his way over to where she was, staying hidden behind the trees. A small shaft of light fell on him once, revealing a slender though masculine face with deep, blood red eyes.
He stopped short when he saw Night clearly, eyes growing wide.
"She . . . She's real?" He muttered, staring at her in shock.
Night spun around, feeling like someone was watching her. She looked around, missing the man, who quickly ducked back behind one of the trees so she would not spot him. She continued to look around, unable to shake off the feeling. There had to be someone else out there besides her. She shivered; wrapping her arms around herself as she decided to head back to her current home, if she even had a home anymore.
The man watched her go, one hand grasping the bark of the tree in front of him as he fought against the want to go running after the girl. To pull her into his arms, see if she was really real, or if the transportation between worlds had made him delirious. He looked away from Night, for the first time noticing that he had forced deadly looking black claws into the bark of the poor tree. He removed his claws carefully, whispering an apology to the old life form.
He sighed running one hand through the hair that hung down from the ponytail, pulling a circular object from the pocket of his long, black trench coat. He flipped it open, revealing a small screen for communicating with the people he was working for.
"Hey, Grimmy." He called in an even tone, pushing a button to the communicator. The screen showed static for moment before a young woman with light blue hair and pink eyes appeared with a disgruntled look on her face.
"I told you not to call me that." She complained in a soft British accent, somehow managing to sound upset and bubbly at the same time.
"Yeah yeah. What did you people want me coming here for again?"
"Lord Koenma said there was a strange power signal in that area; something that shouldn't be there. Why?"
"I think I found your power source. But now I have some questions for your little boss." He replied, running his fingers through the ponytail again. "Just send over a portal, Grimmy. Now."
"Alright, it's coming. Just settle down."
He closed the compact as the blue circle opened up a few feet away from him. He glanced around, and then walked in once more. The portal closed behind him, leaving the woods to its silence.
Night looked around, debating on how to get back into the house. The front door was out of the question; she didn't want to have to deal with any 'discussions' right now. She crept silently around to the back of the house, stopping in front of the window into her room. She removed the screen, placing in on the ground so it was leaning against the wall. She tested the window, grinning when it slid open.
"Yes." She whispered, climbing through the window into the room. She glared at the brightly colored walls, just as she did every time she entered the room. It was all too bright, too happy. It all just seemed to mock her and the way her life was turning out.
Night was almost 18, and once that came along, she would be on her own. Unless by some miracle she managed to stay with a family long enough for them to accept each other, and she just didn't see that happening. In essence she was a good enough kid, a good student with pretty good grades; she was even fairly easy to get along with, sometimes. But there always seemed to be something that went wrong. So what good where her good qualities when she was moving around from house to house, and the occasional orphanage, constantly?
However, this last house had been working out, until today. She sighed again, walking over to her computer. She plopped down in her chair, carelessly pushing the power button. Hopefully she would be able to patch things up with this couple, later.
"I know what will make you feel better!" She announced, sitting up straighter in the seat, stretching slightly. "Writing more in your story. It's always helped before." She smiled slightly, thinking about all the looks that she got from people when she'd start talking to herself. At least she didn't hold actual conversations. All she did was tell her what to do.
She turned her attention back to her computer, which had just finished loading up. She opened up word, quickly opening up the desired document. She quickly moved to the end of the document, scanning over what she had written last time.
"Oh yeah . . . Michael was just about to save Senko from certain death! How could I have forgotten?" She asked herself, a large grin spreading over her face. She quickly started typing, the words flying from her fingers into the machine in front of her.
And there we go! That's it for the first section. Remember! Read and review so I know what people think of this!
Any suggestions on what to call this would be greatly appreciated.
And thank you so much for your suggestions, Light Seer! Grins I do appreciate the help. (I'll address all the elements of your review in the 3rd section)