Title: Whatever You Imagine

Author: Black Jinx

Rating: T

Summary: Nana is a simple girl trying to make her way through the school year and onto with her life. What happens when she stumbles upon a secret never meant to be known to her, that could very well threaten her life? As the school year goes on, she starts to realize that things are changing, and some things may never be the same again.

Disclaimer: I do not own Karakuridouji ULTIMO or any of its characters. All oc's belong to their rightful owners.

A/N: This is a fanfic that's been on my mind for a while, and it is definately an AU KarakuriDouji ULTIMO story. I would greatly appreciate no flamers, and please let me know if I should continue. I apologize ahead of time if anything is OOCish or MarySue ish.

*~* Love gives light even in the darkest of tunnels. *~*
*~* Anonymous *~*

Chapter 1 - White Chocolate Caramel

A shrieking noise violently woke up the girl from a dead sleep, scrambling underneath her mound of blankets. A hand poked out from the multicolored quilt, and instantly grabbed the small cellular device upon her nightstand.

"Hello?" she asked, her voice groggy from sleep.

"Time to get up, Nana. Parresse and I will be there soon," the voice on the other end stated.

"Good morning to you too, Mizho."

"I just woke you out of a dead sleep, hadn't I?" Mizho asked her, the voice sounding hesitant.

"No..." Nana tried to lie. "Well...yeah. But it doesn't bother me," she added quickly.

"Will a white chocolate caramel latte with extra whipped cream and white chocolate sprinkles make up for it?"

"Mizho," she groaned, throwing off her blankets. "You don't need to get me something everytime you wake me up."

"Too late. Now answer your door." And with that last statement, she hung up. The girl swore she could sense the grin on Mizho's face.

A knocking - no, more like kicking - noise came from the door. "Coming!" she shouted, jumping out of bed and bolted down the stairs, skipping them two by two.

Throwing the door open, she was met face to face with Mizho, a goth girl in her grade and Parrasse, a mysterious kid who hung out with her. She and Mizho had been friends since elementary school. It wasn't until middle school started that Parrasse began hanging out with them.

Holding a coffee in one hand, a box of pocky in another, and a canvas bag slung over her should; Mizho looked ready and dressed for the schoolday. "Merry Christmas," she said sarcastically, handing her the hot drink.

"Thank yous." Taking the cup, she inhaled the warm arouma. Sliding a finger through the whipped cream, she gently sucked the fluffy white substance off (that sounds dirty, doesn't it?). "What bringest thou here thist morn?"

"School. Now get dressed. Your neighbors will see you in your underoos if you don't."

"Oh shit!" she squeeled and bolted back into her small apartment. Running back up the stairs, again two by two, she turned into her room. "Winter or summer?" she called, placing the drink on her nightstand.


"Thank yous!" Dressing quickly, she overlooked her uniform. White, long-sleeved dress button-up shirt, black pleated skirt with a silver striped along the hem; a black ribbon tied into a bow, also with a silver stripe. The outfit was completed with a black sleeveless vest, knee-high white stockings, and mary-jane shoes.

"Don't you look all fanceh-purdeh?" she heard Mizho say, spinning towards the door. The light haired girl pointed to the tangled, light brown mess of hair atop her cranium. "Going to do anything fancy with that?"

"You want to do something?"

"Sure," the other girl shrugged. "Sit," she commanded, jumping on the bed.

Feeling the gentle tug of a brush going through her hair, Nana thought about what her plans for the day were. Go to school, get her homework done, come home...then stay at home. "What are you up to today after school, Mizho?" she asked.

"Going home and sleeping," the other replied nonchalantly.


"Yeah. I was up all night again last night."

"Doing what?" Nana questioned, feeling a small tug as Mizho tied a segment of her hair into a pigtail.

"Your mom," she stated sarcastically. Nana playfully nudged her in the stomach. "Seriously, I had some business to take care of and the parents were trying to get all up in my business."

"I'm sorry."

"Hey, it's no biggie," she answered, tying the other half of light-brown hair into a second pigtail. "There we go."

"Thank yous." Reaching across the side of her bed, Nana picked up the canvas shoulder-bag and turned towards the two. "Shall we?" she asked.

"We shall," Mizho said, smirking and stretching out her arm. Both girls linked arms and marched out of the small apartment. Parrasse simply rolled his eyes and sighed.



The redheaded boy gave a pretend slow-motion run towards her, acting dramatically and slowly failing his arms in the invisible race. Nana swore she could hear the Chariots of Fire theme playing.

Almost on cue, someone in the background turned up what must have been a computer or music device, and they could hear the sound echoing off the walls. As a result, the two couldn't contain themselves and started to laugh hysterically.

"Good morning, Nana-chan," a tall, black-haired teenager with a slightly thick build said.

"Morning, Yamato-kun," she greeted, finally able to breath. She looked around at the people currently in the hallway. Rage-kun sat strumming a guitar, the first few buttons of his shirt undone and his tie tied around his leg; Jealousy was trying to carry on a conversation with Parresse, failed, and decided to go talk to Rune and Desiru instead. Pardonne, Regula, and Slow sat in a tight circle, exchanging papers with one another and going over the previous night's homework.

"Everything seems like today will be a good day," she said, leaning upon Ultimo.

"Well, not everything. He isn't here yet," he said, putting emphasis on the word 'he'. The brown-haired girl ultimately knew what that meant, and she silently hoped that today would be one of his "sick" days - A.K.A., he ditched school.

Quite frankly, Nana used to like him. But not even a week after they met, he seemed to have taken a turn for the worse and stayed that way throughout the years. To make matters worse, no one stood up to him for what he did, and nobody really cared. They all simply turned a blind eye.

"So," she asked, chocolate brown eyes gazing towards green. "You find that someone special yet?"

"No," Ultimo said, blushing. Nana quickly caught on.

"Yes you did," she smiled, gently poking him in the side. "Who is it? You can tell your bestest-best-friend, right?"

Ultimo's sparkling green eyes turned away for a moment, then looked back. "Promise not to tell?" he asked.

"Pinkie swear it."

Crossing both of their pinkies, the two shook their hands. Leaning in, she could hear Ultimo whisper in her ear the name of his crush. "Service."

"You like-" she almost screamed, then quickly quieted herself. "You like Service Oizumi?" Ultimo simply replied with a quick nod of his head and blushed a deep crimson. "Did you tell him?"

A quick shake.

"Why not?"

"What if he-," Ultimo started, looking down, "doesn't go...that way."

"Ultimo, you are effing adorable!" Nana stated, placing both of her hands on the boy's shoulders. "There is no way someone could say no to you!"

"I could say 'no' to a fag like him," a malicious voice stated. Nana felt an icy shiver run down her spine, and she instantly knew who had arrived. Turning slowly, she saw golden orange eyes and wild black hair.

"H-Hello, Vice," she said, subconsciously moving towards Ultimo. Whether it was to protect him from the onslaught of insults or for her own safety, she didn't remember. It was just a natural instinct among the students at their school to move out the vicinity of where Vice was at, whether it be walking down a hallway or sitting in a classroom.

"Morning, 304*," he stated, eyes glaring into hers. She chose not to meet his gaze and simply averted her eyes. If there was ever a battle of daminance in the school just by being able to keep eye contact, then Vice was the alpha male of the entire school.

"Hey, Queer-o," he sneered, glaring at Ultimo. "Found yourself a good butt pirate, yet?"

"Please just leave us alone," she stated, pushing Ultimo further from him. The redhead looked like he was either on the verge of tears or ready to snap, probably both. The sparkling green eyes that shone with sadness were now glazed over with shame.

"Listen, Bobble Head*," he snapped at her, "if Captian Fudgepacker here wants me to leave him alone, then he should stand up for himself instead of having a little girl do it for him."

"Vice, it would be best if you left now," Yamato spoke, placing himself between the two. It was easy to see the difference in both build and height between the two boys, but there was no way Yamato would stand a chance if the younger decided to let loose. She had seen him beat Orgullo bloody on more than one occasion, and he was at least four time Vice's size.

Golden orange eyes flared with anger, and he looked ready to retort back with another snide comment. "Come on, Vice," Rage said, grabbing the black-haired boy's arm, "let's go." The three silently watched as the light-haired boy dragged him off. Nana silently thought to herself that she would have to make a nice treat for him to go to that length. Him and Yamato both.

"You two fine?" Yamato asked, turning towards them.

"W-well," Nana said. "I'm okay."

"That's good. Ulti, you okay?"

Ultimo simply nodded his head. Nana could see him tremble slightly, and she figured that Vice's comments must have hit close to home. "Ulti?" she asked. "You want to go somewhere after school today? Maybe we can hang out with Service-kun and Chi-chan, too."

"That would be okay," he said, the corners of his mouth gently twitching into a smile.

Nana smiled back, closing her eyes. "It's a date, then." Almost immediately after she finished her sentence, the red-haired boy started to blush again. "I meant a date among friends," she said, putting her hands up.

A ringing noise reverberated through the hallways, loud and echoing. Time to start school. Waving goodbye to her friends, Nana looked forward to the start of her day.

What do you think? Should I continue? Please don't flame me, I'm sorry if anything seems horrible. Any slang terms came from the Urban Dictionary, so I apologize also if anything's wrong.

304 - slang term for "prostitute or whore"

Bobble Head - can be a slang term for a girl who gives oral sex on a regular basis.