Saturday, April 28, 2007

Tabula Rasa

Words from the author: So this is my first long story. Tabula Rasa means scraped tablet or clean slate in Latin, blank to put it simply, so I thought that it would be a good name since this is coming from pretty much nowhere. I still hope that you enjoy it. So let's begin.

Note:

"this" indicates normal talk
this indicates thinking
~*~*~*~ indicates a change of place

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TABULA RASA

Chapter 1

"Let me get this straight, no one has told you ANYTHING about this?"

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I feel a little dizzy...

"...and that big bum could've paired me up with anyone, ANYONE, and he pairs me up with that?!"

...where am I?

"...yes, that's what I mean, I want a new partner, NOW...what?...have you seen that thing yet? Obviously not and nor has The Bum, otherwise he would've thrown her to the Library! That girl won't make it even through one HOUR on the field...hah hah very funny, should I come up there and kick your ass right away or are you gonna actually DO something about this?!"

...oh. Right. The Incident.

"...so I really am stuck with Little Miss Schoolgirl am I? Someone is sooo going to pay for this..."

...she doesn't sound too happy. I wonder what that call's about.

"Well I gotta get going now, she's up already." A pause. "Of course, I'll just be my charming self and she'll beg for a transfer...yeah, well that's not my problem. Bye." She ends the call.

Oh no she's looking at me.

"Okay, get up already, I don't got all day."

Get up? Wait. Where am I again?

"In the worst job you will ever get. Now get your ass up, we have work to do."

Fine, fine, no need to be so vulgar about it, I think while standing up from my chair. That woman is still looking at me...no, not a woman she looks life she's my age-

"Far from your age, unfortunately. Oh in case you missed it, I can read minds. But your body language tells enough."

"Seriously? Well then could you finally tell me where I really am and who are you?"

"Where? I think I covered that already. Who am I? To make this quick, you can just call me Malice. Everybody does. A fitting name I might add."

Who the hell wants to be called malice?

"Wonderful people like me." Malice is sitting on a chair, balancing on it really, and has her legs propped up on the desk in front of her. She's flipping through some folder in her hands. A green one.

"Average family, no friends, great grades..." She looks at me from behind the folder.

"Didn’t you do ANYTHING spontaneous in your life? Drugs? Party? ANYTHING?"

I shake my head. Don't recall doing any of those. She sighs.

"A goody-goody, that's all I needed." She flips a few pages and grins. "Connections with depressed and suicidal people? Now we're talking!" She looks at me again. "Oh yeah this is your folder. Everything about your life, from your birth to..."The Incident", as you apparently call it." She raises her brows at that. "They totally forgot to add that you lack imagination...wanna take a look?"

I don't have the time to answer, the folder is already aiming for my face. I catch it and go through it. It has every single detail about me, including my picture and some very...personal details. Another thought pops into my mind. "Why's it green?"

"Because you'd be happily in Heaven if you wouldn't have made a huge turning with that Incident of yours." She shrugs. "Blue for Heaven, red for Hell, green for people like us. Simple as that." She pulls some black strands of her hair off her face. Grey eyes flare for a moment. "And by "us" I mean the few people who work for Enma-Daioh, The Bum as I call him, and have the lowest payment of the whole department." She looks up and takes her feet off the desk. "I sooo deserve a raise for this..."

"Few people who work for Enma-who?" I understand the stupidity of the question a bit too late. Malice gets up from her chair, walks in front of me and leans a little closer.

"Let me get this straight, no one has told you ANYTHING about this?" I shake my head.

"Should’ve known, the people upstairs clearly hate me." She looks up again and mutters something about killing some Kyoto-guy. Finally she remembers that I'm still in front of her.

"Oh well I'll explain while we move, we already have a pile of cases to get over with and lost souls and the M.O.O.R. have a tendency of getting nasty if you let them be on the loose long enough..."

"Cases? And what lost souls? M.O.O.R.?"

But Malice is already pushing me out the door.

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A/N: So this is the start. I hope you'll enjoy this story instead of scrolling past it.


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