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Prologue

By Sapadu

 

Disclaimer: Ha ha ha ha ha... right....

You're serious...

I don't own any of these series. Samantha is an oc, and, thus far, according to my readers, a Mary Sue. Trust me, you don't want to sue me for any of this.

 

“So, 'Soka, waddya think this is all about?” Tsuzuki asked his partner as the pair walked down the hall of Juouchou to the staff room. The teen turned to him with an annoyed expression.

 

“I don't know. That's why we're going to the meeting.” Hisoka replied, with a bit of a growl in his voice. Tsuzuki whimpered.

 

“Mou, you're no fun...” Tsuzuki whined. Hisoka rolled his jade eyes and stalked past the older man. If playing a stupid guessing game about what the meeting would be about instead of actually going to find out was the idiot's idea of fun, Hisoka determined to never go with him for coffee again.

 

Watari bounced around the corner and waved at them.

 

“C'mon! Everyone else is here already!” He called to them as 003 flapped around his head in a circle.

 

“Wah! Gomen, gomen! Are we late? Is Tatsumi-san mad? Are there any pastries left?” Tsuzuki bounded ahead of his partner to meet Watari with puppy ears and a tail sprouting from his head and back.

 

“Tsuzuki-san, I advise that you leave some.” Tatsumi said from the head of the staff table, not responding to his other two questions.

 

“Mou, Tat-su-mi...” Tsuzuki whined, clutching his precious stack of danishes and cupcakes to his chest, his purple eyes glittering with big, fake tears, which earned him no reprieve as a death glare from the shadow secretary changed his mind and he started to replace the donuts.

 

Konoe stood up.

 

“Now that everyone is here, the purpose of this meeting is to introduce a new shinigami in this department. She's being transferred here from Ministerio del Infierno in Brazil and will be staying with this department until further notice.” The chief said, reading off a transfer notice Tatsumi had handed him.

 

“But, Kachou, aren't shinigami supposed to stay in the ministry of the area they die in?” Wakaba asked, leaning forward to see Konoe better. There was a general murmur of agreement.

 

“Yes, but a shinigami must move if they are transferred by their superiors and may not move by their own decision. This particular shinigami has been transferred to at least 16 different ministries all over the world since her death, ten years ago.” Konoe was interrupted by Watari, this time.

 

"Kachou, what about a partner? Or is she going to be working in the office?" He asked, and Hisoka could sense a tiny bit of hope, which made him wonder if the resident mad scientist had finally managed THAT potion and was looking for a test subject.

 

"That's why I called the department together for this meeting- for some reason, the files we've received on this person are exceedingly inconsistent. For example, the cause of her death has five different explanations, her abilities are labeled differently, and even a few countries had her listed as male. Because of these problems, we don't know what to expect of her- whether she'll be fit to train a new shinigami, or if she will require training of her own. Because of this, I was hoping to have everyone's approval to keep her as a spare- in other words, instead of assigning her to a specific area of Japan, have her be of assistance when cases get out of hand for the shinigami handling them, as a back-up." Konoe replied, folding his hands and looking around at the department. There were various responding looks to this, but nobody seemed willing to argue. This was mostly due to Tatsumi standing behind Konoe and giving everyone his infamous evil eye.

 

Any further discussion was ended by a loud sliding noise outside the door, followed by a crash and a female, American voice saying 'That was a definite ouch.' The door opened a second later.

 

Everyone stared at her, as she stared back. She had dark brown hair, purple eyes, and wore a blue high school uniform, one of the sailor variety. It was for a very obvious reason that most everyone in the room stared for a moment, then slowly turned to stare at Tsuzuki, before turning back. The girl's eyes simply remained locked with Tsuzuki's, before the both broke contact and she mumbled, in English, 'Everybody has a double...'

 

As for Tsuzuki, he simply sat, feeling a wave of deja vu from his experience inside the storybook in the Hall of Candles. Others started to snicker.

 

“Gomen! Gomen... shukouku... desu...” The girl finally managed, in very poor Japanese. Tatsumi blinked at her before looking at the clock on the wall, and walking around the table.

 

“Actually, you're much earlier than I expected you to be.” He commented, mildly, in perfect English. The girl blinked at him.

 

“You... speak... English... well?” She asked, slowly, and simultaneously checking her watch with the clock on the wall.

 

"Yes, did you need someone to teach you how?" He replied, icilly. The girl's cheeks puffed up and went red, but she didn't respond.

 

Tsuzuki snickered and whispered to Watari, "Gaijin." Watari joined in the snickering, before the girl blurted out.

 

"Ore wa Gaijin ja nai!" The women and Konoe blinked, though mostly because the girl had just used 'Ore' than anything else.

 

"Apparently she learned most of her Japanese by watching anime." Tatsumi surmised, straightening his glasses on his nose. This proclamation was met with some very dumbfounded looks. Finally, Tatsumi wrote something on a piece of paper and handed it to her.

 

The girl read it, and then started to speak.

 

"Hello. My name is Samantha Phastine, nice to meet you." She said, this time speaking in Japanese.

 

"Tatsumi, please do something about the language barrier, as we cannot have you playing translator everywhere she goes." Konoe asked, with a sigh. Tatsumi raised an eyebrow, as though to ask 'What, exactly, am I supposed to do?' before Samantha bent, pulled out what looked like a box of chocolates, and popped one in her mouth.

 

"Okay.... am I speaking correctly NOW?" She asked, in perfect Japanese, without even so much as an accent. Most everyone's eyes resembled dinner plates at this point, before she explained that the chocolates were something called 'Tongues of Fire' and apparently, they made their eater capable of speaking and understanding any language. Tsuzuki, being the only one who'd read and understood the Bible present, grimaced a little, but didn't comment.

 

"Tatsumi-san.... she's thirteen..." Hisoka finally observed. Much to Samantha's chagrin, everyone gave her a once over, then nodded their heads. From her braided hairstyle with ribbons on the ends, to her flat chest, to her not so subtle lack of hips, and how long the skirt was on her, despite being very short for a high school girl, Samantha was, for all intents and purposes, no older than thirteen.

 

"That would be debatable, Kurosaki-kun, but in the meantime, think of it as you being relieved of the title 'Youngest' in the department." Tatsumi replied, curtly.

 

"Y'know, I can understand all of you now, and this isn't funny." Samantha put in, her eyebrow twitching.

 

"That seems to be another thing up for debate." Terazuma remarked, as Wakaba kicked him in the shin under the table. Samantha snarled, exposing a row of sharp teeth.

 

"Bastards, all of you..." Samantha hissed.

 

"Why did you think you were late?" Tatsumi finally interjected. Samantha blinked.

 

"Because registration took longer than I expected." She replied.

 

“Registration?” Konoe asked.

 

“Yes- I was registering for classes at Kaibara High. But I didn't realize they'd make me take an entrance exam, since the school system is so different from America... But I figured that if I was going to be around for awhile, I'd at least take advantage of it.” Sammy said, a little oblivious to the stares it drew her. Everyone blinked at her again, except 003, who clapped her little wings.

 

“A-Ano...” Someone mumbled.

 

"What? Was I not supposed to say that and get in trouble when you found out?" Samantha asked. Konoe groaned and massaged his temples.

 

That was when Samantha spotted a bowl of fruit on the table.

 

"Apples!" She grinned, only to be held back by Tatsumi.

 

"They're wax."

 

"...Boo."

 

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Since the Summons department could do little to nothing about it, Samantha found herself bound and determined for school the next morning.

 

With the following mantra running through her head.

 

"Faster, faster, faster..." And when her shoe came off and went flying to places unseen, she had to stop, hop around on one foot, and look for it, even having to go backwards.

 

"And on my first day, too..." She grumbled. After a few minutes, she found her shoe, and made a mad dash for the school gates, only to find them locked already.

 

"Mou... why is it like this? And on a Saturday? And what's the teacher gonna say? 'Phastine-san, as the only transfer student, you should hold up to a higher standard. It makes a bad impression on the school and on other students for an exception like you to be late.' EXCEPTION, MY ASS! Kuso kuso kuso kuso kusokusokusokus-OH!" At which point her temper got the better of her and she started to kick the gate, ignoring the attention she was attracting from a trio of students who had also just arrived.

 

"A-Ano..." Muttered the girl, who was looking quite bewildered as Samantha continued to swear in her native language.

 

"Oi, stop kicking the gate- it's never unlocked on Saturdays." One of the boys said, tugging on her sleeve. Given that she was on one foot to kick at the bars, Samantha fell backwards at the tug, right on top of him. The boy panicked, but braced himself and, after a moment, attempted to restrain his new classmate. All he did was really make it easier for her to kick at the gate even faster and sharper.

 

"K-Kyou-kun...." The girl gasped, before Kyou pulled Samantha away and dropped her on the ground. She panted for a moment, before looking up at the three who were staring at her- a brunette girl like herself, a boy with gray hair and purple eyes, and a boy with orange hair and eyes.

 

"Ano... The gate is always locked on Saturdays. But the side entrances are open." Tohru said, pointing towards said entrance. Samantha didn't respond.

 

"It doesn't matter- I'm late anyway..." She moaned. Yuki cocked his head to the side.

 

"What? But class doesn't start for another hour..." He told her. Samantha looked up, looked at her watch, and then froze.

 

"...You mean... I just..." She didn't finish her sentence, but a look of realization entered her eyes.

 

'Yes, you just busted your ass getting here, only to find out that you could have slept in.' The voice in Samantha's head filled in for her. Samantha told the voice to bugger off.

 

Yuki smiled, then offered Samantha a hand.

 

"What class are you in? If you're new, maybe you could use some help getting to know the school?" Tohru asked, as Samantha was yanked to her feet.

 

"Class 2-D." Samantha replied, almost crying, "And yes, I am new."

 

"Ah... that's the same class as us!" Tohru said, happily, promptly taking Samantha's hand and pulling her towards the school, while Kyou and Yuki lingered behind.

 

Yuki didn't say anything.

 

"You're laughing at me, aren't you?" Kyou demanded. Yuki didn't even turn his head.

 

"Not really..." He replied, though mostly just to aggravate the cat.

 

"...You don't think she might be some distant... third cousin... a few times removed... on some aunt's side.... who ran away and changed her name?"

 

"If you're asking if maybe she's one of us, I doubt it... all the Juunishi are together, now, so she can't be..." Yuki frowned, staring as the two girls walked away.

 

"...Well, do you have a better explanation?" Kyou demanded.

 

"Don't ask me for a better idea until you can come up with one that's actually got some merit." Yuki snapped.

 

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"Tsuzuki-san, Kurosaki-kun." Tatsumi entered the office without knocking. Tsuzuki had a feeling it was because the whole issue of their new recruit going to school when she was supposed to be on the clock was pissing him off more than he would admit to.

 

"A job?" He asked. Tatsumi didn't say anything, but just handed them the file.

 

"Please deal with this accordingly." He said, leaving the room.

 

A/N: YOU BETCHA! It's all gonna be updated! Because? I hate how poorly written it was way back when I was in ... what, 9nth grade? Besides... the original story that Sammy came from has been completely scrapped and revised. Thus, shit has to change.