Post by habu on Sept 26, 2009 20:26:44 GMT -5
THIS.....is a sort of fic I wrote because...FFFFF I figure that instead of a stupid fic where SUDDENLY THE NORMAL CHARACTER IS IN SOUL EATER *cough-like-that-one-mock-Ariel-did-cough* that I should make it more....Alternate Universe...y.....Wuuh, I'm boring myself. ;____;The Character Thursday represents me, and the Character Alice represents my friend Alice. CREATIVE NAMES LOLZ. Uhm...while these characters are sort of like us, I tried to make them not really "us" ish. :B If that makes sense. Whatever, it's not even three pages long and it sort of sucks so I decided to post it here instead of FF.net. NO OFFENSE MEANT TO EITHER RA OR FF.NET LOLZ. So. Here it is. *dies*
The two girls sit in the nearly empty bedroom. One stands, her back against the wall, and looks down on her company, arms crossed. Her lips are pulled down in a fierce frown, and her cat-like eyes are narrowed in pain. The other sits, fiddling her fingers, bottom lip quivering. Her black hair is cropped short, though her bangs are long enough to sheild one of her eyes. She does not look at the other girl, whose red-blonde hair is pulled behind her ears so that her glare is all the more accusatory.
"Where have you been." The red-headed girl's voice is soft, but fierce. "Everyone's worried."
"I'm fine." The other squeezes her hands together. "There's no reason to worry. Tell them that."
"If there's no reason to worry, than why can't you just tell me where you're going now?"
The girl on the bed turns her head and wipes her eyes frantically. "I just....I just can't. I promised I wouldn't."
"Who?" The red-head abandons her soft tone. "Who made you promise? Who's so important you can't even tell your best friend. We tell each other everything!"
The door opens and a young man walks in, announcing, "Thursday, you're parents say that they've got everything..." He notices the death-glare that the red-head is giving him. "....packed...."
The red-head pushes herself off the wall and clenches her fists. "Who are you?"
The boy, who has hair in an unnatral shade of blue-black, winces, sensing he's in trouble. "I'm...uh...her...friend?" he fumbles.
"All of Thursday's friends go to our school." she insists. "I have never seen you before."
"Alice, please." Thursday mumurs. "He really is my friend. And I'm going to tell you all I can." She gets up off the couch and grasps Alice's hands in her own. "I'm going to a very special school." She says "special" with unmistakable emphasis. Alice's eyebrows raise almost imperceptably. "I'll be back here every weekend....we can talk more next Saturday." She looks Alice directly in the eye - gray meeting blue. "I promise."
The boy leaves the room, a mildy confused expression clouding his face. The girls embrace, and Thursday leaves, allowing Alice to brood in her friend's room, alone, until her parents arrive to take her home.
+++
The phone rings, and the mass of covers on the bed shifts slightly. A slim arm reaches out and clutches the cell-phone in a death grip, pressing the "take call" button and bringing the device under the covers.
"Hello?" a voice groans.
"WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO YOUR EYE? WHY WAS IT BANDAGED?"
The scream causes the previously half-asleep girl to bolt upright, wide awake. "It was just an accident! My eye's going to be fine!" She lowers her voice. "Wait...how did you know that I - "
Alice interrupts her. "I saw you at the mall with your mom. Please, Thursday...can't you tell me what's going on?"
Thursday swallows and lowers her voice. "Alice...it's not that I don't want to tell....I can't. I'm not supposed to."
"I can keep a secret." Alice growls, beginning to sound impatient. "You know that."
"I do." Thursday assures her. Taking a big breath, she whispers, "Tell you what. This Saturday, I'll come over and tell you everything."
"You swear?"
Thursday sinks back into the pillow and closes her eyes. "I swear."
+++
Alice tugs Thursday's arm and drags the black-haired girl over the threshold of her home.
"What is he doing here?" she snaps under her breath, eyes darting from the indigo-haired boy to her friend.
Thursday looks over her shoulder at her companion, who gives her a questioning look in return.
She turns back to Alice. "Relax. Casper's a great guy."
Alice raises her eyebrows. "Casper? What's with that name?" She stops walking next to the stairs and turns around, gesturing at her friend's outfit. "And what is up with the clothes?"
"All your questions will be answered." Thursday smiles. "Casper? We're gonna be gone for ten, kay?"
The boy nods, and begins examining the contents of the house. The two girls rocket up the stairs and slam the door to Alice's bedroom closed behind them. They both collapse on the bed; Alice lays and Thursday sits.
"Well?" Alice breaks the silence after a long minute.
"Ok...you know Hogwarts?" Thursday begins.
Alice instantly tenses, becoming more alert. She nods very slowly.
"Well...let's say there was this school like that...hypothetically, of course...that was for kids and...weapons."
"You mean like guns." Alice questions. "Kids who use guns?"
"In...one respect." Thursday licks her lips, full of uncertainty, and then blurts, "Casper is a weapon, I'm his meister, and we're going to a school called Death Weapon Meister Academy."
Alice blinks. Other people would burst out laughing, or maybe shove the presumably crazy person out of their room, but instead, Alice mutters, "You know I would like to believe that...whatever you just said...is true, but...." She sighs. "I'm going to need proof."
Thursday looks at her feet. "I knew you'd say that." She groans. "Oh, I'm going to be in such huge trouble for this!" She bolts from the room, and Alice watches, flabbergasted, as she returns a minute later, dragging Casper behind her. The pale boy is shouting out in confusion as Thursday puts her hands on his shoulders and whispers something in his ear.
"What?" He yelps. "Are you serious? Do you have any idea how much - !" Thursday silences him with one looks.
Turning to Alice, Thursday asks, "How much longer will your parents be gone for?" She asks.
"About twenty minutes." Alice answers in a confused voice.
Thursday closes her eyes and smiles. "That's enough time." She turns to Casper, and the boy nods. And then he does something completely unprecedented.
He begins to glow. And before Alice fully comprehends this, the shape of the teen is no longer there, instead replaced by a spike of lightning that settles in Thursday's waiting grip. The light vanishes, and in her hand Thursday holds an oversized throwing star.
Alice is shocked, to say the least. Her mouth hangs open and her eyes bulge. "He...he..." She manages to choke out, and then sinks slowly to the floor. "...this is...." Her startled eyes find Thursday's face, and then she grins, leaping to her feet. "AMAZING!"
+++
"Oh for the love of..."
Alice blinks, startled, as a tanned hand waves over her vision. "Huh?"
Portia chews on the inside of her cheek with impatience. "What is up you lately?" Sitting down next to her red-headed friend, Portia begins to list the examples. "You're zoning all the time, you've got this goofy grin plastered on your face, and Jenny says your grades are slipping, too."
Alice rolls her eyes. "Grades Schmades."
Portia opens her mouth for a moment, stunned, and then closes it slowly. "Who are you and what have you done with Alice?" She gasps.
Alice let the serene smile return to her face. "The Alice you knew is long gone." She purrs. Poking at her macaroni and cheese, she lifts one rubbery noodle and places it into her mouth, chewing thoughtfully.
Portia gives her a quizzical look and then shrugs, seemingly deciding that this sudden change is either unimportant, or perhaps, for the better. More friends join the two at the table. Mostly girls, the places around Alice are soon filled. The seat to her left is occupied by a girl with shaggy brown hair, a long nose quick-witted green eyes. Across from her sits a sandy blond with a large black headband, and tall, lanky body. She pushes the glasses up on her nose's bridge and grins eagerly at Alice.
Alice nods at both of them formally, her smile once again fades. "Jenny, Miranda." She addresses them both in turn.
Placing her hands under her chin, her bony elbows on the table, and leaning forward, Miranda gushes, "It seems that our little Alice has gotten herself into something interesting." She chuckles, as if enjoying some luscious secret. "So...who is it?"
Alice blinks, and swallows nervously, realizing that she's found herself under the bright light of an interrogation. "W..what do you mean?"
Jenny shakes her head in amusement. "Alice, we know the signs of romance when we see it."
Alice sputters. "Romance? What the hell are you guys talking about?"
"Come on." Miranda lists the supposed "symptoms." "You've been spacing out, giggling like an idiot, every time someone wants to talk to you they have to say whatever it is twice..." She pauses, and then offers, "Want me to go on?"
Alice flushes indignantly. "OK, there is no way that I would ever let myself get all gooey over a boy. And, by the way, there is no boy involved. Well, not really, anyway. Something good has just happened for one of my friends. Something really good."
The girls who've been listening look to one another in confusion. Jenny breaks the silence at last with a guess. "Thursday?"
A few mutters break out, most disapproving. Alice sighs, and admits, "Yes."
"So you finally found out what happened to her?" Jenny feigns disinterest.
"Yes. And let's leave it at that." Alice responds smoothly. Her generally accepting and clever attitude make her a somewhat powerful member of the "clique," and the Jenny frowns as the conversation topic turns, everyone else evidentally dropping it. But Jenny doesn't seem to buy this distraction so easily. She ignores her a lunch, a habit that would have been solely Alice's before. As the bell rings, most of the girls who haven't already left rise from the table, eager to get to class without a tardy. As Alice starts to hop up, Jenny places a firm hand on her arm.
"We need to talk." She says.
Alice's throat seems to have gone dry as she swallows loudly. Her eyes are wide. The expression on her face was unclear. Uncertainty, maybe fear. "What's...what's wrong?" She murmurs, dreading the answer will be what she thinks it will.
"What did you find out about Thursday?" Jenny demands.
"Oh, will you just let it go?" Alice snaps.
Jenny blinks, honestly a bit shocked. What was she getting so mad out? Alice, who was rarely outspoken in these matters, was now being loud and assertive.
"I can't just let it go." Jenny finds her determination again. "She really hurt you by moving away. We all knew she had a choice."
Alice looks Jenny straight in the eye. "I can't tell you anything but this; I promised her. But the decision that Thursday made is going to change something about my life, and it's going to be for the better."
Jenny snarled. "What? What could that possibly be?"
"I can't tell you." Alice reaffirms.
"We're friends. You have to tell me."
"No." Alice sighs. "I don't. I've realized that now."
Alice turns and walks out of the lunch room as Jenny sinks back onto one of the long benches.
+++
Jenny rams her fists brutally into the large, wooden door, in the same fashion a starving man might. A few moments later, it opens wide, and there stands Thursday.
"J...Jenny?" She chokes out, stunned.
Smiling grimly, Jenny confirms. "The one and only." Without even bothering to ask permission, she steps past Thursday into the girl's home. "Alice told me you'd be here on weekends."
Regaining her composure, Thursday barks, "And that means you can just barge in here without and permission?"
Jenny turns around and gives her a disapproving look, as if Thursday is a child who has misbehaved, and she knows exactly when and how.
Clearing her throat, Thursday continues. "Whatever. You're going to have to leave, unless you want to be alone in my house. We're leaving, and my parents are gone."
Jenny's ears perk. "'We?' Who's 'we'?"
"None of your business, Sherlock." Thursday snaps. She attempts to push Jenny forcefully out the door, but just as she does, a boy with blue-black hair rounds the corner into the entrance way. He has a half-eaten cookie in his mouth, and his eyes grow wide with confusion.
"Fhursday?" He inquires, mouth full. "Who'th dis?"
"Oh, god." Thursday abandons her attempt at shoving Jenny out of her house, and closes her eyes as she rubs her nose's bridge in exasperation. "Casper, you absolutely could not worse timing."
Casper chews once more, slowly. "Sowwy."
"And swallow your food!" She snaps. Casper closes his trap and gulps down his mouthful. Turning back towards Jenny, she explains. "This is Jenny, and old..." Not friend. That would be pushing it nowadays. "...acquaintance. And Jenny? This is my friend, Casper. Now you know. Good-bye!" Thursday points to the door, a scowl clear on her face.
"Geez. Fine." Jenny steps outside. "See? I'm leaving."
"Good." Thursday snarls. She slams the door in the other girl's face.
"That was kind of rude." Casper points out.
Wincing, Thursday admits, "I know. But I had to do it. We only have ten minutes to get back. Remember? Mr. Reaper said so."
Casper rolls his eyes. "Why can't you just call him Shinigami like everyone else?"
Thursday chooses to ignore him, and heads into her sister's room, which contains a large, full length mirror. Casper follows. Casper secures the door behind them, and Thursday leaves forward the breathe deeply onto the mirror's face. A pale stain of condensation spreads out from her lips, and she traces a series of numbers into it. As she does this, she mutters, "Death....Death....Murder..."
As soon as she has finished, a dull ring emanates from the mirror. Only moments later, all reflections fade to black. Casper grins eagerly and takes Thursday's hand. Together, they leap through the portal.
Unnoticed by either of them is a face in the corner of one of the windows.
Jenny's face.
The two girls sit in the nearly empty bedroom. One stands, her back against the wall, and looks down on her company, arms crossed. Her lips are pulled down in a fierce frown, and her cat-like eyes are narrowed in pain. The other sits, fiddling her fingers, bottom lip quivering. Her black hair is cropped short, though her bangs are long enough to sheild one of her eyes. She does not look at the other girl, whose red-blonde hair is pulled behind her ears so that her glare is all the more accusatory.
"Where have you been." The red-headed girl's voice is soft, but fierce. "Everyone's worried."
"I'm fine." The other squeezes her hands together. "There's no reason to worry. Tell them that."
"If there's no reason to worry, than why can't you just tell me where you're going now?"
The girl on the bed turns her head and wipes her eyes frantically. "I just....I just can't. I promised I wouldn't."
"Who?" The red-head abandons her soft tone. "Who made you promise? Who's so important you can't even tell your best friend. We tell each other everything!"
The door opens and a young man walks in, announcing, "Thursday, you're parents say that they've got everything..." He notices the death-glare that the red-head is giving him. "....packed...."
The red-head pushes herself off the wall and clenches her fists. "Who are you?"
The boy, who has hair in an unnatral shade of blue-black, winces, sensing he's in trouble. "I'm...uh...her...friend?" he fumbles.
"All of Thursday's friends go to our school." she insists. "I have never seen you before."
"Alice, please." Thursday mumurs. "He really is my friend. And I'm going to tell you all I can." She gets up off the couch and grasps Alice's hands in her own. "I'm going to a very special school." She says "special" with unmistakable emphasis. Alice's eyebrows raise almost imperceptably. "I'll be back here every weekend....we can talk more next Saturday." She looks Alice directly in the eye - gray meeting blue. "I promise."
The boy leaves the room, a mildy confused expression clouding his face. The girls embrace, and Thursday leaves, allowing Alice to brood in her friend's room, alone, until her parents arrive to take her home.
+++
The phone rings, and the mass of covers on the bed shifts slightly. A slim arm reaches out and clutches the cell-phone in a death grip, pressing the "take call" button and bringing the device under the covers.
"Hello?" a voice groans.
"WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO YOUR EYE? WHY WAS IT BANDAGED?"
The scream causes the previously half-asleep girl to bolt upright, wide awake. "It was just an accident! My eye's going to be fine!" She lowers her voice. "Wait...how did you know that I - "
Alice interrupts her. "I saw you at the mall with your mom. Please, Thursday...can't you tell me what's going on?"
Thursday swallows and lowers her voice. "Alice...it's not that I don't want to tell....I can't. I'm not supposed to."
"I can keep a secret." Alice growls, beginning to sound impatient. "You know that."
"I do." Thursday assures her. Taking a big breath, she whispers, "Tell you what. This Saturday, I'll come over and tell you everything."
"You swear?"
Thursday sinks back into the pillow and closes her eyes. "I swear."
+++
Alice tugs Thursday's arm and drags the black-haired girl over the threshold of her home.
"What is he doing here?" she snaps under her breath, eyes darting from the indigo-haired boy to her friend.
Thursday looks over her shoulder at her companion, who gives her a questioning look in return.
She turns back to Alice. "Relax. Casper's a great guy."
Alice raises her eyebrows. "Casper? What's with that name?" She stops walking next to the stairs and turns around, gesturing at her friend's outfit. "And what is up with the clothes?"
"All your questions will be answered." Thursday smiles. "Casper? We're gonna be gone for ten, kay?"
The boy nods, and begins examining the contents of the house. The two girls rocket up the stairs and slam the door to Alice's bedroom closed behind them. They both collapse on the bed; Alice lays and Thursday sits.
"Well?" Alice breaks the silence after a long minute.
"Ok...you know Hogwarts?" Thursday begins.
Alice instantly tenses, becoming more alert. She nods very slowly.
"Well...let's say there was this school like that...hypothetically, of course...that was for kids and...weapons."
"You mean like guns." Alice questions. "Kids who use guns?"
"In...one respect." Thursday licks her lips, full of uncertainty, and then blurts, "Casper is a weapon, I'm his meister, and we're going to a school called Death Weapon Meister Academy."
Alice blinks. Other people would burst out laughing, or maybe shove the presumably crazy person out of their room, but instead, Alice mutters, "You know I would like to believe that...whatever you just said...is true, but...." She sighs. "I'm going to need proof."
Thursday looks at her feet. "I knew you'd say that." She groans. "Oh, I'm going to be in such huge trouble for this!" She bolts from the room, and Alice watches, flabbergasted, as she returns a minute later, dragging Casper behind her. The pale boy is shouting out in confusion as Thursday puts her hands on his shoulders and whispers something in his ear.
"What?" He yelps. "Are you serious? Do you have any idea how much - !" Thursday silences him with one looks.
Turning to Alice, Thursday asks, "How much longer will your parents be gone for?" She asks.
"About twenty minutes." Alice answers in a confused voice.
Thursday closes her eyes and smiles. "That's enough time." She turns to Casper, and the boy nods. And then he does something completely unprecedented.
He begins to glow. And before Alice fully comprehends this, the shape of the teen is no longer there, instead replaced by a spike of lightning that settles in Thursday's waiting grip. The light vanishes, and in her hand Thursday holds an oversized throwing star.
Alice is shocked, to say the least. Her mouth hangs open and her eyes bulge. "He...he..." She manages to choke out, and then sinks slowly to the floor. "...this is...." Her startled eyes find Thursday's face, and then she grins, leaping to her feet. "AMAZING!"
+++
"Oh for the love of..."
Alice blinks, startled, as a tanned hand waves over her vision. "Huh?"
Portia chews on the inside of her cheek with impatience. "What is up you lately?" Sitting down next to her red-headed friend, Portia begins to list the examples. "You're zoning all the time, you've got this goofy grin plastered on your face, and Jenny says your grades are slipping, too."
Alice rolls her eyes. "Grades Schmades."
Portia opens her mouth for a moment, stunned, and then closes it slowly. "Who are you and what have you done with Alice?" She gasps.
Alice let the serene smile return to her face. "The Alice you knew is long gone." She purrs. Poking at her macaroni and cheese, she lifts one rubbery noodle and places it into her mouth, chewing thoughtfully.
Portia gives her a quizzical look and then shrugs, seemingly deciding that this sudden change is either unimportant, or perhaps, for the better. More friends join the two at the table. Mostly girls, the places around Alice are soon filled. The seat to her left is occupied by a girl with shaggy brown hair, a long nose quick-witted green eyes. Across from her sits a sandy blond with a large black headband, and tall, lanky body. She pushes the glasses up on her nose's bridge and grins eagerly at Alice.
Alice nods at both of them formally, her smile once again fades. "Jenny, Miranda." She addresses them both in turn.
Placing her hands under her chin, her bony elbows on the table, and leaning forward, Miranda gushes, "It seems that our little Alice has gotten herself into something interesting." She chuckles, as if enjoying some luscious secret. "So...who is it?"
Alice blinks, and swallows nervously, realizing that she's found herself under the bright light of an interrogation. "W..what do you mean?"
Jenny shakes her head in amusement. "Alice, we know the signs of romance when we see it."
Alice sputters. "Romance? What the hell are you guys talking about?"
"Come on." Miranda lists the supposed "symptoms." "You've been spacing out, giggling like an idiot, every time someone wants to talk to you they have to say whatever it is twice..." She pauses, and then offers, "Want me to go on?"
Alice flushes indignantly. "OK, there is no way that I would ever let myself get all gooey over a boy. And, by the way, there is no boy involved. Well, not really, anyway. Something good has just happened for one of my friends. Something really good."
The girls who've been listening look to one another in confusion. Jenny breaks the silence at last with a guess. "Thursday?"
A few mutters break out, most disapproving. Alice sighs, and admits, "Yes."
"So you finally found out what happened to her?" Jenny feigns disinterest.
"Yes. And let's leave it at that." Alice responds smoothly. Her generally accepting and clever attitude make her a somewhat powerful member of the "clique," and the Jenny frowns as the conversation topic turns, everyone else evidentally dropping it. But Jenny doesn't seem to buy this distraction so easily. She ignores her a lunch, a habit that would have been solely Alice's before. As the bell rings, most of the girls who haven't already left rise from the table, eager to get to class without a tardy. As Alice starts to hop up, Jenny places a firm hand on her arm.
"We need to talk." She says.
Alice's throat seems to have gone dry as she swallows loudly. Her eyes are wide. The expression on her face was unclear. Uncertainty, maybe fear. "What's...what's wrong?" She murmurs, dreading the answer will be what she thinks it will.
"What did you find out about Thursday?" Jenny demands.
"Oh, will you just let it go?" Alice snaps.
Jenny blinks, honestly a bit shocked. What was she getting so mad out? Alice, who was rarely outspoken in these matters, was now being loud and assertive.
"I can't just let it go." Jenny finds her determination again. "She really hurt you by moving away. We all knew she had a choice."
Alice looks Jenny straight in the eye. "I can't tell you anything but this; I promised her. But the decision that Thursday made is going to change something about my life, and it's going to be for the better."
Jenny snarled. "What? What could that possibly be?"
"I can't tell you." Alice reaffirms.
"We're friends. You have to tell me."
"No." Alice sighs. "I don't. I've realized that now."
Alice turns and walks out of the lunch room as Jenny sinks back onto one of the long benches.
+++
Jenny rams her fists brutally into the large, wooden door, in the same fashion a starving man might. A few moments later, it opens wide, and there stands Thursday.
"J...Jenny?" She chokes out, stunned.
Smiling grimly, Jenny confirms. "The one and only." Without even bothering to ask permission, she steps past Thursday into the girl's home. "Alice told me you'd be here on weekends."
Regaining her composure, Thursday barks, "And that means you can just barge in here without and permission?"
Jenny turns around and gives her a disapproving look, as if Thursday is a child who has misbehaved, and she knows exactly when and how.
Clearing her throat, Thursday continues. "Whatever. You're going to have to leave, unless you want to be alone in my house. We're leaving, and my parents are gone."
Jenny's ears perk. "'We?' Who's 'we'?"
"None of your business, Sherlock." Thursday snaps. She attempts to push Jenny forcefully out the door, but just as she does, a boy with blue-black hair rounds the corner into the entrance way. He has a half-eaten cookie in his mouth, and his eyes grow wide with confusion.
"Fhursday?" He inquires, mouth full. "Who'th dis?"
"Oh, god." Thursday abandons her attempt at shoving Jenny out of her house, and closes her eyes as she rubs her nose's bridge in exasperation. "Casper, you absolutely could not worse timing."
Casper chews once more, slowly. "Sowwy."
"And swallow your food!" She snaps. Casper closes his trap and gulps down his mouthful. Turning back towards Jenny, she explains. "This is Jenny, and old..." Not friend. That would be pushing it nowadays. "...acquaintance. And Jenny? This is my friend, Casper. Now you know. Good-bye!" Thursday points to the door, a scowl clear on her face.
"Geez. Fine." Jenny steps outside. "See? I'm leaving."
"Good." Thursday snarls. She slams the door in the other girl's face.
"That was kind of rude." Casper points out.
Wincing, Thursday admits, "I know. But I had to do it. We only have ten minutes to get back. Remember? Mr. Reaper said so."
Casper rolls his eyes. "Why can't you just call him Shinigami like everyone else?"
Thursday chooses to ignore him, and heads into her sister's room, which contains a large, full length mirror. Casper follows. Casper secures the door behind them, and Thursday leaves forward the breathe deeply onto the mirror's face. A pale stain of condensation spreads out from her lips, and she traces a series of numbers into it. As she does this, she mutters, "Death....Death....Murder..."
As soon as she has finished, a dull ring emanates from the mirror. Only moments later, all reflections fade to black. Casper grins eagerly and takes Thursday's hand. Together, they leap through the portal.
Unnoticed by either of them is a face in the corner of one of the windows.
Jenny's face.
