Strange and Unknown

Nitsua (Part 2)

     When you get attacked by a random person while you're inside a car, you'll probably think, "I'm going to die!" Well, I thought "I wonder what kind of thoughts are going through her head." 

     "Are you Willow Heathers?" she asked, and I got a closer look at her. Recently cut hair, based on her constantly touch of her hair, a necklace hanging around her neck, a simple t-shirt, saying, "I need food," and about 5, 4'. Wow, she's short. I couldn't get a good look at her face, since it was night. Somehow, she was able to get us into a car accident without even hitting anything. Literally, we hit something we couldn't see. 

     "So are you Willow, or nah?" she asked, her head slightly tilted, with her walking toward my mom, and simply pulling out a toothpick, before my mom fainted. Odd. She looked straight at me afterward, and raised an eyebrow.

     "Third time. Are you Willow?"

     "Yeah, I am. Stop trying to act tough, the eyebrow and pose looks too forced," I casually tossed out, taking a closer look at her, seeing that she's around 13 or 14, around my age. She dropped her expression, and took up a smile.

     "Well, aren't you smart. You're not bad. Gutsy too. I think I like you the most. Calm, rational thinking."

     "Mostly rational. I have unorthodox methods for getting my answers and assumptions," I said, trying to look as humble as possible. Being humble like Sherlock Homes is one of my dreams. It's weird, right?

     "I see. Well, it's still cool! I'm Kedala by the way," she smiled, extending her hand. I grasp it firmly, shaking it. I guess I don't really need to tell her my name, but I'll do it anyways.

     "I hate my last name, so just Willow Pillow is fine," I said, a little annoyed by her smirk and muffled laughter.

      "But, I suppose you aren't here to become my friend, now are you?" I said, my face going from a friendly one to a dead serious expression.  She frowned.

     "Wow, you're a little bi-polar."

     "Nah, having my time wasted by small talk isn't my thing," I sighed.

     "Aren't you awkward?" she laughs

     "Not awkward. Just.....maybe a little bit," I said.

     "You're pretty weird, but that's what makes recruiting fun! According to my boss anyway. So, you're probably wondering what I'm doing here. I'm new to recruiting, so they assigned me to you, since you would probably be the easiest."

     "How would I be the easiest? I thought with my hateable personality, people would consider me the hardest," I stated, before continuing with, "not that I care, really."

     "You're different that's why. We're all quirky and individual. Meanwhile, all those fakes and norms-"

     "Norms?"

     "Normals, people who don't really have something distinguishable about them. At least, that's what I believe," she muttered. I sensed something deep and mature about her. It was only 7 minutes in and I somehow admired her. I would jot this feeling down later to discover the source of it.

     "I see. So, as for why you're recruiting me?"

     "Well, there's something called a NL (Number Link).." she said, explaining everything, and asking if I wanted to be a part of it.

     "Well, first, before I answer, tell me this. Based on your amazing storytelling, you must be a writer. Also, your ring finger is worn down. It shows that you write alot. So since you have a NL, based on what you said, I'm assuming your NL power is story writing?" I asked, with a smirk as she raised two thumbs up, and stuck her tongue out.

     "Ding, ding! 9/10 correct! It utilizes writing, but not exactly. What do you think it does?" she questioned, with a mischievous smile. I think for a minute. It's possible that she could rewrite thoughts, but that wouldn't be right. How would she have caused the accident then? As for rewriting history? That would make sense, but it wouldn't seem that way, since she couldn't predict the conversation. It's possible that she could've "wrote" the invisible thing we crashed into. But, that wouldn't be writing anymore. So, what could it be?

     "I hate to admit it, but I give," I said, sighing in frustration. I hate not being able to solve things. Especially when I don't have enough information to make a proper deduction. In response, she had a big grin.

     "I can write what will happen, as long as I meet certain requirements. Pretty neat right? So if I write 'Willow Pillow will fall after speaking to Kedala' in my notebook, you'll fall," she said, taking out a notebook. Scribbled on it, was 'Not Death Note.' "I can probably kill people if I wanted to with this book, but I'm not psychotic enough to do that. Pretty fun right?"

     "Not sure if that's my type of fun, but I do enjoy studying the human mind and its complexities. Nothing brings greater joy to me than understanding of it," I smiled, pulling out my mini notebook. Extending it outward, she pointed at it, then her. I nodded, and she pulls it out of my hand.

     "Whoa, I've never seen so many theories on one page in my life. You do this often?" she asked, her eyes wide with surprise. She handed it back to me. She pulled out her own notebook, and started scribbling in it. Suddenly, a truck zoomed by, with a leather chair falling out, and another stool falling out from another car, landing on the street. I gasped, before she grabs the leather chair and stool and pulls them onto the sidewalk, right-side up.

    "I'm assuming you wrote down "A chair and stool will fall from a truck coming by?" I asked, raising an eyebrow up.

    "Yep. Take a seat," she said, sitting down on the stool. I follow suit, but on the leather chair. I don't mind leather chairs anyways.

    "So, have you thought about your answer yet?"

     "I have," I said, before pointing at my brain and pulling out my wallet for my social security number.

     "Alright, well let's get this over with," she muttered, cracking both knuckles, before I asked one more question.

     "What's gonna happen with my mom?"

     "Eh, she'll wake up knowing her daughter Willow is in Nitsua, looking for someone named Tatsu."

     "I suppose I'll know him right when I spot him?"

     "Leave it to me!" she grinned, before injecting something into my arm, knocking me out.

Writing in past tense is soooo much easier, but writing in present tense is also kinda fun. I think so anyways. But, I probably won't update much this week, as I'll be studying for exams until next week on Thursday. Also, I'm going to finish many assignments, so I won't be busy later in the future. But, I'll still try to update at least once more this week!

Also, I'll reveal Tatsu later, and yes, I know. Kedala's power is super OP, but I got some nerfs coming up!

And for those of you who haven't already, make sure you vote for this story and spread the word to your friends! I really like writing this story, and I can feel some of my writing ability coming back!

Thanks again for reading!

-Ducky

(Quack)