A rainyday miracle chapter 1
A reverse self insert to help me break me out of my funk of writers block.
What would happen if one of your favourite anime characters suddenly appeared on your doorstep one night, not knowing how they got there or why? Here is my take on it...
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Hi. Jordan Ryan is my name and I'm an overly tall sixteen years old and I'm here to tell you a little story with quite a strange occurrence. I'm just going to go right ahead and start.
The day started out like any other day would've, with me falling out of bed and lurching toward the kitchen in an attempt to put something in my stomach before I started to eat the plaster from my walls. I almost devoured the table while trying to get wheatabix in to my mouth, after I felt I had eaten enough, I stomped back to my room and put on some clothes that were a little less revealing than a pair of boxers and a t-shirt. I emerged from the room 2 minutes later wearing a pair of loose fitting jeans, a linkin park t-shirt and a pair of vans checkerboard shoes, blue and black if anyone cares. I walked down the stairs and into the living room, where I threw myself onto the couch and grabbed the remote. After channel surfing for 5 minutes, I hit the off button the remote and got up. "Stupid daytime TV" I muttered quietly to myself. I walked back to my room and over to my bookshelf. I flipped through my manga until I came to Negima number 9. I pulled it out and brought it to the couch in the living room. I plopped down and started reading it for the nine millionth times this week. I glanced quickly at the clock, it was 3 pm and I sighed with relief. It was the start of the summer holidays and I was enjoying it. I went back to the book and as I read it I still laughed out loud at it. I was nearing the middle of the book when it suddenly occurred to me that I was the only one in the house.
I walked around the house, calling my mom and my brother but I got nary a squeak of a reply from anywhere. I began to feel a bit apprehensive when I did another lap of my house and still found nothing. I passed by the fridge on my third lap around and pinned to the casing was a small note. I tore the note from the fridge and read it. "Jordan, me and your brother have gone to town for something to eat and to browse a bit. Not sure when we will be back, your lunch is in the fridge, signed mom.
"Goddamn it, I almost pissed my pants. I thought something happened to them" I sighed loudly to myself. With newfound relief I made my way back to the couch and sat down. The moment my buttocks hit the leather seat, the doorbell rang. "Sonofabitch" I said quickly to myself. I got up and walked toward the door. I pulled it open and standing there looking up at me was a girl. She was by no means short it's just that I'm a bit taller than everyone I know. I stared back at her and thought to myself "She's very cute but where do I know her from, she seems so familiar to me?" "I'm sorry, can I help you with something" I said politely to the girl. The girl looked shyly at me and said quietly" I...I was won...wondering, could you help me, please, I do...don't know where I am and I'm really scared" with these last few words she broke into tears and fell to her knees. I was a bit taken aback by this but being the true gentleman that I am I instantly fell to one knee and took her by the shoulders. "Come on now, miss, stop crying, I'll help you, please come in and sit down." We walked in and I sat her down on the couch. "Thank you, (sniff) sir, I appreciate your kindness" said the girl hoarsely.
"Sit down and tell me what happened to you." I said this forwardly because the school uniform she was wearing was ripped and torn to tatters. While she fidgeted on the couch, I could not help but be drawn to her face. She was dark skinned with very beautiful eyes albeit they were a very unusual colour, bright yellow, and I must say they were quite enrapturing to me. But one feature drew my attention, that she wore face paint on both her eyes, one featured a teardrop and the other a simple line, an almost scar like design. She truly was an enigma. But I could not help think that I had seen that before too.
She explained that one minute she had been sitting in her classroom, reading from Roll of thunder; hear my cry, and the next she found herself in the middle of an alleyway in a strange town. She went on to say that after wandering around for close to an hour, she had just stopped walking and stood stationary on a footpath. She was then approached by a group of men who asked if she was looking for "a good time" as they put it. She simply walked away from the group but she said they followed her around, hooting and making lewd remarks at her. They grew particularly daring when they had begun taking large gulps from bottles that they carried with them. One man had even walked up behind her and grabbed her school jumper and in her attempt to escape, he ripped a large strip from it.
After that had happened she broke into a run and when she stopped running she was outside my house. "And that's what happened up until now, sempai" she said quietly to me. "Oh my god, that's terrible, I'm so sorry, miss, and you can call me Jordan." She smiled warmly at me and said "you can call me Zazie Rainyday, Jordan sempai." I couldn't believe my ears; it all flooded back to me at that point, that the girl sitting in front of me on the couch was none other than the enigma of mahora academy, zazie rainyday.
End of chapter 1
This was only meant to be a one-shot fan fic but so many ideas have flooded to my head since I started. I will be continuing my other story as well as this, one so don't fret regular readers and for those of you not familiar with it it's called the way of the ninja, a kaede/negi fic. It's in M rated negi kaede in the search engine so if ya get a chance, have a look.
Anyway, these is lucifernum or just call me JR if ya want, it is my name after all!
Signing off.
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