Pardon the old ladies as tailors in the last chapter—Rhiannon didn't know that Johnny's a tailor.
Ah, Johnny, you silly little representative of America, you.
I like reviews, BTW. And as for Rhiannon, she submits REEALLY fast…I mean, damn. Even I can't do that, so I'll just take my time with my writings…I might not update fast, I have other fics to work on, y'know.
Oh, I forgot to mention in my last chapter, yes, Rhiannon and I do have a friend we call Namine.
P-Pff, I am not obsessed with Hetalia... I'm backing down a bit...but yeah, Rhiannon and I both have country names in that case. It was 8th grade. Long year.
Don't do disclaimers.
"…and this is the research room…again…"
I sighed, looking to the next door, only to read off the title and find it isn't the one I'm looking for. Two hours of searching to get lost.
What was I thinking? 'Go on, Madison, wake up early before Rain and head to the library.' Brilliant plan. I even know that I have no sense of direction.
It was probably around eight thirty by now. That meant Rain was up and stuffing her face by herself in the dining hall. And with no one to watch her portions or keep her from getting into fights…
"Damn it, where the hell is the library in this place?" I shouted to the empty hallway, hoping to get a response.
At this point, who knows what time it is? All I knew was that it was probably too late to get some breakfast after I finally made my way out of here. The hallways were beginning to fill up and I was getting nervous. The words on the doors began to look like gibberish. My head was spinning wildly, and my stomach growled in protest of emptiness.
Something sent me stumbling backwards and I fell into the sea of people. They all parted around me, simply ignoring my pitiful self face down on the floor. I sat up, rubbing my arms and looking all around me. A redhead stared back down.
"Hey, weren't you with that chick that was getting all the food in the dining hall yesterday?" He questioned, cocking his head to emphasize his curiosity.
"Don't remind me," I muttered to myself, standing slowly and moving to the side to avoid the crowd. I took note of his spiky, flaming hair, orange scarf, and low green-and-black headband before vocalizing quietly, "Yep, that's Lavi." Lavi questioned what I'd mumbled, but I shook it off, instead saying, "Sorry about...you know, popping into your dimension. We have no idea how it happened."
"Psh, why would you apologize for that?" He laughed, his voice now becoming crystal clear, even over the roar of the crowd. I was fascinated by it. "Anyway, you looked really lost. Where were you headed?"
"Um, the library," I stuttered, cheeks slowly turning red. You know, you never realize how good-looking an anime character is until you're right there... "I wanted to read up some things on akuma. I know a little, but not a lot. I just want to make sure I'm not the completely useless one here..." A nervous laugh came out of my mouth, and I awkwardly fidgeted with my long sleeves.
"Ooh, I see. Sounds good. I have to go there every day, you know," he rolled his green, childlike eyes in protest. "Crazy old panda makes me memorize my records. I'll take you there now. Get it over with for the day."
"Thank you," a smile came onto my face, and I'm positive it was absolutely goofy with adoration. It was the kind of smile you give to someone you really like, but you go overboard and end up looking completely love struck. I've accidently pulled a few of those in my time.
Although I was grateful for being showed the library, the walk there was just awkward. Just for me, though. Lavi was such a chatterbox and got along with just about everyone naturally (though that doesn't mean everyone got along with him...Kanda, for example) that I had a hard time keeping up. I had a few of those kinds of friends back in my dimension, and as fun as they were, it was still hard relating to what they liked. Sure, a little easier to talk about it, but relating was a different story. When we arrived, I made a mental note of where the library was in my head.
"...and so he punches me right in the jaw!" Lavi finished exasperatedly. I noted along the way of how animated Lavi really is. He talks very loud and open and emphasizes his words with his hands. And he loves how he talks. In fact, I'd come to the conclusion that he talked loud just to hear his own voice. With a large huff of a sigh, he slouched and turned to me. "Can you believe that stiff Kanda?"
"I can imagine," I laughed, humoring him. "He's very...well, shut out from everyone else. Anyway, thank you again for showing me here."
"Not a problem! What were you and your friend's names again...?" He turned serious suddenly, listening to me intently. His eyes flicker across my body, taking in every detail of my appearance, mentally noting everything about me. The Bookman in him revealed itself, and he heavily anticipated my answer.
"My name is Maddie, and my friend's name is Rain." At this, a grin formed on his face as he hid the evidence of ever studying me. He thanked me with an almost comedic shake of my hand, bounding off towards the other end of the library, where Bookman harshly greeted him with a textbook to the head.
Alone once more, I managed to find my way to a large section of akuma history. All the known records of the Order's knowledge of them down to a T. I was going to be helpful. I had that decided. Usually, Rain was the brave one, but this time, I would step forward. I just had to learn my stuff first...and figure out how to get to the library within several minutes of waking up.
As I found a couple of good books to start with, I felt some eyes trained on me. I turned several times to find finders and exorcists alike staring me down, following my every move, much like Lavi did earlier. I pretended not to notice. Instead, I pulled out a notepad Komui lent me and began writing down nearly everything I saw in the books. It was getting late in the day, maybe around 3 or 4, when I heard my stomach screech at me. The day caught up with me and I realized I hadn't eaten anything, and decided to wrap up quick and finish up the section I was on.
Inter-Dimensional Akuma
One of the Earl's best weapons, the inter-dimensional akuma are rarely used, as they are hard to produce compared to a normal akuma. Their strength matches that of a level 3; the weaker ones are level 2. The Millennium Earl uses the essence from the destroyed innocence he has collected and opens an inter-dimensional portal, opening him up to one universe at random. He then picks a/several human(s) and offers them the deal to bring a loved one back, then takes their bodies once they are dead. The Earl then erases any memories of previous encounters with akuma, letting them believe they lead a normal human lifestyle. After enough innocence essence is once again collected by the Earl, he opens the portal to the same dimension and takes them into his.
The inter-dimensional akuma acts much like a time bomb. Most of the time, their personalities when in human form are extremes – raging, extremely timid, forever the optimistic, constantly depressed, etc. In society, they would be considered outcasts or the odd ones. They often like being the center of attention, and are genuinely human in terms of personality. In fact, this type of akuma is not aware they are machines made by the Earl. They believe they are normal in every way. After a certain amount of time in the Earl's dimension, the akuma begin to break down. They experience mood swings, and after more time, they transform into full-blown akuma. It is the Earl's idea of a sneak attack on exorcists and the Black Order in general. There isn't a wide history of the inter-dimensional akuma, but they are highly dangerous and need to be avoided at all costs.
Reading all of that was a shock. I scanned it over and over, ignoring my stomach's screams to get up and moving. From a different dimension taken into this dimension. Extreme personalities. Considered weird in modern society. Like being the center of attention. We were radiating the symptoms.
That couldn't be true. I had to be reading a bunch of bullshit. I had memories, I had a life back home, I had people I loved and had fallen in love with, and I couldn't let this happen! Rain and I weren't akuma. I would never serve the Earl. And in my dimension, if this entire world was just a comic book (that both of us happened to know about), the Earl would have never chosen us! The Earl was a devious mastermind, and he wouldn't dare make such a daring move! A daring, yet genius move...
Forget the food; I had to tell Rain about this now.