112Hey every body this is a story that I came up with in a dream I had about a week ago. I finally decided to write it. The only thing that I own in this is the OC, other than that it belongs to whoever made Black Cat (Sorry but I don't know who he/she is)
Hope you all enjoy it! ^^
Also please pardon me if anything is wrong if you'd like to tell me if I got the characters mixed up because I'm only on the second disk of this show, but this idea popped in my head so I just had to write it. Thanks.
P.S: This is two months before the start of the series, just thought I'd let you all know that.
Chapter 1: Zero
I looked up as light flooded the once dark room. My chained hands moved to my face, trying in vain to shield my eyes. My dirty silver hair pooled around my feet, and my legs drew closer my chest.
"You are needed." Sepheria's voice cut through the oppressive silence. The voice of the number 1 chrono member instantly demanding my attention. She walked over and undid the chains on my wrist.
"Stand."
I did so on shaky legs. My snow white eyes followed her every movement as she lead me to a huge room.
I, however, was not one to take much care into scenery. Suddenly, a huge hologram showed up in font of us both. Sepheria bowed to the hologram. "Sir. Willzark."
The hologram man nodded. "Sepheria, thank you for bringing her here."
His eyes turned over to me looking me over. "So, have you learned your lesson?"
I ignored him, staring at my feet. Apparently he knew I wasn't going to answer him. "It was your own fault, if only you completed your mission then this could have all been avoided." He paused. "However, I have decided to give you yet another chance. Seeing as you are one of my most skilled Chrono numbers." At this I looked up, shocked by his generosity, but it went unnoticed by the others in the room.
"Take heed, this will be the last chance I give to you. if you screw this one up then you will never see sunlight again." He threatened, and in a cold tone that sent shivers down my spine, he pressed, "Do you understand?"
I nodded, my lips staying sealed and eyes locked on the ground.
"Oh and one more thing," Willzark began again, "You will no longer be going on missions alone. Another number will accompany you, to ensure that you don't screw up. Should he report the slightest ill thing about you, you'll regret it."
With those words Seperia and I were dismissed and she lead me back to the room that I had before being sent to the cells bellow. "Clean yourself up." As she glanced over my figure disgust crossed her features. "You look a mess."
I blinked before slowly sauntering over to a mirror. Well...she wasn't lying. My hair was dirty and unkempt. Knots and tangles decorated the blue tresses. It reached down to my lower back and my bangs curved around my chin. When I entered that dungeon it was only at my shoulders, a silent testament that it had been a long time since I was first placed in there. My face was in a similar state of uncleanliness.
A sigh escaped my lips as I walked over to my closet. I opened the door to see all of my clothes still in here. I pulled out a some black loose fitting jeans and a dark purple short sleeved shirt. I then walked into the bathroom to take a shower.
The water hit my soft flesh in a never ending pattern, quickly cleaning the dirt from my body. I grabbed the shampoo gently lathering my hair, looking in shock at all the brown water that washed from my hair.
'How long was I in that cell this time?' Was my only thought.
So instead of a quick shower, like I planned to, I ended up taking a good 30 minute shower. Once I was satisfied I walked out, dried myself off, and got dressed. It was quite the task blow drying my hair but eventually I was satisfied with it. Then I strolled over to my bed to see a beautiful black leather jacket, a dark purple gun that looked black when hit with light with red grips, and a blade with a black handle. I ran my index finger over the leather material of my jacket loving the feel beneath my fingers. My hands then went to my gun, gingerly picking it up. It felt unfamiliar at first, but my fingers quickly became re-accustomed with it. With some trouble I gathered all of my hair in one hand and unsheathed my sword with the other. Carefully I cut my hair to elbow length. I trimmed my bangs to above my eyes before I left the bathroom. I holstered my gun on my right thigh and sheathed my sword. In a puff of black smoke it vanished.
The door was opened and when I looked I saw a boy with a black trench coat, shirt and pants. The top of his trench coat was open and I caught a glimpse of his chrono number on his chest. His piercing gold eyes bore into my own, the intensity from his stare making me nervous. His hair was black, spiky, and fell into his face a bit but not much. His aura gave him a mysterious, yet commanding feel. I could tell he was agile, no doubt about that, after all he was the legendary number Xlll.
"I take it you are the one I'm supposed to watch over."
I nodded putting on my own coat it stopped right at my knees.
Seeing I was prepared, he turned and left with me following close behind.
"Whats your name?"
From his question it was safe to assume he didn't know anything about me. If he did he would know that it was impossible for me to answer. A few moment passed without an answer from me and so he spoke again.
"Im...Train, or number thirteen of chrono."
Once again, he received no reply. I saw him getting agitated but there was nothing I could do. So in stead I grabbed his hand causing his abrupt stop.
"What's your problem?" His annoyance at being touched was communicated in his tone. I turned his palm face up and with the pointer finger of my other hand I traced out four letters.
Zero
Sorry this one is so short, but im dead dog tired so I just wanted to get this one out. Ill try to make the next on longer, and I might post some of my better stories on here(or that's what I believe any way), instead of on Quizilla.
Thanks for reading! R&R plzs!
