New Places, New People
It was dark and cold when I woke, clothes caked in dirt and grime, boots muddy, scratches and bruises all over my body. A gash in my side aches, I go to touch it-
These aren't my robes. I looked down as my eyes adjusted to the darkness around me. The robes I was wearing went over my regular ones in a rather uncomfortable way, the torn hood of my school robes bunched at my neck under the button-down shirt and the sleeves were at my shoulders. I couldn't move much.
I still had on my muddy boots though, that was good. I was now wearing two pairs of pants as well, fun. Not. The wreath I had worn all through second(2nd) year was atop my head, my hair was still a mess of curly auburn and black. I was filthy and I hated it.
The static was back, wait no, that's not static. Is that... fire? Warmth flowed softly through the air, the familiar scent of charcoal and wood filling my head. A small smile appeared on my face as I got drowsy.
Scratch.
Huh? I was awake again, the scent of flames was still there, exactly the same.
Itch itch, scratch, itch
I brought my arms up in front of me, my hands hit a hard surface. Speaking of everything around me was soft, until it wasn't.
A brilliant blue light threw away the hard surface in front of me. And I fell flat on my face. Gravity is a funny thing like that.
A sharp intake of breath brought on a sneeze, there's a cat. A tanuki to be specific. So not only was I absolutely disgusting at the moment, I was allergic to a thing in the room. Just great.
Not.
"Now too take that uniform and-'' It talks? "WHY ARE YOU AWAKE?!" And it's panicking, and I'm allergic to it. Incredible.
"The fuck are you talking about?" I stood and brushed imaginary dust off the pretty robes, black with purple and gold accents. Refreshing, compared to a wartorn look I usually had, and still did underneath the nice clothes. Also, wow, accent change much? That's new, I never knew you were american, Anne.
The tanuki was yelling about something or another, I just kinda ignored it. While it was interesting that he could talk, I was more concerned about where I was exactly. Which happened to be a cathedral-like room only with a darker theme than any that I've been to. I mean, floating coffins. Really? Really?! That's just strange.
"HEY! LISTEN TO ME!" Oh, it's the tanuki again. I looked at him, he seemed angry, but he also looked very fluffy. A very fluffy grey cat with a pitchfork tail and fire in his ears. Fire in his ears? So that's where the smell is coming from. Cool.
"I'm listening, oh fluffy one." I bowed slightly and sneezed again, this would be fun. The tanuki looked very proud of himself.
"You should've been anyways. I, the Great Grimm, need your clothes." What a strange request, I shrugged.
"Okay-" Sneeze. "Why exactly do you need my clothes? They won't fit you and even if they did they're filthy on the inside now, wouldn't want to dirty your fur." He seemed taken aback, I was biding my time. I was ready to run if I had to, he could clearly see that...
I think.
He looked annoyed. "I don't care, gimme."
That’s shocking, a tanuki who didn't mind getting their fur dirty is one that lived alone or was ancient. This little dude surely isn’t older than you.
I seemed to have been taking too long considering that the tanuki, Grimm apparently, shot a fireball at me. I fucking booked it.
Speaking of books, where was my bookbag?