Fade to Gray

Black and White

Night I

Black and White

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Damn, I'm cute. She stared intently at the girl in the mirror. Long luscious green locks, gorgeous innocent violet orbs, soft porcelain complexion.

It has been 6 years since she reincarnated into this world. The -Man world. And as a character from the series to boot. But not just any character, she reincarnated into Lenalee fucking Lee.

Just like all the fanfictions she's spent way too much of her time on, she had died and been reborn as a character from her favourite manga.

Lenalee took another minute to admire how the child looked so much like a doll - it wasn't even funny before she decided she had spent too much time staring at her reflection - again - and proceeded to head down to the kitchen where her mother's delicious cooking wafted throughout the house.

"What's for lunch?" Lenalee asked, taking a seat at the dining table.

"Your favourite," her mother smiled, setting down a large plate of fried rice on the table.

The greenette happily dug in, wolfing it down at a rate where choking was high.

Lenalee's mother was a young woman who greatly resembled her. She was elegant and beautiful. Kind and polite. A doting parent - who also happens to be rich. It wasn't a surprise to her that Lenalee Lee was wealthy. The clothing that the young Exorcist had worn in the panel when she was taken from her home wasn't one a peasant wore. Especially in that time period.

"Lenalee, please slow down a bit," her mother chided.

"Okay," she dramatically slowed down, lifting the spoon to her mouth as a slow as a sloth.

The woman laughed at her daughter's antics, patting her head affectionately.

Lenalee beamed in response and went back to eating at a normal human pace.

As Lenalee's mother washed the dishes, she spoke the words the girl had dreaded for the past few days:

"Oh, and Lenalee," she said, "we'll go shopping for clothes later, alright?"

Lenalee blanched.

+Gray Butterfly+

"How about this one?"

Lenalee scowled and folded her tiny arms across her chest, "it's ugly."

"Everything I pick for you is ugly isn't it?" Her mother giggled.

Yes. Everything that woman picked was ugly because it had to be pink of all things. Lenalee may be a girl, but that didn't mean she'd wear pink. Much fewer skirts and dresses. She had always been this way since her past life. The girl who cross-dressed and preferred to hang out with boys - not that she did. She wasn't a social butterfly. In fact, she had been an asocial person with zero friends and absolutely no skill in being a normal human.

An Otaku was what she was and always will be. To hell with what others think or say otherwise.

"Lenalee has never liked pink, Mother," Komui commented, "it's useless trying to get her to wear it."

From as far as she remembered, Lenalee Lee has always referred to the crazy scientist as 'brother'. Since being reborn, she had never once called him that. She only saw the young adult as Komui Lee, the crazy scientist and the European Branch Chief of the Black Order with a sister complex.

"I don't need new clothes," Lenalee huffed.

"But your clothes are getting a tad too small," her mother remarked.