*SPOILERS, READ AFTER YOU READ THIS CHAPTER! PLEASE AND THANK YOU.*
The plot twist this chapter, and the last chapter gets me every time. I had to stop and think twenty minutes befroe I started typing again. Heh. And don't worry, the reason why Aomi changed so suddenly will be explained in future chapters, I just don't want to rush her sudden transformation into a Shinigami so quickly.
When I first thought of Aomi, which was over one and a half years ago I think, I was super pissed at Bleach. And I mean, super pissed. That's when I made Aomi, a kickass Shinigami who actually used a scythe instead of a weak ass sword. (Not dissing swords here. Totally not.) She's not a Bleach OC, so don't worry. She's just a OC that I made for fun. (And because I was super pissed. Pfffft.) That I'm actually adding into my original story that I'm typing up slooooooowllllyyyy.
Muh, writing a character who's lost her memory is super hard. Like, really, really hard. I've never lost my memory, so I had to take a few liberty's and just reference memory loss from a few movies that I've seen. Sorry if it's not exactly realistic. Guh.
Also, this chapter finally explains why Tatsumi's so creepy. She just keeps on egtting more and more creepy from now on. This arc is focusing on Aomi, the next one should focus on Tatsumi. Both Aomi and Tatsumi can read minds, by the way. Heh.
PS. Tomorrws my last final. Then I have monday off. Whoop whoop!~
PSS. Please don't hate me for compairing Aomi's personailty to a British rockstar. It was the first thing that came to my head.
Disclaimer: I do not own Durarara! nor any of it's characters.
I couldn't remember anything. Besides signing this contract, stating for me to obey the rules of the underworld. Does that mean I'm dead, or worse? I didn't die when I made that huge jump, a normal human would've died if she'd jumped that far down.
Wait, why do I know so much about humans? Why could I read and speak Japanese? How come I even knew what Japanese meant? These questions were only making me panic more. Sitting down on a sidewalk I slowly made myself into a ball, shaking and crying like a little baby.
After awhile, I noticed that it was really cold out. Taking a look at my clothes, I realized why I was so cold. All I had on was a school uniform, consisting of a short blue skirt, a white blouse with no jacket, and no shoes. I must've looked like a homeless person, considering my outfit was torn. All thanks to me being a huge idiot and jumping out the window.
Shaking, due to the cold, I started to answer some of the questions inside my head myself. Since I didn't feel like seeing those strange people again.
One, those people called me 'Aomi', but was that really my real name?Or was it something they made up while experimenting on me? I can't exactly answer that one, but I'll think of a new name later, I guess. I didn't want a name that might've been made up on the spot.
Two, was I really human? Or something else entirely? I was able to jump from really high up, and live. And it seems like I can heal really fast. For whatever reason I had bandages wrapped around my arm, and when I took them off, there was no scar. Despite the bandages having blood on them.
Three, was I really part of the underworld now? That would explain my abnormal chance of surviving a risky jump, and healing fast.
And finally, four, why do I not remember a thing? I… really can't answer that one, because I don't have any words for that one.
I peeked my head up, and suddenly saw a lot of people. All of them transparent.
'Aomi is gone. She's gone. She's gone.' I kept on repeating those words inside my head, but it didn't make me feel any better. I read somewhere that repeating stuff that was really shocking and or depressing over and over inside your head helps. What a big fat lie that is.
An hour after Aomi had left, I had summarized to Shinra on what happened. He went out seeing a patent after he patched up Aomi again, and when he came home, Shinra was freaking out over his window being broken. After calming him down, I explained everything to him. But it came out all gibberish, I wasn't exactly calm myself. Shizuo went out looking for Aomi right after she had jumped out the window. I have no idea where Celty is, and I'd rather not know.
"Are you okay, Tatsumi-Chan?" Shinra said, looking concerned. It must've been because I was still shaking, and likely looking overall tired.
"Um, yeah… scratch that, I'm not alright." I said, almost wanting to burst into tears again. But, I couldn't. I just couldn't cry. I cried enough as it was, I likely had no more tears left in my body at this point.
"That was a stupid question, please forgive me." Shinra said, smacking the palm of his hand into his forehead.
"It's alright, I-I'm just worried. Not only did Aomi look different, she was thinking different- oops." I covered my mouth, putting on a shocked face. "I-uh-scratch what I just said." I really cannot keep my mouth shut at times.
"… Wait, wait, Tatsumi-Chan, what you just said… you can read minds?" Shinra asked, confused.
"… Yes. I inherited it from my dad, who inherited it from my grandmother; the list goes on and on. Basically, I can read minds." I said, figuring it was better explaining it to Shinra then trying to make up some petty lie. He'd likely not freak out anyway, since he had a dullahan for a housewife.
"So that's why you're so smart! You just read people's minds, and instantly know what they're going to say next." Shinra said, getting excited. I really hoped that glint in his eyes was just a fluke, it looked creepy.
"Not really, I do study a lot. And I have a photographic memory for nothing. I rarely ever read people's minds anyway, it just doesn't feel right. Though, sometimes I can't help it, it just comes naturally to me." I crossed my arms, while leaning back on the couch. "If it helps, my dad's side of the family's had this power for as long as grandma could remember. My dad's family started out fortunetelling and that, becoming really famous for having ninety-nine percent accuracy in the eighteen-hundreds. I have no idea if I can really see into the future or not, I've never tried it out before."
"Hmmm, Tatsumi-Chan, did your dad have this family power? Or does Aomi-Chan have it?" Shinra asked, his eyes still glinting.
"No, my dad never had a sixth sense. I have no idea if Aomi has one or not, but I think she can see ghosts and that. I sometimes see her bickering with someone, but no one's there. I often tell her to stop, mainly because she's making a fool of herself." I said taking a sip of the water I got for myself after the incident.
"I have to say, your family's really… fascinating. I've never met anyone who has a sixth sense, or anyone who can read minds!" Shinra said clasping his hands together, his eyes lighting up even more.
"Um, thanks? I guess?" I said, rising up my eyebrow. "By the way, I don't want to be dissected."
I almost wanted to scream, I was seeing dead people after all. But I didn't, they all looked so peaceful. And somehow, it just felt… normal seeing them like this. It's really hard to explain.
Jumping up from where I was sitting, I waved my hand in front of one of the ghosts. He turned his head, looked at me, and going on his own way. Strange… I'd expected a response better than that, but they apparently they didn't want to break the cycle.
Now I had another question, to add onto my already piling up question bucket inside my head. Great, just great. To add to my enjoyment just now, it started to rain of all things. Maybe that's why people weren't out. Real people, not the ghosts randomly floating around, not bothered by the rain one bit.
Hearing the clack, clack of shoes, I turned around and saw the man who was shouting at me earlier. He looked mad, for some reason. It wasn't my fault that he was wondering around in the rain. "What do you want?" I muttered, looking at my bare feet.
"I want you to come back to Shinra's apartment. I have some questions for you." The man said, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his bartender suit.
Looking up at him, I smiled. The kind of smile that gave the impression that I was some kind of maniac. "Good luck with that. I don't remember anything, nothing, zilch. I can't answer anything for you."
Even in the dark, I could see the man's eyebrow twitch. "Are you serious? Quit joking around Aomi, if you really are Aomi."
Now I was twitching myself. Twitching must rub off on people, or something. "I don't even know an 'Aomi'. I don't even think that's my real name, it just sounds so fake."
The man came up to me, and grabbed my shoulders, hard. I grimaced at first, but after awhile the pain slowed down. "Oh really, who are you then?" Now the man had a maniac smile. That must rub off on people too.
"… I told you, I don't know." I said, pushing the man away. I didn't realize that I pushed so hard that the man crashed into a nearby wall. 'I'm really not a human after all.' Grabbing my shoulders, I started to shake uncontrollably again. For some reason, I wanted to laugh.
Shaking off some of the concrete, the man had a shocked look on his face. "Are you really human, Aomi?"
Now I laughed like a maniac. I finally remembered another part of my memory. A question when I signed that contract. 'Do you want to become a Shinigami?' After I was through laughing, I looked back at my lovely toes. "No, I'm a Shinigami. A pawn of the underworld. I help bring peace to this world to those that deserve it. And your certainly not one of those people, Heiwajima Shizuo."
I'm super sorry for this late reply. Go ahead and poke me with a stick if you want to!
Artemst: Thank you, and sorry for the late reply!
I've spoken to a few deliquents before in my high school, they're nice, but they are cocky at times. I opted to make Aomi cocky, since she herself was a deliquent at one time. (Well, she still is. Sort of.) I've met mature 10-year-olds, which is really surprising. Most of them that I've met act better then most 17-year-olds.
Most spellings that I've seen use 'yanki'. I dunno, really. xD;
I'm really trying to improve on characters personailitys, and grammar. I type fast, so I guess it's my own fault. My mind can't keep up with my typing at times.
Thank you, again!~