The Nonexistent Girl (@darkerwithoutl)

mei—misaki:

darkerwithoutl:

“How intriguing” he mused as he stared back into the young girls eye.  What pain she must have endured to live her life in isolation.  Completely alone from the rest of her class.  Her class forced to ignore what was clearly right in front of them.  She was alone, similar to how he was alone.  ”There are some rather odd curses in this world.  I assume non-students can acknowledge your presence since they do not attend this school or are in Class 3.  Does this mean that students from other classes may acknowledge you?  Or are you completely alone?”

“Those students may acknowledge me. I am quite liked in the Art Club, but Mochizuki-kun tries his best to keep the other students away from me whenever he’s around.” She laughed under her breath darkly, “He always makes up some sort of excuse to get them out of the classroom and away from me.” Mei expected the man to sympathize with her, since he was the first person to ever know about her situation. 

“I don’t mind being alone, though. As long as it saves the students in my class. After all, I volunteered for it.”

“That requires some strength in order for you to do such a thing, that is admirable” he said lowly “The world needs more people like you, you’re very selfless for doing such a thing.”  he rubbed the back of his head lightly

what would cause her to give up her life for her class?….why?….and that eye patch….what does she hide?

“So you have friends in other classes then right?  I’m glad you enjoy art, it’s a talent that i’ve never really been good at, i admire those who can engage in such an act”

itshitomi started following you

itshitomi:

darkerwithoutl:

“Oh that’s right” he commented lightly “You’ve never used one of these have you?” he took the items from the shopping kart and placed them underneath the small scanner, leaving the bar code to be scanned by the red laser.  ”Here I’ll teach you” he said taking the chocolate bar and showing her the white box on the corner.  ”This is the bar code.  It’s how the register knows what you’re buying.  First you find the bar code on each item and run it under this laser here” he said, pointing at the horizontal red line “once it’s been scanned you put it in these bags over there and continue with your next item.  Here” he said, handing her the ice cream “You try”

Hitomi’s eyes were fixed on L’s hands, watching what he was doing, paying very, very close attention. Once L handed her the ice cream, she stared at the cold container of dessert with an empty expression. “O.. Okay.” She said quietly, turning the container so that the bar code was visible. Hitomi waved it in front of the red laser, making a subtle ‘beep’ sound. 

“…!—” She gasped lightly when the machine beeped, and her face beamed. “I did it!” Hitomi said with excitement.

He chuckled lightly “That’s right, your first check out.”  He noticed that other began staring.  How little they understood, he paid them no mind, this was exciting, he was excited for her.

“Keep going” he said, pointing at the cart “We’ve still got a few more things”

His cover has been blown.

immortaldoll:

darkerwithoutl:

“ah” he reached up over her and grabbed the box in his hand.  ”here you are” he smiled, handing her the box

“T..thank you..” she popped open the lid and tilted it towards him. The silver wrappers inside were all the same except for different colored decorations. “All of them are in here..”

He picked out one silver packaging and held it up to his face “Interesting, so they come in these packages then.”  carefully, he opened the wrapper and pulled out the small pastry.  ”How have I never had one of these before?”

Her eyes widened at that, how could she of done something he hadn’t. “You’ve never ever ever had a pop tart before..?” she posed the question just to make sue she had heard him right.

“No, I don’t believe I have” he said, eying the pastry curiously

damnthisisheavy:

darkerwithoutl:

“Your description of me as the literary character Sherlock Holmes is not far off.  I’ve been able to extract secrets from even the most intelligent of mankind” he pulled his hand from his pocket and began biting on his thumbnail.  ”I have time traveled.  But its like I said, I don’t travel through space and time regularly.  It’s only happened twice I believe.  I’m still attempting to understand how I am able to break the natural laws of physics as I travel using no vehicle.  It simply happens to me.”

That’s pretty cool, though. At least you don’t have to worry about running outta gas and having to power up 1.21 gigawatts of electricity.

But time travel’s become almost a hobby now…unfortunately. I don’t know how many time periods and worlds I’ve been through to just get back home. But hey, I guess I’m gettin’ used to it…

-It didn’t help that Marty sometimes grew disinclined to return to Hill Valley anyway. But in any case, this “Ryuuzaki” character interested the teen, as if he saw him from some sort of movie. Ironically enough, of course.-

“The most intelligent of mankind”? Do tell!

“1.21 gigawatts of electricity?….that’s quite a lot of power.  Approximately the same amount in a bolt of lightning, but i doubt that you use those to time travel. It’s too inconsistent.  Perhaps plutonium?  That would suffice, but plutonium is extremely expensive, not to mention illegal for common pedestrians to carry around in their pockets.”

He crossed his arms as he got lost in thought remaining silent for a few moments

he isn’t from my time period, he may not even be from my universe for that matter, it isn’t my place to arrest him, perhaps its legal where he comes from.

“I’m most comfortable in my own time, being five hundred years in the future doesn’t suit me well.  Just as you probably realize your home is in your own time, you probably have family and friends there”

“….”

((Ummm, probably my Wander account even though it isn’t as popular as this one.  But Wander is one of my favorite characters in anything ever. so.  Yeah.))

His cover has been blown.

“ah” he reached up over her and grabbed the box in his hand.  ”here you are” he smiled, handing her the box

“T..thank you..” she popped open the lid and tilted it towards him. The silver wrappers inside were all the same except for different colored decorations. “All of them are in here..”

He picked out one silver packaging and held it up to his face “Interesting, so they come in these packages then.”  carefully, he opened the wrapper and pulled out the small pastry.  ”How have I never had one of these before?”

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His cover has been blown.

“Yes” he called back lazily “I was just stretching is all  and my neck cracked a little.” He appeared in the doorway of the kitchen, smiling lightly as he watched her search for the pop tarts

She finally came to the boxes and silver packaging, stretching to pull down the boxes. “Okay..And I found them.. Just…” she swatted her fingers at it, each time grazing them only a little. 

“What’s the matter?” he asked looking over her shoulder “You can’t open it?”

“I’m not tall enough to reach them..” she somewhat grunted out, still fruitlessly swiping at them.

“ah” he reached up over her and grabbed the box in his hand.  ”here you are” he smiled, handing her the box

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The Nonexistent Girl (@darkerwithoutl)

mei—misaki:

darkerwithoutl:

“Yes….I’ve been known to see things that aren’t there” L commented quietly “Are you not real then?  Or have you been assigned to watch over this class?  Were you in this class at one point?” He asked.  He had asked a lot of question but he assumed she wouldn’t mind his question.  If she would then why did she decide to speak with him.  For mere conversation?  No.  She had a purpose for this conversation.  She knew more than she was conveying.

After listening to her question he pondered the situation for a moment.  ”I cannot say why.  It simply is.  If it’s a curse there is no explanation, there is only cause.  The curse simply exists, fulfilling its purpose.  Just like you must fulfill yours.” he pointed at her with his pale index finger “So tell me.  What is your purpose?”

“The class is cursed because long ago, Class 3 pretended that the dead student was still alive, so there’s was an extra. So now, there is a dead student in Class 3 every year.” She looked at him with an emotionless expression. “But that dead student has no knowledge of their death, nor anyone else for that matter. It’s almost as if their death never happened. Like that student nearly twenty years ago.

“So since there is an extra student, the curse kills the other students in the class to keep the number of students in the class at the right number. And it won’t stop. Unless…” Mei paused, staring deep into the man’s dark, sullen eyes, “Unless the students act as if one student doesn’t exist, not even acknowledging their presence. Even that person’s name is crossed off on the class voucher.”

The wind blew again, sending pieces of her hair flowing in the wind, “My purpose is to be that student. The nonexistent one.”

“How intriguing” he mused as he stared back into the young girls eye.  What pain she must have endured to live her life in isolation.  Completely alone from the rest of her class.  Her class forced to ignore what was clearly right in front of them.  She was alone, similar to how he was alone.  ”There are some rather odd curses in this world.  I assume non-students can acknowledge your presence since they do not attend this school or are in Class 3.  Does this mean that students from other classes may acknowledge you?  Or are you completely alone?”

His cover has been blown.

immortaldoll:

darkerwithoutl:

immortaldoll:

She smiled at the thought of someone wanting to have all the flavors, but nodded her head. “Of course!” she stretched again and made her way for the door to walk downstairs.

He stood up slowly, cracking his neck and scratching one foot with the other before standing full height and following right behind her

“Are you ok..?” she called back, having heard the cracking sound as she walked into the kitchen. “Poptarts…Poptarts…Poptarts…” she walked around, opening cabinets. 

“Yes” he called back lazily “I was just stretching is all  and my neck cracked a little.” He appeared in the doorway of the kitchen, smiling lightly as he watched her search for the pop tarts

She finally came to the boxes and silver packaging, stretching to pull down the boxes. “Okay..And I found them.. Just…” she swatted her fingers at it, each time grazing them only a little. 

“What’s the matter?” he asked looking over her shoulder “You can’t open it?”