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This story takes place at some fictional Otakon, and features my dear friend ~Pink_Sephiroth~ chilling with me for the convention. Pink, this one's for you. Enjoy it, hun!!
11:11 “Oh, God,” she said.
“What?”
“This is the part… where they…”
My eyes went wide with the realization of what was about to happen on screen. “Oh, crap.” I put one hand over her eyes and fumbled for the remote with the other with my face turned away from the TV. “No, no, no. I refuse to let this part happen. Not now, not while you’re here.” I turned the DVD player off and squeezed Pink, clinging to her like a teddy bear. There are some things you don’t want to subject your friends to the first time you’re hanging out in person; the upcoming scene was one of them.
“Thank you, Ashlynn,” she whispered, responding in kind to my affection.
“It’s so sad... And, I mean, of all the people to watch it with, being with you would be so much comfort, but…”
“I know…”
“And if you start crying, I will too.”
“Let’s not.”
I sighed and rested my head on her shoulder. “Knowing what’s going to happen doesn’t make it any easier, does it? I mean, I just want to hug them or something. At least make it easier for them, knowing that…”
“Your voice is shaking.”
I squeezed my eyes shut for a second, pressing the half-formed tear into my eyelashes. I tilted my head towards her for a second, and then faced forward, looking towards the clock but not really seeing it. She squeezed my hand as I started talking again. “I really do wish I could hug them, or even… like, invite them to spend their last night with us, so they could... be happy…”
Pink sniffled beside me and pulled me closer to her. I blinked back another tear that clouded my vision.
When my eyes came back into focus, I realized that the clock said 11:11.
And that we weren’t in my hotel room.
I nudged Pink, and she looked around. “Ashlynn? Where are we?”
“No idea. What the--?”
A door creaked open, and two young men stepped inside. They gasped together, and one of them shouted, “Who the hell are you and what are you doing in here?”
We both jumped off the couch and flung our hands into the air, as if we were under arrest. Our eyes found the owners of the apartment within milliseconds. A blond man clad in black with burn scars covering half of his face, and a redhead with goggles covering his eyes. I blinked hard. This can’t be real. They’re not really standing in front of us, are they? Cliché as it may be, I felt a pain check was in order; the sharp pressure of my teeth on my tongue told me that yes, I was still real, still me. “M-Mello…? Matt…?” Pink stammered.
“How do you know our names? And how did you get here?” Mello growled. He pulled out a gun and pointed it at us. “You talk or I shoot, girls.”
“Please don’t shoot us! We honestly don’t know how we got here!” I said. I was talking fast, but I knew I’d have to speak carefully. I wasn’t sure if they knew their fates, and revealing that would probably provoke Mello to shoot. “One moment I was wishing that we could find you two and… a-and make you happy… and then I blinked and we… we were on your couch. We didn’t break in, and we weren’t trying to steal anything or find information. It was like a time warp or going through a wormhole or—“
“And why should I believe that?”
“We just got here a few seconds before you did. First we were on Ashlynn’s couch, and then we were on your couch, and… We’re... not from the same world as you?” Pink said, lowering her arms and looking at me questioningly.
“What do you mean, not from the same world? You’re not shinigami, are you? Oh, and Mel, keeping the gun pointed at them isn’t going to make them make any more sense,” Matt said. He tapped the barrel lightly with two fingers and cocked his head; Mello let out a frustrated sigh through his nose and put the gun down.
“Um… This is going to take awhile to explain, and the reason we’re here is pretty important to us, so... if you guys would please hold your fire and let us try to figure out how…?” Pink said. A soft blush crept across her cheeks as her eyes flitted between the two of them.
The pair looked at each other, then at us. I whispered, “Pink, roll a Diplomacy check,” and giggled. She looked at me, and Mello raised his eyebrow. “Sorry, Dungeons and Dragons reference,” I said.
The four of us laughed.
Thank God, I thought.
Mello cleared his throat. “I still want to know why and how you’re here. And like Matt said. Are you shinigami?”
“No, we’re normal humans like you two,” Pink said.
“And we’re not timelords either, if you watch any Doctor Who,” I said.
Mello snorted and let his face fall into his cupped hands. “Such nerds,” he said.
Matt nudged him. “Hey. Wammy’s resident gamer, right here,” he chuckled.
Pink squeaked and bounced a little on the balls of her feet. They looked at her. “S-sorry,” she said, her cheeks darkening. “It’s just… I’m a gamer too…”
“Back on topic,” Mello said, rather loudly. “You said you’re not from the same world as us. Explain.”
I took a deep breath and began to speak. “Basically, we were watching TV. And… Well, we were watching your world on TV. The world where you guys are real people, and Kira is real and killing people and taking over the world, and where Death Notes and shinigami exist and can enter the human world and mess up the natural order of things just because they feel like it. In our world, all that is fiction. It’s not real. In our world, you guys are characters in a Japanese anime and manga series called Death Note, and people can pick it up and read the manga or watch the anime and stop reading or watching when they feel like it. And when they do, it’s like stopping a movie. That world—your world—stops being real. To us, you’re pretty pictures in a comic book, or on a TV screen.” When I started speaking, I was looking at them with as much confidence as I could, given the fact that I didn’t understand what was going on. By the time I finished, I was staring at my feet with watery eyes. I watched a tear drip from my face and hit the floor.
“And we got here, into your apartment in a world that’s completely fictional to us, because Ashlynn wished that you weren’t fiction. That you were real in our world, and that we could actually spend time with you and—“ Pink said. She cut herself off, bit her lip and looked at me anxiously.
“And hug you,” I said. “Because we know that there’s stuff going on, and that you’re both in terrible, terrible danger, and we’re weird fangirls who want to make sure that you’re happy and... And… I…” I sighed; I ran out of words and plopped to the floor, hugging my knees. I tried my best to keep my breathing even, to not let them realize I was about to cry. Pink knelt beside me and stroked my hair soothingly; there were tears in her eyes too.
“Matt,” Mello asked, “how much did we drink?”
“Not that much,” Matt said. “And if you think you’re hallucinating, you’re not. I see them too.”
“So pretty much, two girls from an alternate universe appeared on our couch because they made a wish that they could hug us?”
“Yeah.”
“Are you sure we’re not drunk?”
“If anything, we should be the ones wondering that, Mello,” Pink said. “In our world, you’re cartoon characters, and even if you turned out to be cosplayers, we’d have to be really, really drunk to wind up on the couch of some random cosplayers with no clue of how we got there. And neither of us drink.”
“People cosplay us?” Matt asked in awe.
“Yeah,” I said. Then I gasped, and involuntarily cracked a smile. I reached a hand out towards Matt, falling forward onto my other, and ran my fingertips over his vest. It was soft and fluffy, and as I felt it, my smile widened. I squeaked and began to murmur, “Fuzzy, fuzzy, fuzzy,” under my breath.
“What the hell?” Matt said. He drew back and I dropped to my hands and knees, giggling like an idiot.
Pink was laughing too. “She does that when she sees people cosplaying you,” she explained. “Pet the Matty! I mean, as long as that’s okay with you, of course.”
“Holy s**t, you girls are so weird,” Mello said. “But in a kind of… endearing way.”
“He’s trying to say you’re cute,” Matt said.
The four of us laughed again. “Did you really, honestly just wish to be here and then suddenly appear here? How did that work?”
I looked at Pink, and we both shrugged. “I just know that Ashlynn was starting to cry, and she said she wanted to be with you guys, or spend some time with you, to make you happy, and I didn’t say it out loud but I totally agreed with her. I think we both closed our eyes and then when we opened them we were here,” Pink said.
“I think I’ve found reason to believe they’re not a threat,” Matt said. He crossed to the couch and picked up two DVD cases. “We don’t have either of these movies. They do.”
“But I thought you had Advent Children?”
“This one says Advent Children Complete, Mel.... The one you wouldn’t let me buy, remember?”
“We planned on watching it after we finished… what we were watching before,” Pink said.
Mello plucked the DVD case from Matt’s hands, his raised eyebrows painting skepticism on his face. “Well, this tells me one thing. Either this is real, or we’re tripping some serious balls. Only one way to figure out which,” he muttered. He opened it and removed the disc for the movie, then stuck it into the DVD player beneath the TV and turned the TV on. Sure enough, the movie’s menu appeared on the screen, its light illuminating Mello’s stunned face.
“Can we, Mello? Please? Just in case we never have another chance? In case tonight is it for us?” Matt asked. He sauntered over to his companion as he spoke, resting his chin on the blond’s shoulder and lacing their fingers together.
I actually gasped a little when he said that. I glanced at Pink; her eyes were enormous and both her hands obscured the fact that her jaw had dropped in shock. In the instant that our eyes met, I could almost hear her say exactly what I was thinking: They know. I looked away from her and saw that the boys were both smiling.
Mello approached us, one hand extended. “We never did get your names, girls,” he said.
“I’m Pink, she’s Ashlynn,” Pink said, indicating each of us as she said our names.
Mello shook each of our hands, then turned back to Matt. “Push play, will you?” he said.
“I’m warning you guys, this might just blow your minds a little,” I said. I couldn’t help but smile; Pink couldn’t either.
As Matt grabbed the remote off the top of the DVD player, he said, “No better time for mind-blowing than now.”
There was no point in trying to squish all four of us onto the couch, so Pink and I curled up on the floor, our backs against the boys’ shins. We whispered, giggled, and gasped through the movie, up until Sephiroth showed up. The moment he began to speak, all four of us gasped and then fell dead silent for the rest of the film. When the credits finally began to roll, it was like we all awoke from a trance at once.
“Not gonna lie,” Matt said, “I totally came during the Sephiroth scene.”
“No you didn’t, my hand was right there, I’d have known if you did,” Mello said, punching Matt playfully in the side.
Pink and I exploded into a fit of hysterical laughter; both of us were blushing, our faces fire-engine red. I felt a light tap on the top of my head, looked up, and found myself face-to-face with the Repo Man. Well, an image of him, anyway; the DVD case for Repo! The Genetic Opera hovered above my face. “What’s this?” Mello said.
“A really good movie called Repo! The Genetic Opera,” I replied. “It’s a rock opera about a really messed-up future. Awesome music, but kinda gory.”
“How gory?” said Pink.
“Don’t worry, hun, I’ll cover your eyes when organs come out.”
“Sounds like fun,” Matt said. “I’ll go get some popcorn.”
“I’ll come with you,” Mello said. “I need to talk to you about tomorrow before we get to having too much fun.” He then turned to us. “I suppose I can trust you two not to break the DVD player. You can go ahead and switch the movies.”
CONTINUED IN THE NEXT JOURNAL ENTRY!!
EvFaerAshlynn · Fri Aug 20, 2010 @ 04:38am · 1 Comments |
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