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Amelia Watson
Amelia woke up on some kind of Victorian style bed she dreamed she could gets one day. The one that decorated in pearl and gold while having four post
and tester on top of it. Sprinkle with creamy colored curtains that can blocking her bed from the monster in the closet in case that her house is being
occupied by one.
But that kind of bed aren't only expensive. It's fookin big. Which mean she unable to put it inside her bedroom. Even if she managed to find one.
And by the time she is affordable to have this thing. It isn't necessary anymore since adult does not need to fear for monster inside their closet.
Amelia sitting on the bed for a moment even after realizing that her detective coat is gone, enjoying a moment of being alone on the soft mattress.
A comfort that she hasn't met for century or so.
Before the detective will inhale deeply and pulling the curtain of her bed out in order to faced whoever that sitting on the table outside this bed,
inspecting her coat through the dim light of the lamp that shine on the table that standing not too far way.
The stranger is a blonde woman who turning her back at Watson. She wears something that straight up from Sherlock Holmes movies.
A brown coat and trousers couple with classic British hat. It is not that much difference from her cosplaying outfit and yet somehow feel hundreds of times
more classy.
The smoke that coming from the pipe in the woman's mouth tell Amelia that she is a real just 'carry it to look cool' like her.
She has met this woman for less than second and already feeling like dirt. This is what Amelia Watson supposed to be.
Not who she is currently being right now.
The room also decorated to suit her tastes too. A glass jars of moss and liverwort being place on the shelf, followed by hexagonal fish tank that standing on
its metallic legs. The fishes and plants that swimming inside seems dull and normal. But Amelia bet that this is the best they could get in Victorian era.
There are no oxygen pump or other fancy stuff aquarium nowadays enjoyed in that age after all.
The rest of the room are pretty unique too. She saw multiple newspapers being cut and put inside the frame. Each have string of red thread linking from one
toward another. Like one of those conspiracy movie she used to watch.
Following the line of the room. Amelia seen a showcase that being filled with strange and yet familiar object.
There are a shark girl mask that being crafted from tropical hardwood. A Persian golden headdress that being made in the shape of phoenix.
Ancient Aztec mask which looks somewhat like a skull. And the fossil of ammonites that bigger than truck tyre being stored there among other bizarre things
from around the world. As if the owner of this room is very rich or fond of traveling. Maybe both.
But all of that doesn't matter when Amelia finally lifted her head up at the big portraits that being hanged from the ceiling.
" What the…"
It is impossible, but Amelia think she saw a picture of Gura, Ina'nis, Kiara and Calliope. All of them are smiling and looking out of the picture.
Probably at the artist. As if there were some kind of hidden joke between them.
" Oh. So you finally awake." The woman turns to face Amelia. She is wearing some sort of monocle glass which make her left eyes look ridiculously big.
But all of that doesn't matter. Ame forget everything as soon as she saw the woman's face.
"… mom. Is that you?" Amelia whispered. The woman look exactly like older version her herself. Maybe in her thirties or so.
The lady's blonde hair is long enough to touching her back, while her blue eyes and lips moving in a sad smiles that she haven't seen for many years.
The woman didn't replied and Amelia didn't wait for it. She running straight toward the most missed person in her life and hugged her.
Tear start flowing from Ame's eyes as she start sobbing uncontrollably. Speaking nonsense by the emotion that being hidden in her brain since the day her
mom dies.
" Mom, I… I am sorry! I shouldn't marathon gaming during that day. If only I have been there and help you make dinner things might goes differently.
Dad probably wouldn't being thrown in jail and you would still alive today.
All of this is my own god damn fault! What point of having power to running back in time if I couldn't save my own mother!
I am willing to trade my power and everything I have just to tell you that I am sorry.
People think I keep dating single mom because I am a pervert. But in fact. I just want to find someone like you again. To say that I am sorry.
So please…mom. Don't hate me for that…!"
The woman stroking Amelia's head and let her crying and mumbling until she is satisfied. Before she will wiping tear off Ame's eyes.
" Sorry to saying this. But I am not your mom!" The woman said, laughing sadly when seeing Amelia's reaction.
" What? But you…!" Amelia gasped, pointing at the woman's face.
" Look like her? Yes! Wasn't your mother told you that every woman in Watson's family looked the same? It is in our DNA along with time power after all."
" I mean, yes. But during my time. The only female Watson I saw is my own mom. I mean, there is a picture and all…" Amelia stopped after realizing what
she has done. Suddenly being flustered.
" You should have tell me earlier! At least during the first three ranting!" Amelia yelled at the woman, who nodded and giving her apologetic smiles.
" Maybe. But I believe that the best ways to dealing with our unhappiness is to let it all out. Each person has their own tastes in doing so.
Mine is by drawing the picture of only good things in my life. Turning them into reality that no one will ever took away from me."
" Thinking about it. Who are you exactly? You sure coming from Watson family judging by that face. And seems to knowing a lot about my friends too.
Who the hell are you?" Amelia sitting on the Victorian bed and staring at the woman's eyes as she spoke.
The woman smiles become even broader. " My story is long and boring. Let's not disappointed you with that.
How about we talking about your story instead. What brought you here. How's your life going?"
Since she has nothing to do. Amelia telling that woman her whole life's story. From how she grows and learning to used time power after her mom dies.
Toward the decision to traveling back in time to saving her and her friends' mom.
The strange guy name Gigachad Watson that appeared and sending Ame toward the new timeline. The new friends she met and lost along the way.
And the end of this world that will surely come by Ouroboros's hands ( Or head?)
The woman sighed after hearing her story. She rest her chin on both hands and smoking the wooden pipe, looking at the picture of Myths in silence for a
moment.
" I never know it would be this big. But what has been done is done. Pack your things, Amelia Watson. I will brought you to someone who can help you."
" I mean. Yeah. But why do you taking my coat away like that?" Amelia asked, pointing at the her dirty detective coat that is laying on the table.
" This? Sorry! I just wanna see which gun people nowadays use. It's look cooler than mine. I admitted." The woman laughed, handing Glock 40 with red dot
sight back to Amelia's hands.
Detective shrugged. " Yeah, it is a bit more modern than the antique you keep on carrying." She pointed at the H&K VP70 that laying on the the woman's
table, making her giggles.
" Don't act all that proud, girl! You just bought that gun in a high prize less than years ago right? Thinking it was Walter PPK or something.
I bet that you still keeping those inside your closet."
" Wha… How can you know!" Amelia yelled, but the woman already walking toward the glass showcase, picking one box from it before tossing the item
toward Amelia.
" The fact that we met here means that fate has tied us together. Here's my gifts." She said.
Amelia open the box that being sealed by wax. The dust that covering the item telling her that it has not been open for a very long time. Maybe century ago.
What laying inside is the golden pocket watch with pictures of mustache in the middle of it. The needle is moving properly despite its old age and of course,
when she turning the clock back. It has 'cover' crystal buried inside. This is Watson's family clock. The same one she keep carrying since the time she saw it.
" Wait! What?" Amelia pulling her coat, searching everywhere inside her body. But unable to find the clock she carried for so long.
" Was this my clock? When did you take it!" Amelia demanded.
The woman looked confused. " What are you saying? This thing has been there more than three hundred years.
There is no second one or replacement as far as I know it."
" But… you know what? Screw it! Let get out of this place. I am too tires to asked anything else right now." Amelia groaned.
…
After two sets of English breakfast, they finally ready to gets out of the room. Amelia open it expecting to see a crowded city of London or Suffolk's quiet
farm life. Since the woman have Victorian era lady aura thick enough for Amelia to smell it just by standing near her.
But what waiting for both women are neither of that. The red desert is. It is massive and filled with nothing but slope and sand dunes.
Gravel snapped under her foot as Amelia is looking back at what she came from. It is the room that being cut from buildings and placed there. That's it.
" Where the hell are we?" Amelia shouted at the woman who is locking the door behind her right now. She seems to be fine with the fact that they are being
stranded in the middle of nowhere.
" A desert between dream and reality. The place where everything is possible and impossible at the same time.
Time has no effect here and neither space or anything else. When one person dream. They are the master of their own universe. Nothing,
not even god can take that from them.
" Sound cool!" Amelia shouted after seeing that they are walking towards the sandstorm that is running forward. Sweeping everything under the red dust.
" And yet the gap between dreams and reality is big. Too big for most beings to crossed. How many people you knows that can achieved their own dreams?"
" Don't know! I am not them after all." Amelia answered, before she will thinking of something.
" What is your name by the ways. In case that I want to see you again even if it is just a history book!"
The woman chuckled. " Just called me 300,000,000. It's my lucky number after all."
" Then what's mine! One, I guessed?" Amelia coughed from the sands that blowing in her face, using her coat to blocking her mouth as she is speaking.
" No, but you are the happiest Watson I ever met. I bet that you must be 300,000,001!" 300,000,000 laughed, lit her pipe and walking forward despite the
fact that they can see nothing but flying sands right now.
" Did it has a meaning or you just make the numbers up! It sound random as hell!" Amelia coughed, wishing she had sunglass with her right now or even a
spacesuit. To be better.
" It is the numbers of times first Watson used to play gambling against Warden of Time. Consider yourself lucky for not need to playing it.
That game is a pain in both mine and Kronii's butt."
" Oh, did ' Gigachad Watson' born from that game too? I think I heard about this from him not long ago." Amelia suddenly feeling dizzy after eating a portion
of sands. The ground almost hitting her face if 300,000,000 has not grabbing her arms before she will completely fall down.
" Careful! If you have taken too many sands. You will sleep here in the eternity of your dreams. Losing the way to going back toward reality forever. In short,
no matter what happened. Don't sleep!"
" Should have told me earlier!" Amelia wheezes, trying to spit a sand out of her mouth as much as she can.
" You need to consumed some of it. Just not too much. Everything is about balanced. Too little and you will never visit our destination.
Too much, and you will stuck here forever." 300,000,000 explained, using handkerchief to covering her face as she is pulling Amelia to moving forward.
Stumbles into the sandstorm that swirling at them nonstop.
" About the Gigachad. I never know him personally. But sure as hell that he is the result of first Watson gambling. Billions of us being created on only
purposed. To annoyed the council to the breaking point. And most of us were being purged after the event. Being wiped out of existence for the crimes they
never committed.
If some of them can survived. Of course they will be pissed. Pissed off. To be precise."
" But I know nothing about that! Why me? Why do I have to suffered by them?" Amelia coughed, holding 300,000,000 arm tightly in order to not getting lost
in the stormy desert.
The woman sighed. " Because you are the chosen one. The only Watson who has received happy ending from all of our blood that being sacrificed.
It is true that you know nothing about us. But it is a blessing, not curse."
" Happy ending? This is a happy ending!? All the sh*t that happened to my life up until this point is blessing? Then what curse would be like!
I wanna see it with my eyes." Amelia roared.
" You still have friends. And the way to being back with them. And that is better than all of our luck combine." 300,000,000 groaned.
" I am sorry." Amelia said, remembering the picture Myths members inside the woman's room. She must have losing something important along the journey
too. All of us are.
" No need to be sorry. My points is. Everyone must being thrown in the sh*t-storm some days. The only thing that mattered is how good you can holding your
sh*t together when the time has come."
300,000,000 said solemnly, making Watson laughed.
" I hope you doesn't mean that literally." Amelia joked, making 300,000,000 giggles as she is pushing her cousin(?) forward.
" I like your sense of humor. See the light that shine at the corner of your eye? Go there. It is the destination of our journey."
Amelia blinking for a few times and yes, there is a light shining at the corner of her eyes. Whenever she is trying to look directly at it.
The light is disappears, forcing detective to walking like crab toward the direction. She noticed that 300,000,000 is not holding her hand anymore and
decided to looking for the companion. But a hard voice from the woman making detective winced.
" Don't look back! Those who turning back is the one who has forgotten their goal. Go ahead! I will keep you company from behind."
Amelia muttered something along the lines of 'okay' and continues walking in silence, keeping only the howling winds and groaning sands as her companions
as she is moving toward the target.
The storm become harder than usual and threatened to blowing Amelia away if she dared to moving any further. But detective biting her lips and continues
walking. Knowing full well that nothing that life can throw at her will make she being feared again. Not after all this has happened.
And then the wind suddenly being weaker. While the light at the corner of her eyes become bigger and bigger until she finally seeing the target.
It is some kind of one story wooden building that standing in the middle of the desert. Light sparking from its glass windows as Amelia is approaching it.
" Man, so in the end I never be able to say sorry with my mom? After all I have been done it is a bit disappointing!" Amelia laughing with herself, or is she
trying to communicate with 300,000,000 behind her? Ame is not sure.
" Yes, but there is one thing everyone can do with the mistake in the past. With or without time controlling power!" A voice behind her said,
making Watson smiled.
" What is it?" She asked the air around herself.
" Forgive yourself.' A whispering voices reaching her left ears, making Amelia winced and turns back. But there is nothing there except for the empty desert
that spread over the horizon.
300,000,000 is not standing where she is supposed to be. Perhaps she never was in the first place.
…
As she approaches the building, Amelia getting more details of what she is about to enters. It looked a lot like some west world styles bar.
The place where cowboy keep visiting to get drunk and shooting each other in the movie.
Amelia took a deep breath before pushing the door open. Entering the small bar where some people come here to hanging out and getting drunk on their
tables. Which aren't that much in Watson's standard. Maybe most of the guest could not come here today due to the sandstorm.
There are one red hair rat girl who is chatting energetically with another red hair girl in black and white clothes.
Their table is being filled with empty bottles of Vegemite and a can of something called ' HOPE' soda.
Those twos stopped and turning to smiles at Watson as she is entering the counter.
The one with bugs liked wings actually winks at Ame as she is turning to nodded at them.
Further away. There is one pink hair man in white fluffy clothing playing with beyblade toys on the table and ignore everyone as he is looking at the spinning
objects. So, Amelia decided to respect his boundaries and leave him alone.
At the edge of the room, there are silver hair knight and yellow hair elf sitting close to each other on the sofa and playing card games.
They looked familiar, but Amelia decided to asking whoever that taking care of this place first before she will start making any friend here.
Walking across the desert make one feel a bit thirsty after all. Maybe a drink or twos could help Ame and her sour throat.
" Ah! Mrs. Watson. Welcome. Welcome. Will you take the usual for today?" A bartender quickly come to great her. He is a brown hair man in barista uniform.
His brown and blue eyes seemed to shine a little as he inspecting her body in a polite way.
" Sorry for being weird. But I have no idea who are you or what this place is!" Amelia chuckled.
The man look at her again, more cautious this time.
" Sorry for making a grave mistake. You are not Mrs. Watson after all.
My name is Yukoku Roberu and this is my snack bar of the dreams world ' ROBEL'. May I asked for the lady's name and the reason why she visit my humble
bar?"
" Just called me Ms. Watson is fine! But what you guys are selling here, though?" Amelia chuckled and sitting on one of the stool next to the counter.
Looking at the line of bottles behind the man and wondering what those are. Most of the liquid bottle are in the form and colors that shouldn't be edible by
her standards.
There is one completely black liquid inside the triangular glass jar laying next to the bamboo tube that contain with sparkling water.
It is as if someone has put the stars inside the tube and placing it on the shelves. Other oddities are also standing there.
Things that looks like rotten milk, Methanol and crude oil in decorative bottles are also present here.
What should Amelia ordered anyway? She didn't even knowing the name of these things!
" What do you guys serving here?" Detective asked, resting her legs under the seat as she is speaking.
Roberu smiled. " We served what our guest wants. And each guest have their own need. Some are being tired of the outside world and want to rest here
permanently. While some, like those two ladies. Just needing a private place for their chatting without care of the problem between their works position."
He pointing at the rat girl and red horned girl who is stop speaking and staring at Amelia. They make her a bit nervous right now, to be honest.
" Well, I am not a hard drinker. But could you get me something similar to this?" Amelia asked, searching her coat and mixing some 'Watson's concoction'
she still carries around before giving it to the man.
Roberu sniffed the liquid and grinned. " I afraid that our store still unable to making that kind of drinks. But may I take this one bit as a sample?
In case that our future customers may needing it. Or you might want to returned to my humble bar again."
" Sure! I still have some left." Amelia nodded at the bartender who quickly pouring the drugs inside a small glass and shoving it under the counter.
Returning the cleaned, empty tube for Watson with professional movement.
" Hi! Roberu. Giving her the usual, please? I will paid for it."
Someone suddenly speaking behind Amelia, making her flinched and turned back to see the rat girl who is standing behind her seat.
Looking at the detective with mocking eyes.
" Oh! Thanks! Did I bothered you?" Amelia holding herself together before asking.
The girl snorted. " Just calling me Bae. Where is her drinks, though?" Bae turning to look at Roberu who open the bottle, mixing red and blue liquid from the
big mug under the shelf and shaking them together. Throwing some ice from the freezer that hidden inside the wall.
Before pouring the purple drinks in the plastic cup that suddenly appeared on Amelia's table.
The one with the purple blob shaped cartoon character on it.
" Go ahead! Try it." Bae nodded at the cup, while Roberu is hiding his smile by cleaning the used bottle with white towel.
Clearly waiting for Ame to sipping this thing.
" Sure! Why not?" Amelia lifted the cup and swallowed half of the liquid inside. She feels nothing at first. It's like drinking a water or something.
And then the pain suddenly rush through her body, straight up from her brain toward every bit of her cells.
Amelia choked and coughed, sending purple liquid to splattered on the counter by accident.
" What the hell is this! It taste like Satan's piss after he has been tortured in hell for eternity!"
" This is ' Grimace Shake' The pain of those who struggles. It is part of life after all. Everybody must facing it sometimes. Ms. Watson too."
Roberu said cheerfully.
" Why do you did this to me! What have I done to upset you?" Amelia turning toward giggling Bae. Wiping purple tears from her eyes.
" That for shooting bullet in my nostrils!" Rat girl roared, before burst out laughing again, clutching her belly during the progress.
" When the fook did I done that!" Amelia wailed, still spitting the torturous liquid out of her mouth and nose.
" Well? It is not exactly you who did this. But another you is also counted to. Aha! Checkmate! Time traveler!" Bae still laughing nonstop until the horn girl
finally yanking her head back, giving Amelia an apologetic smile before she will dragged her friend back to their own seat.
" Remember this feeling. Amelia Watson. It will being useful later." Rat girl said, before she will being forced to bowing her head toward Ame by her horned
friend.
The pain that sparking inside her brain make Amelia Watson rumbling at her seat, thankfully that Roberu has giving her a bucket of clear water to washing
her face, and, for a minute or so. Amelia forget what or why she is here, caring only to splashing the cold water toward herself as much as possible.
" Look like your guest has arrived, Ms. Watson." Roberu suddenly said, making Amelia looked up from the coat she uses as a handkerchief.
Turning at the stool on the left of her body where her pet honey badger is sitting in silence. Holding a mud cup that filled with white liquid in his hands.
" Why the f**k are you here?" Amelia asked. She kept this honey badger since the day that council members had decided to attack New York City.
( Myths vs Council arc.) The animal probably being summoned by Fauna's magic or something.
She didn't think too much about the it after begging for Subaru to keep it as a pet.
After all, this bastard did nothing except from eating its mouth full and playing Ame's video game when no one is looking at.
But that's all what bizarre about it. Yes, it is smarter than normal badger and standing on its hind legs. Problems?
But today the animal look different. Smarter than even it usual self, to be honest.
" Warden of time wanting to delivered a message. She said that it is about time." Honey badger said after sipping his Pombe ( African millet beer)
" What the f**k are you and what the f**k is all this is about?" Amelia groaned, clutching her own forehead and turning away from the beast that talking
with South African accents.
Honey badger snorted, lit a Cuban cigar in his mouth with platinum viper lighter.
" Wasn't it is obvious? Warden of time know that she will be overthrown in one day by your clone name Gigachad Watson.
So she sending me back in time to live beside you. To make sure that she will have a back up in a war that is yet to come."
" So you are a spy from the council after all. I should have thrown you fooka in the zoo like what Subaru suggested in the first place!"
Badger chucked after nodding at Roberu to filling his cup of pombe again. " Spy? No. No. No. I being sends there to protect you.
To make sure that nothing could harm you before the time has come."
Amelia banging the wooden counter. "How the hell can I trust you? We have been living together for months and I am not even know who you are and what
the sh*t all this is about! I am sick of you council liars! Every one of you! Okay?"
Detective wept into her arms as she is crouching on the counter.
She just joining Subaru's Myths thingy to making a new friends! Why are all this sh*t have to happened with her?
" Look at this." The badger said, making Watson turned to him at the same time as when the animal is blowing a perfect ring shaped smoke from his cigar at
her. Hitting Amelia's eyes.
" What! Are you trying to give me a cancer or something!?" Ame cries, wiping her tearful eyes.
But the honey badger continues to talks, ignoring the girl struggles as he spoke.
" I am not one of the council's underling. In fact, I have come from different management entirely. Lot of people called me one of the 'captain' manager.
But my mortal name is Kageyama Shien!"
Amelia looking at the beast through her tears and seeing that the things body seems fuzzy and blurred. From the honey badger toward something that more
human liked.
When Amelia's vision become clear again. The badger has gone. Being replaced by some male beast man who wearing black suit and fur coat.
His golden eyes looks somewhat contrast with the white and black hair on the man's head.
" So this is your true form after all. Kinda cool. I think?" Amelia chuckled. But Shien ignored her as he is shoving something on the wooden counter,
sliding it in front of Amelia's body.
It is a box that being decorated by red velvet silks. The object itself being made from flugel wood and pearl of the Atlantis.
One of the most durable organic parts in the universe.
" This is the gifts Warden of Time told me to giving to you. It is contain with the last bits of her power. She is leaving her fate in your hands right here."
Shien said.
" Why should I help her? She is a council members, our enemy."
The beast man sighed. " Do you want someone like Gigachad to be the Warden of Time? Controlling over the flow of this universe?"
" What does the weapon looked like?" Amelia questioned, touching the box with her hands.
Shien shrugged. " Don't know. Never seen the box open before, even Kronii may not known, either!"
" Very well. Since there is nothing I can do except from being drunk here forever or…" Watson opening the box before she could changing her minds.
The box open easily, revealing the black semiautomatic pistol with wooden stock and three magazines laying beside it.
" CZ 97B with three magazines. Each carrying ten rounds of .45 ACP hollow point bullets. A classical one, I see." Shien said after peering at the objects.
He look a bit impressed.
" I mean, it looks nice and all. But what make this different from my Glock? A gun aren't do Jack sh*t against beings like my enemies. And you knows it!"
Amelia questioned.
Shien inhaled another dose of cigar. " As I said. This is not a normal gun. But a weapon of the council members that being shaped as your preference.
I bet that one of those .45 rounds will be better than everything you have ever seen in your life until now."
" Cool! I guessed." Amelia nodded. But Shien seems to not done with his speech.
" Using the weapon with care, kid. When you live as long as me. You will realize that violence is not an answer for everything."
Amelia boo at him. " You sound very dull! I thought a talking honey badger will said something cooler than that!"
Shien didn't look at her as he is exhale the elephant-shaped smoke out of his mouth, flexing his skills.
" But it is a question."
Amelia smiles from hearing that. " I start like where this is going."
" … And the answer is…" Shien killing his cigar by shoving it in the beer cup, before turning to faced detective that sit beside him.
" YES!" Amelia's hand already grabbing the CZ 97b.