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The Voices in your head are not your own
Natsumi Kitobe plugged in her blender. “Yes!” She cheered. “We are officially moved in. Let’s party!” She whirled around to face her longtime best friend and roommate Maya Iaka, who smirked while trying to frown. “We’ve been living here for a week now, “Maya said. “We just forgot to unpack that one box and you went schizoid when you wanted a milkshake.” Natsumi frowned, and her red twist top hairstyle seemed to frown with her. “You’re just jealous I found the box.” “I’m jealous of your energy. Its ten thirty. Goodnight, Baka Red.” At that, Maya walked down the hall into her bedroom and grabbed her Shuffle! Character print pajamas off of the foot of the bed. “I’m gonna hit the hay. Have fun.” “No!” Natsumi called. “Watch Suzumiya-dono with me!” Maya sighed and ran her hand through her center-parted raven hair. “I’m tired, you crazy baka. I’m going to change then pass out on my new mattress. So should you, considering you had all that KeKe Beach.” Natsumi shook her head. “I’m fine. I’m good with liqueur. But I’ll go to bed if you wish.” Maya smiled. “Thank you.” “Its nice you're so concerned for my health.” Natsumi said jokingly. Maya returned the favor. “One of us has to be. Besides, if you watch anime you’ll keep me up.” Natsumi laughed and went to her room to find her Negima! Sayo Aisaka pajamas. Maya shut the bathroom door and the tiny hall was silent. On the kitchen counter, a spoon disappeared.
Episode One: Of Beginnings and Wormholes
Maya opened the bathroom door and peeked into Natsumi’s bedroom. She was already asleep. Typical. She went into the kitchenette and put away all the dirty dishes. Maya scanned the counter for silverware and found a fork. Strange, I thought there was a spoon here as well. Natsumi must have put it away. She laughed. Yeah, right. She must’ve dropped it. I’ll find it tomorrow. With these thoughts in mind, Maya walked down the hall, into her bedroom, under her covers, and fell asleep. The spoon reappeared under the rug in front of the sink.
Natsumi awoke to the sound of her Kodocha whining pig alarm clock. Without moving her face from the pillow, she reached for the snooze button in front of the pig. Her hand slapped against the table as the snorting stopped. She turned her head. “What the hell?” The clock was gone. All that was there was the wire that plugged into the back of it. Natsumi considered trying to shock herself with it to see if she was dreaming. At this moment Maya, who had been awakened by Natsumi’s loud query, walked in. “What the hell what?” She yawned. Natsumi searched the floor in vain. “My alarm clock’s gone.” She said puzzled. Maya stopped mid-yawn. “What? What does that mean? Are you hung over? Or still drunk?” Natsumi shook her head. “Neither, sadly. That would make sense. It snorted, I went for snooze, and I whacked the table.” “You weren’t looking?” asked Maya dubiously. Natsumi shot her an exasperated glare. “Do you look at your clock when you wake up?” Maya sighed. “Well, it didn’t walk away. You probably dropped it.” Natsumi frowned. “Then where did it go? Besides, that’s impossible. The wire’s still there.” Maya crawled onto her hands and knees groggily. “It might’ve gone under the bed. Let’s at least check. Natsumi grumbled. “Fine, but we won’t find it.” Maya and Natsumi spent five minutes checking every square inch of floor space in Natsumi’s room for the clock. Neither girl could find it.
Maya cracked an egg into a sizzling skillet. “I still want my clock.” Said Natsumi from the table. “It’s there somewhere.” Said Maya for the nth time since the clock’s vanishment. Maya walked in front of the sink and something crunched beneath her feet. “Ow! Goddammit!” She yelled. Maya crouched on the checkered tile floor and lifted the rug. A spoon lay on the now scratched tile. Maya picked it up. “What the hell is a spoon doing under the drip mat?” she asked Natsumi. Natsumi walked over into the kitchenette. “I dunno.” She mumbled between bites of Belgian waffle. Maya sighed and tossed it into the drawer. “Hey,” said Natsumi” Don’t you have to be at work a half hour earlier today?” Maya slapped her forehead. “That’s right! This clock nonsense made me forget.” She checked the clock. “Damn! Got to go. Bye Natsumi!” Maya grabbed her briefcase and grabbed the door handle. She worked at the town paper, The Lunare Vigilante, a small paper in Lunare, this Baffin Bay area town. They were on the outskirts of it. On the outskirts of the whole Cochran County, actually, this villa being on the coast of Baffin Bay itself. Or rather a small lake called Moonbeam Lake, which was once an inlet of the Bay. It seceded five years ago in 2010. Natsumi loved it for the whisperings of “paranormal phenomena” surrounding it. Natsumi picked up her teacup and looked at it in shock. She didn’t have to be at work for another hour. She was a professional fashion photographer who worked at Moonbeam Fashion. “Umm, Maya?” she asked. Maya stopped and frowned. “What is it now? I’m going to be late!” “Why is there a bottle of nasal spray in my teacup?” Maya strode over to her, baffled, and looked into her tea. Amidst the Earl Grey, there was a bottle of Blast Mucus! nasal decongestant in the teacup.
Maya clicked the shut down icon on her computer screen and grabbed her briefcase from beneath her chair. This clock thing was frustrating her. She knew Natsumi well enough to know that she believed what she was saying. But was it the truth? Maya glanced at the clock. 4:45. Good. Because she came in early, she could leave early. Normally she left at 5:30 and returned home at 6:00 or so. Maya passed the secretary as she walked to the door. “Goodnight, Miss Kasumi.” She said to her. Miss Kasumi looked up. “Call me Mika, please.” Miss Kasumi, or Mika apparently, said. “We need to know one another.” Her purple eyes stared past her gothic hairstyle straight into Maya’s eyes, and soul, as it felt like. “Right.” Said Maya as she walked out the door. Creepy. Fishing into her pocket for gum as she groped for her keys, Maya reached her gold Mitsubishi Magna and finally slid the key into the lock. She secured her belongings in the passenger seat and started the car. The clock displayed 4:55. Sweet. She drove out of the lot and down High Street.
Twenty minutes later, and Maya was making great time. She could surprise Natsumi by being early. She was about five minutes from the villa when she turned onto the final street, Sakura Drive. As she fished for an Aya Hirano CD to play, a woman dashed in front of the car. She seemed ethereal, and glowed with a golden light. She had long dark hair and piercing purple eyes. Screaming, the woman put up a hand. The light grew stronger, and before it faded away, Maya thought: Is that my new secretary?
Maya’s eyes flickered open. What had just happened? She was pulling into the driveway. The lights were on and night had fallen. She struggled to remember what had happened. There was light, and her secretary… it had to have been a subconscious hallucination or something. After all, today had been stressful. She was tired and that was it. Besides, she had made it home, right? Maya walked up to the steps and turned her house key in the lock. “Hi Natsumi, glad to see me? I was going to get dinner, but the weirdest thing happened-” Maya stopped to see a worried Natsumi now furious at her arrival. “Where have you been?” she shouted. “I’ve been waiting forever! Its eight thirty on the dot! What happened, Maya?” Maya grinned. “Oh, come on, Natsumi, I may be late but that’s ridiculous. It’s only 5:45 at the latest.” Natsumi pointed to the kitchen clock. It read 8:30. She looked at her watch. 8:32. Maya’s briefcase clattered across the floor as she stammered in disbelief. “Don’t know” she said at last, flabbergastered. “I left the newspaper early, then I was gonna get dinner, but I forgot and then there was this woman, and a lot of lights and now I’m here and I can’t explain any of it.” Natsumi stared at her, confused. “I found my clock when I went to load the dishwasher.” Was all she said, softly and somewhat unrelated. Maya sat at the table. Natsumi went to the fridge and poured them both a glass of Southern Comfort, which Maya tried to refuse to no avail. After a long silence, Natsumi spoke. “What’s happening, Maya? We’ve lived here for four months, lived in this villa for one week, and now all this appearing and reappearing stuff. I searched online for it on Wikipedia when I found my clock, and this kind of thing is called a wormhole. It says exactly this.” She grabbed a print out and handed it to Maya. It read “In physics, a wormhole is a topological feature of space-time that is basically a 'shortcut' through space and time. Space-time can be viewed as a 2D surface, and when 'folded' over, a wormhole bridge can be created. A wormhole has at least two mouths which are connected to a single tube. If the wormhole is traversable, matter can 'travel' from one mouth to the other by passing through the throat. While there is no observational evidence for wormholes, space-time containing wormholes are known to be valid solutions in general relativity.” Maya gave it back to her. “I don’t believe this is happening. I know the woman I saw was my secretary. I’m going to speak to her tomorrow.” Maya got up from the table and walked into her bedroom. Natsumi sat at the table still, wondering this: What was going on, and was it really a wormhole? But things like that are fake. Right?
Natsumi woke up to the sound of her pig alarm, which she had placed upon the floor last night after using her lighting knowledge to splice the wires together. It was there, and that relieved her. She turned her head and yelled in horror. This time everything on her nightstand- gum, a postcard, and her lamp- were all gone. Natsumi ran out of the bed and into Maya’s room. “Maya! Maya! Wake up!” Maya flailed, suddenly awakened, and faced Natsumi. Her hair frizzed around her head and she scowled. “What is it? Is it another supposed “wormhole” problem?” “Yes!” cried Natsumi. “See for yourself!” Maya trudged unhappily into Natsumi’s room as Natsumi waited anxiously by Maya's bed. “Holy crap!” yelled Maya as she ran back into the room. “Your whole table just disappeared right in front of me! We have got to get out of here.” Natsumi cried. “I have to save my anime and clothes!” she yelled. Maya rolled her eyes. “We have no time for that! I have things for us at work. Hurry!” Ignoring her, Natsumi carefully gathered her prized possessions. Maya only grabbed a locked box from her room. Natsumi finished and the girls ran to the kitchen. Maya reached for her keys on the counter. They slid away into a white swirling hole. “Shit!” Maya shrieked. “Forget it, we’ll take your car.” Natsumi grabbed her purse out from the radius of the wormhole and the girls rushed out the door and frantically piled into Natsumi’s Focus. They sped down the street in silence, the only words being Maya's warning not to take Sakura Drive. As they arrived at the newspaper, Natsumi clutched Maya's hand. “Will we be okay?” she asked. Maya gaped, and then her face hardened with determination. “Once I come home it will be.” She stated. Mika, you had better start explaining…
Maya burst in the door, disheveled, heaving, and livid. Mika looked up from the desk. “Hello, Miss Iaka, how are y-?” “You have a whole load of explaining to do, or consider yourself fired!” screamed Maya, cutting Mika off. “What was with that time hole and the light and everything disappearing? Tell me now!” Natsumi was outside, still waiting for an answer. Mika stammered, horrified, then slumped over on her desk with defeat. “Where’s Natsumi?” she asked. “Have her here and I’ll explain everything. I’m so sorry.” Bewildered, Maya got Natsumi from the parking lot and joined Mika in conference room B. “Ok, here’s the deal.” Mika folded her hands and sighed. “I am Mikatika Geris Saikyo Anjou. You had better still call me Mika. I am from, erm, lets just say my, uhm, “superiors” from my, err, “planet” have an interest in Earth. They sent me, a field agent, to monitor you two specifically. For unknown reasons, you two are magnets for paranormal activities and may possess very powerful, uh, powers. Is that at all clear?” Natsumi sat with her mouth wide open. Maya was stammering, eyes shut tight, trying to ask a coherent question. She failed miserably. Natsumi, however, had a somewhat intelligent response. “How come we never noticed this before? If we might have powers and are paranormal magnets, then how is this our first time acknowledging this?” Maya stared. “How are you calm?” She screeched. Mika quickly tried to answer Natsumi. “We believe you are maturing slowly. The fact is you aren’t aware of it yourselves, so you can’t be careful, and you have recently moved to a hotspot for paranormal activity, which may have exacerbated this ability. This wormhole you are panicked about? It has been stealing objects like a petty theft for fifty years. It’s been so occasional, nobody has noticed. Your presence sped it to a constant transfer area. It’s amazing. Some wormholes start small, others start large, and all grow quite slowly until they destroyed by qualified ESPers like myself. I must say, though, you are quite astute to have noticed before it was even a tangible warp.” At this Maya jumped up from her seat. “Not tangible, my ass! That thing is frikkin’ huge and its sucking up everything near it!” Mika bolted from her seat and grabbed a handheld piece of green and pink machinery from her pocket. “What? It shouldn’t have been a stage seven for eight years! This is bad!” Mika clicked her wristwatch and, to Maya and Natsumi’s amazement, spoke into it. “This is Mikatika, we have a stage seven WR, and im going in SWO.” The call ended, and Maya stood there as Mika looked at her expectantly. “Get in the car!” she finally yelled. “This is an emergency! Take me to it!” Mika ran into the car followed by a frantic Natsumi and Maya. Maya turned the key in the ignition and peeled out of the lot.
As the Focus swerved into the driveway, Mika began to talk again. “Alright, when we get in, be sure to do what I say, ok?” Natsumi looked at her from the back. “Ok, sure. Whatever you say. Just good you’re talking again.” Mika ran out of the door the minute Maya parked. Maya ran after her with the keys, and all three ran in to see the bizarre scene before them.
There had used to be two invisible holes, only six inches in diameter, opening sporadically. Now, one massive hole dominated the living room, having swallowed everything in it. Maya screamed. “Ah! Shit! The TV! And I just bought the damn table!” “Stand back!” yelled Mika. A board ripped from under Natsumi and she went flying into the wormhole. Maya screamed louder. “F***, what did I just say?!?” yelled Mika. “Aru teki gosai masu!” Mika incanted. A red ball surrounded her. To Maya’s complete astonishment, she flew into the wormhole. A few agonizing moments later, the wormhole exploded. Everything blasted with a flurry of light into its proper place. Natsumi and Mika sat in the center of the floor. Maya ran to them. The trio sat there in silence for what seemed like forever.
Natsumi screamed as she went flying into the wormhole. Please don’t let me die. Please don’t let me die. Please don’t let me die. Then she was in it, and her refection echoed into infinity. Everything spun and looped, warping around her, forever, but only for a split second. It seemed to get faster. Then a burst of light, and she was on the floor, in an undisturbed house. Maya held her. They sat there forever.
Mika flew into the wormhole. She sought the temporal center, the overlap in space-time. Luckily, it was easily located. “Kitobe sonozaki Iaka miru!” Mika’s repair power flowed through her veins. Or the next closest thing she had, whatever. Everything smoothed out nicely. It looked messy, but it was easy to fix with the right degree. A fizz echoed from behind her. Oh, shit. That would be a rip. It wouldn’t do anything now, just now instead of depositing herself and Miss Kitobe gracefully, it would- Mika’s thoughts were interrupted by the wormhole blowing apart and dumping her and Miss Kitobe unceremoniously onto the floor. Miss Iaka ran to them and held them for a small eternity.
It was 9:30 pm now. Mika had explained a bit more to Natsumi and Maya once they had calmed down and could think straight. Well, straighter. “So, what now?” asked Maya. “The thing is, I need to monitor you. Things much more bizarre will happen and we need to control it.” Natsumi was fine with this, not wanting to go hurtling through space-time anytime soon, but Maya had just one question. “What the hell was with you and that light? Was that a wormhole, too?” Mika grinned. “That’s classified. At least for now. We don’t want to implode your brains.” “Too late…” grumbled Natsumi. “I’ve got to go. We’re in deep shit.” Mika stood up. “We are?” asked Maya, alarmed. “Not you, us.” She said. A green glow surrounded Mika, and she dissolved into the air. Maya and Natsumi had no idea what was going on, but both knew their lives had irrevocably changed in a very bizarre way.
The End
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