School was over for the day and frankly, Laviana wasn't happy about it. Getting home soon meant she had to do the assignment she had been putting off for the last 2 weeks and was due tomorrow.
The doors shut and Laviana went to stand in the corner of the crowded bus 'i just need to write about the Greek gods when i get home, literally just the Olympians, that's all...unless i get up at 4 again to do it...i could wake up at 4'. She would not be waking up at 4. Eventually she made it home, and instantly decided to go to sleep, abandoning the already minuscule amount of motivation to do her assignment she had.
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'shit shit shit shit' running down the narrow alleyways between the shipping containers, gunshots ringing out behind him, he silently cursed out the Mimic members chasing him. He already knew he was dead, that wasn't what he was worried about, he knew he had pissed off the wrong people more times than he could count, he knew this was coming. No, he was annoyed he wouldn't be able to fuck with them anymore, he'd done everything from stealing every black and blue pen in the Port Mafia HQ to blowing up the cars of every member of Mimic he could find.
So ,because this man is an insufferable, petty, asshole, he came up with something that could top his lifetime of ruining peoples' days. He would use his ability on someone else for a change. (Readers, please be aware that this man is not aware of the extent of his ability, nor of the entirety of its consequences, he's doing this with the same amount of knowledge you, yourselves currently have). He called upon his ability, and in that moment two consciousnesses swapped places.
As he was finally cornered, he gave the group a sharp smile, and welcomed death with open arms, excited to watch the chaos he had just created unfold from the beyond.
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'What the hell? Did my tapestry fall down again?'. Grabbing her glasses and getting out of bed, Laviana noticed that her decor wasn't the only thing missing. This wasn't her bedroom.
'What the hell. What the actual fuck- where the hell am i? This- this isn't my room!' scrambling out of bed, she ran out the first door she saw, and luckily for her it led to the hallway of an apartment complex. Laviana hastily ran down the stairs, unconsciously counting the flights as she did, until she made it outside into the night. Five. She didn't recognise the area either- she was somewhere completely unknown.
So she ran, trying to memorise the way in case she needed to direct the police there, hoping she would run into someone who could help her. And she did.
'Fuck', "oh? Are you okay, belladonna?" 'huh?' looking back at the man she had run into, she felt the air leave her lungs. God she felt like she was going to be sick. Or start hyperventilating. Probably both.
It was a man who she recognised, Dazai Osamu, and not the Dazai, author and whatever else- no- this was the Dazai from Bungou Stray Dogs. "Yeah- yeah i'm okay, thank you," his eyebrows furrowed and Laviana repeated herself, "i'm okay, thank you," grabbing his outstretched hand and pulling herself up. "Sorry about that, are you okay?" Dazai's eyes shone. "Perfectly belladonna, No harm done!" 'so he really is like that huh,'
Smiling awkwardly, while still processing this new development, she started to back-up the way she came, "um, well, bye then!" and then she ran. Again.
'That was Dazai- DAZAI from the fucking ANIME?! I spoke Japanese- I don't know Japanese, what the hell is going on?!' Suddenly, she realised she had arrived back at the building she ran from, and having guessed that she probably hadn't been kidnapped from her bedroom now that she's seen a living fictional character, she retraced her steps back to the apartment she ran from.
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The room itself was small, a regular Japanese studio apartment, with a tiny kitchenette and a small bathroom off the side. It was plain and there wasn't really anything in it except the essentials.
Sitting down on the edge of the bed, Laviana realised there was something in her pocket. Digging it out, she found a wallet, a key falling out. 'Where the hell is this to?' Laviana opens the wallet, and to her horror and confusion, a drivers licence, her drivers licence, her photo, her name, her birthday, her. Except her address...it was in Yokohama, Japan.
'What the hell is going on...'
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