You know when I said from now on the fic would be in first-person perspective? Well, I was thinking about it, wrting down a few notes for upcoming chapters and I saw that, that's not going to happen. For the rest of the story I'll be switching from first-person perspective to third-person perspective. I feel that in jumping from these two perspective you'll get the whole feeling of the fanfic.
Okay my rant is over now...
Disclaimer:I do not own YYH.
Ericka payed her busfare and looked around the bus for a seat. As usual, it was crowed, mostly adults with jobs that required them to get up early, or highschoolers, like her, who went to schools faw away from their houses and getting up before the sun even rose was the only way to make it on time.
She walked in the small alse, that if she had happaned to be just a bit wider, she would have gotten stuck. She amazingly found a seat in the back, in the corner of the bus, the place where people of her size would normally get stuck in. Well, it was either this or stand up till another seat came up and today she wasn't up to waiting for one.
She sat down and shrugged her heavy bookbag off, lowering it gently to the floor. She looked around, her breath catching in her throat as she glanced at everyone. She turned the music to her CD up and tried to ignore the fact that she was with other people.
Ericka had problems with socializing, it wasn't that she was a bad person, or that she was rude. It just felt that everyone was judging her, or making fun of her for varies reason. She's always felt that way, it was probably the cause for her to distance herself from most people and obsess herself with anime.
But now wasn't the time for those depression thoughts, now was the time for music. She smiled slightly as she felt the familair feeling of the beat and the words. She was entering her own world again, The people and the bus disappearing as the song went on.
She was suddenly jerked away from this feeling as the bus swerved suddenly. Her heartrate quickened and she could hear the compliants of the other passengers along with the music.
The bus swerved again and this time it sent several passengers from their seats.
The man that had been sitting next to her was thrown from his seat into her, and she slammed hard against the plastic like glass of the bus.
She laid there,anger, embrassment and pain running through her. The bus swerved again to the other side and she quickly held on to the little space between the frame of the window and the glass. She checked her hand that held her CD player and she sighed in releif as she saw it wasn't crushed by the weight of the man. As the bus rightened itself, atleast for the moment, she check to see if her glasses were okay.
She could here the yells and complamants of the other passengers. Some yelling/asking what happaned and others yelling cusses at the driver telling him he couldn't drive. The driver yelled back at them adding his own cusses till a sudden lurch of the bus caused all to be silent.
She didn't know when the bus first tipped over or when it first started to flip over. All she remembered was seeing people in the air, they seemed to float in that small fraction of a second before they fell onto the floor or into a seat. She remembered floating herself and being thrown from the window, the plastic glass that usually took a lot before breaking, seemed to shatter instantly as soon as she touched it.
She felt the pain of the glass as the shards cut her and she could vaguely make out the scream that was comming from her own lips. She waited to feel the hard asfault as she skid across it before comming to a stop in the middle of the street. But it never came, something else had happaned. She vaguely remembered feeling as if she was being electricuted. She knew the feeling of it. One time while plugging in something into an extension cord she felt the white hot shock of electricity as it sparked on her fingers. She had dropped the cord and held her hand. It felt as if she had been burnt, but her arm had a tingling feeling as if the eleletric current was traveling inside her body.
That's what she felt right now. It hurt, yes, but the tingling feeling took away some of that hurt. She didn't know when it was that her eyes closed or when her world went black, but during that whole time, death wasn't even on her mind...
The pain came back to her instantly, a burnig sensation on her check and arms and the tingling one all over her body. It wasn't like the first tingling sensation, more like when your foot fell asleep and you had to walk it off.
She opened her eyes and saw a clear blue sky, which meant that her glasses still had to be on her face. She touched them and slowly sat up, noticing the pain in her back but ignoring it for the moment. She looked around, fear, and confusion on her face.
She was in a park. Where she lived there were no parks around, atleast none that looked like this one did. It was an actual park, it had grass, trees, flowers, all the stuff you'd think to see.
She looked around and noticed how...everything seemed so cramped together. It wasn't that the park wasn't big it was just that she could see buildings in the background and they were so close that she could see the detailed archtecture of it. She dug in the pocket of her big black coat and realised her CD player was in there. How and when it got in there she didn't know but she was greatful for it being there. She looked around and noticed that her bag was next to her and she had mixed feelings about that. Now she had all her stuff with her but did she really wanna carry the heavy bag?
She sighed and slowly stood up, wincing in pain before bending down to pick her bag up. She couldn't sit here, as lovely as this place was. She needed to go get help or atleast clean herself up. And with that she walked out the park, noticing vaguely that there will sakura petals on the ground.
Ericka looked around in wonder at the sights of the new place. She noticed all the stares she was getting but she was too enthralled to notice and be meek about it. The buidlings were so tall and then there were the smells and the sounds of city life. If she hadn't notice the people, she would have sworn she was downtown in Center City. But she did notice the people and that was what got her imagination working. Everyone, and she meant everyone was Asian. She looked around and saw either pale small faces with round dark eyes or slightly more dark faces, tannish even. She looked down at her own skin color knowing she stuck out like a sore thumb. Her chocolate brown hand had varies stracthes over it, though it had stopped bleeding sometime ago. The realizaton that she maybe the only African-American person here filled her with some fear. It wasn't that she thought everyone would gang up on her, though the thought did cross her mind breify. It was that fact that she was the only person in the general area of her race that scared her. Usually where ever she went she could go and say "Oh there's black people there.".
But now she felt alone, isolated from the people of this place. And it didn't help that she couldn't understand what they were saying. It clicked in her head that they were speaking Japanese. Having had watched anime gave her a vague idea of the speech patterens and the tones of the langague. She looked up at a few signs and her thoughts were confirmed having recognised a few of the simple characters.
She kept walking, this time her head bowed and her eyes looking at her feet. How the hell did she get from the bus crash to Japan? Any possible way she could come up with made no sense and when her mind drifted to the many fanfics she read she shook that from her thoughts. That just didn't happan. People don't suddenly, for no reason at all, travel into an anime. Sure she had heard theroies of there being other worlds or alternate realities but they were always other worlds. They weren't T.V. shows or cartoons or anything like that.
"And besides, this place doesn't even look like an anime setting. It looks like the real world..."she said to herself.
But as she said that her head lifted up and she took another glance. It did look like any other city you'd see in real life, but it didn't feel like it. There was like a weird vibe or energy in the air, like what she was seeing was real but yet it wasn't at the same time. Like a hologram, her eyes told her it was real and in a way the hologram was real, but the image it was projecting wasn't.
She held a hand to her head and stopped. She was pushed slightly by the moving crowd but walked over to the side of the building. All of this thinking was killing her head. She tried to remember whether she had hit her head on anything as she was thrown from the bus. She looked up as a few people came near her. They looked at her and their lips moved and from their mouths spilled the language of the area. She, not knowing any japanese couldn't understand what they were saying much less answer them back. She guessed they were asking her if she was okay seeing as how they were pointing to the injures she had. She sighed and put on a smile shaking her head and saying in English that she was alright. It was in vain, seeing as how they didn't speak English and Ericka sighed walking away.
She knew it was rude but what was the point of standing around there if no one could understand each other.
She continued to walk on, getting stares along the way. She noticed that she had been getting hot wearing that heavy winter coat. Seeing as how it wasn't winter or atleast not cold enough to wear the coat she took it off and threw it over her shoulder. Her black hoodie would provide the warmth she needed for now.
As she walked along, she took in the difference between her clothing style and the people's around her. While she wasn't wearing the name brand things and her clothes didn't scream, chic, or anyway sophticated, her clothes did match in color unlike the other ones around her. She saw pinks and browns and red and purple and just so many miss matched colors she wondered if the whole contanent was color blind. She saw a few men wearing tight jeans that stopped at their ankles, which was definetly not the style back home. She was reminded of the early 1990's with the diffrent colors and the tight jeans on everyone. She was born during that time and remembered what her mom had worn and what she had forced her as a child to wear.
"And everybody thougt that was the style back then..."she mumbled.
She decided to take a rest at a bench as she passed another park. She sat down and put her head in her hands as she thought about her situation.
'Okay, let's see what we've got so far. I remember being on the bus, I remember the bus losing control and me being thrown from the bus. I remember this weird feeling I had before a blacked out. And now I'm here in what seems like Japan in the early 90's. I know I always wanted to go but Jesus...'
She closed her eyes. Now what was she going to do? She had no money, not even American dollars that she could have exchange for, she had no idea where she was or where to go. And she didn't speak the language or read any of the writing. She was totally screwed...hey wait...
She dug in her bag and pulled out her cellphone. It was cheap and in her time it was big for a cellphone but if it could work...
She turned it on and tried to dail her house number. The phone rang twice before a recorded voice came over the phone.
It said something of being out of range and she sighed and put the phone back in the bag. It was worth a shot. She didn't think it would work but it was the only thing she could think of to do. Tears began to well up in her eyes as she started to panic. How could she survive here? Would she ever get home? And did anyone know she was missing? Did anyone care she was missing? She was sure her mom and her other family members would be worried, but she wondered if any of her 'friends' would be worried. When they didn't see Ericka walking to class or didn't see her sitting in class either doing her work or drawing something.
She bit her bottom lip to keep the sobs in. No matter what the emotions was, whether it was sadness, fear, anger or happiness she would always cry. And she hated it. Crying was like one of the signs of weakness. She didn't care that it was considered a way to let out emotions. There were plently of other ways to do so and it didn't involve sobbing like a baby.
She looked up when she heard some people talking. She glanced over her shoulder and saw a group of men or boys, she really couldn't tell. Anyway the group was getting closer to her, she looked around and saw that there was no one else around and the group was making a beeline towards her. Fear gripped her insides. Great, all she needed was get mugged by the group. Her mind raced of what to do. Should she sit there on the bench and act as if she hadn't seen them, or should she run?
Well, she thought about what would happan. If she sat there and the group really was comming towards her she would be trapped, but if she ran there was a chance that she could escapse from them.
So picking up her bag, slowly, along with her coat she looked back at the group before hightailing it out of there.
She heard a yell behind her and heard the footsteps of the men running after her. Well, atleast she was sure about one thing.
She picked up the pace, willing her legs and feet to go faster and hoping that they wouldn't give out on her. It was times like these she wished she was in shape. She had gotten a good headstart on them managing to distance herself from the group by a few feet. But as her legs were getting tired and her breath was starting to come out in short pants the distance between them shortened.
She remembered what her mother had told her if she ever had gotten chased by someone. She told her to scream. Well alot of help that would be. In her walkings Ericka had walked to the deserted part of the city and even if she did scream no one would understand her.
'But it's the only thing I got so...'
And screamed she did. She screamed anything that came to her mind, most of it being cusses at the men, and she knew that if they understood her they would have been pissed.
Her lungs were burning and her brain was telling her to give up. In a all too cliche move she ran around the corner and hit a deadend.
She would have have punched herself in the head if she wasn't busy with the group of men at the moment.
She turned around and watched as the group walked into the ally slowly. They had sneers and grins on their faces and were laughing and talking to one another. Ericka stepped back, her back against the wall and her bookbag in her hand. She really wanted to know what the hell they were saying. She looked down at the bag in her hand and an idea formed.
'This thing will come in handy...'
One of the men suddenly lunged at her and she closed her eyes and swung the bookbag at him. It connected with a 'thunk' and Ericka opened her eyes to see the man fall. Everyone looked down at the fallen man in surprize as he didn't get back up.
'Damn...' was the only thing that passed through her mind and she had the feeling it was the same for the rest.
The moment of silence ended all too quickly and this time all the men lunged at her. She went to swing her bag again but one of the men caught it and ripped it from her grasp. A punch in the gut knocked all the wind out of her and she doubled over and another man smacked her in the face. The hit caused her glasses to fly off her face and for her to fall to the ground. Most of the men crowded around her and kicked her or groped her a few times. There was more kicking and hitting than groping.
'Well that's a relief atleast instead of being raped I'll get my ass kicked...'
She could see that a few were going in her bag. They wouldn't really find anything. Just a few binders, a book or two, some paper, her cellphone, her school ID and a folder with her drawings in it. Despite the intense pain she was feeling, she hoped that they wouldn't do anything to her pictures. To her they were the most vauble things she had right now.
She coughed up a bit of blood as another kick made it to her stomach.
It was here that she thought she would die, either these men would kill her now or leave her to bleed to death.
A sudden yell filled the alley and the men stopped beating her up. She looked up weakly but the light that was streaming in the dark alley and the fact that she lost her glasses kept her from seeing the identity of the one who yelled.
Suddenly the men were sent flying and Ericka could see that there were four other people in the ally. They were taking care of the men like they were nothing and one in particular was kicking ass.
'Was does this seem familar?'
The last remaining men that were left standing ran from the alley way. The four people talked amongst themselves till they spotted Ericka and rushed over to her. They were asking her several things and she was too badly in pain to tell them that she couldn't understand them.
The one that was kicking the most ass appeared in front of her and her eyes widened at who it was. It was strange to see him as she did. She could tell that it was him from the anime and yet he now looked so real, like he was really of the flesh and blood.
"Kuwabara..."she whispered.
Before her world went black she saw the shock and surprise on the carrot-top's face and heard him say something with his loud gruff voice.
And that's the end of chapter two. I hope you liked it. So we have the first apperance of one of the Reikai Tentai! What will happen next and who will show up next?
Also, I like to thank Fae Black for being my first viewer. I was trying to step away from cliche characters of this type of fanfic genre. Ericka is what you said, human, and will stay that way unless I find a particulary witty way to change it. But that's not to say she won't develope in to something more in the coming chapters. And I also like to thank everyone else who reviewed. You're critizims, whether good or bad, help me to become a better writer.
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