Elena Winters was a Anime loving Canadian that dreamed of being transported into one of her favourite animes. But she didn't mean it literally! Especially being reborn as Madam Red's and Rachel Dallas-Phantomhive's little sister! And why is Vincent...
After scraping what was left of Vincent off the floor-thank you Finny- Elena was practically dead on her feet.
So being her tired haggard self she opened up her arms and hugged the floor.
"That's -yawn-enough-YAWN- excitement for -YYYYAAAAWWWNNNN-today........zzzzzzzz." She managed out before she curled into her jacket, out for the count.
"......Zzzzzzzzz."
Her soft breathes tickled her bangs as she shifted her jacket closer to her.
"Hmmmmhmmmmm...."
Elena could see herself become apart of this floor, marry it even.
But some people are jealous of their love.
"Hmmmm.....mmmmm???" Elena's eyelids twitch as she felt arms trying to grab her.
*Rolls*
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".............."
The arms tried again.
*Rolls*
".............?!"
And again.
*Rolls*
"Weave mweee awone" I whined sleepily.
The arms try again to grab me.
*Rolls*
And I find myself hitting a wall.
I inwardly cussed in Star Wars some how knowing it's the beauty of a teenaged Anakin Skywalker that caused my predicament.
Kriffing He**!.
I swore up and down the place just feeling exhausted.
I finally felt myself being picked up and moved.
I flailed about until my hands grasped the side of the door making my kidnapper stubble.
"Leave me on the floor to die." I demanded my voice serious.
"Can't do that or your sister will have my head." A masculine voice spoke.
'Ah.'
My grip loosens.
'Vincent is back with the land of the living.'
But I didn't really care.
I elbowed him in the face causing Vincent to let go of me so he could cradle his nose.
Landing on my feet I straightened up so I was standing.
"I have legs. I can walk myself." I sassed, heading towards my bedroom.
In my defence I get savage when I'm tired.
So it's his own fault he got hurt.
—————-The Next Morning ————————
"Zzzzzzzzzzzzz........"
In a dark room a sleeping figure could be seen in their natural habitat.
"Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz........"
Their natural defence the blanket burrito.
An innovation that strikes people with awe inspiring respect.
Feeling a slight breeze the blanket burrito successfully manoeuvres a second layer of defence by grasping a spare blanket and rolling until their desired result.
