Disclaimer – Don't own.

I know, I know. So, why did you decide to write ANOTHER DinoxOC when you've already written and completed one long ago? Well…I just had the biggest epiphany and a damn powerful urge to write this so LET ME BE. Originally I planned to write some simple fluff fanfic but it just wasn't me, I get goosebumps if I write too much cheese, so I'm writing something much, much more Nerro-like instead bahahaha. This is my first fanfic in first person, I write original stories in first person but never a fanfiction. It felt weird to do so...

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A World Gone Mad

Chapter 1: Café We Met

The discerning part of me had always led to bitter days of loneliness. I was not a nasty person, as vain as it may sound, I pride myself in being good at heart and compassionate when needed. But somehow that was never enough for the little bits of happiness that I yearned for, for example...

Love.

Yes – love. Call me the girl without dreams, the cliché, the damsel in distress, but really this is what I've always wanted. More than once I would sit on a bench with all sorts of products on my face in hopes a nice guy would shuffle by and halt at the sight of me. Was I beautiful? I sure wanted to be, but was I really? That's what I'd like to know, but I've never been told so. Everyday there was an endless war between my high and low self esteem, one minute I'd be looking in the mirror checking myself out and murmuring 'Damn girl' and the next I'd be hugging my knees and sobbing 'WHY GOD WHY?'.

Sometimes, I wish I never expected so much. I blame the tactless romance stories I've grown up with, from movies, to novels, to shoujo manga. I've always wondered if I'll ever get married, it's strange to talk to a friend and hear them say 'When I have kids…when I get married' like it was a predetermined, absolute future. Although I want and think of love, I do find myself questioning the absolution of marriage. Besides, I was still young at twenty-one and had no direction in life.

Of course, my exterior self would never allow these ridiculous musings to show, I had a pride that was too overbearing. What I really did was scoff at the thought of relationships and bitterly watch couples walk by. Whenever a friend of mine came to me with news of a new boyfriend, I was always surprised to find myself feeling pure resentment and jealously over her bliss. I repeat – I was not a nasty person, but that didn't mean I was completely nice, probably the perfect word for me was human. I was externally cool and internally a hot mess.

University was on break so I had wasted the first week of my freedom at home, lying on my bed and drowning in vivid dreams about lying on the sandy beach under the cool shade of a palm tree. These dreams inspired me to actually go out of my way and ride my motorcycle to the nearest beach, but instead of heading straight for the ocean's water, a sudden, strange premonition drove me to the beachside café. I barely glanced at the name as I strode in and took a seat.

"Good morning, what would you like today?" came a generic greeting from a tall woman.

"Mocha thanks," I responded with equal courteousness, placing my satchel beside my chair. I looked around with natural curiosity, the place was colour coded brown and green with burgundy chairs and a huge cream rug at the centre. In my honest opinion, I liked it for its earthy feel.

Once my coffee was settled down before me, I began to take small sips and gazed at nothing in particular. I turned my attention to the plasma TV on the wall, the local news was showing some footage of a panic-stricken city in America. My first thought was that it was a riot, and didn't think too much into it, the words the anchorwoman spoke simply drifted through my ears. Something about public chaos and everything going wrong.

Another customer came in, and I almost spilt my coffee at the sight of him. I'd like to say I wasn't so affected by appearance so much as personality, but admittedly I had a shallow side to me, but in my defence, what person didn't? He who had walked in was a foreigner. I had not known any during my twenty one years living in Namimori , occasionally I would see some in the streets or at my university but none were more than strangers. This one in particular was a handsome sight, and his blond hair was so sleek yet ruffled, and that smile on his face was dazzling. Under his shine I felt so lackluster with my dark hair and grey eyes. As well as being mesmerized, I was envious of his looks.

He ordered a cappuccino with two spoons of sugar and took a seat two tables behind me. Our eyes met very briefly as he walked by, and although I felt a surge of anxiousness and blood rush to my cheeks, I knew he had not noticed I was even there. Ah, so it was true, guys that were blessed with good looks wouldn't look twice at a girl if she wasn't equally as attractive. I felt like thanking him sourly for confirming I was out of his league.

Slyly, I pretended to bend over my seat and dig through my satchel. I stole a quick glance in his direction and saw him looking through his phone without even a hint of interest in me. In frustration and with a slight feeling of humiliation I took out my own phone and checked the time. It was nearly noon. Pushing him out of my mind I looked elsewhere. Outside the glossy glass windows that stretched across the front of the café, there was a clear view of the beach bustling with locals and tourists. The ocean looked particularly calm today, the waves being little more than slight ripples.

When I had sat and stalled for long enough, I lamented at the thought of getting up. The handsome foreigner had not left yet and although I was annoyed that I was apparently not good enough for his attention, that didn't stop me from wanting to be near him. I sighed and got up to leave. As I left through the open doors of the café and mounted my motorcycle I took one last look at the direction of the beach. I checked the time – it was exactly twelve thirty – and then lifted my helmet that hung from the handle, but before putting it over my head someone had tapped me on the shoulder. I almost fell off my motorbike when I met eye to eye with the bright brown eyes that belonged to the blonde. He caught my helmet before it could smash onto the ground and steadied me.

"Careful," his tender voice reeked with amusement. He handed me my helmet and held out my red android in his other hand. "You forgot this."

"Oh, thank you," I said coolly, but inside me was an inferno. What good deed had I done to deserve this? You (Mr handsome ) can keep my phone. Not really, I took it from him and suppressed a smile, making me seem ungrateful. When I thought things were about to get better, he waved me a goodbye and left me to stand there stupidly. Befuddled, I was angry at myself for thinking I even had a chance.

With him in my thoughts I buckled on my helmet, mounted my motorcycle and turned the ignition. The engine coughed hoarsely, spitting its fumes out. I turned the throttle and rode in the direction of the beach with the wind whipping against my visor and piercing through my black cardigan. I should have worn something thicker. My parents had always insisted I drove a car instead of those 'dangerous and rebellious gangster two-wheelers' – they had called it, but I preferred the versatility of having a small vehicle, and to be honest they really did make me feel badass. I swerved to a halt beside the curb. There weren't many cars around so I could safely park under a tree so I wouldn't have to sit on a hotplate once I got back.

As I took off my helmet and set it down, I heard a low rumble like the start of lightning on a cloudy day. I kept still. I listened for the source but found none for minutes, and when it seemed pointless to wait any longer the ground erupted with a vicious shake. I swayed backwards and almost fell on my head if I hadn't grabbed onto my break. Everything happened so fast I had no time to scream in terror when the earth lunged itself back and forth like a wave. I was pushed to the ground by my falling bike and it collapsed on top of me. I cried out in pain and squirmed from under the weight. I called for help but the locals nearby were in too much panic to notice me.

The earth seemed to quake forever as I listened to the rattling side-mirrors of my fallen bike. I did not look up to see what was happening to my surroundings. I clung stiffly to the gravel, letting my heart beat chaotically in fear. I could feel and hear cracks and the sound of shattering glass piercing my eardrums. Screams and cries were being thrown around like javelins.

After one last violent tremble, the earth came to a halt. I did not dare to look up. I kept my face low, staring at the ground, absorbing the situation. For a long time I shut my eyes. This was a dream, surely, but it wasn't, for soon enough I would have to get up and see the aftermath and wonder when someone would come to my aid. I'd always see it on the news, heard of it from distant family even, but never in my life did I expect myself to be in the middle of one, and to be crushed under my own vehicle which I ironically bought for all the wrong reasons; I should at least consider myself lucky this was all I suffered. I felt the heavy weight lift from my back and gasped as I was turned over by my unknown saviour. I opened my eyes and saw the blonde from the café, his brown eyes searching me eagerly.

"Can you move?" he asked, reaching out his hand.

I moved my legs first, and then the rest of my body, and was relieved to find nothing was broken. Though I could feel painful bruises forming all over, it was hardly something to be complaining about. The blonde helped me up, and I scrutinized my surroundings, my heartbeat still rapid and fresh with adrenaline. I relaxed a little at what I saw, buildings had not collapsed like I'd thought, and although glass windows were shattered and there were some signs that an earthquake had visited, it was not dire. People were looking around with baffled expressions, and some had begun to go about like nothing had happened.

"Thank you," I said, holding back the urge to cry.

"It's fine, are you sure you're alright?" he asked.

I nodded, and then checked my bike for any damage, the left mirror had crack slightly but it was nothing noticeable. Relieved, I bent down and picked up my helmet.

"I've never felt something so powerful, does this usually happen in this city?" he mused.

"No actually, it's never been this strong in Namimori. Where are you from?"

"Italy, I'm here to see friends."

That was rare, his Japanese was superb. I resisted the urge to ask anymore, now was just not the best time. The locals were beginning to chatter a lot, and some had gone around helping the less fortunate store owners that had quite a bit to clean up after that fright. I looked towards the beach and found myself wondering whether it was possible the worst was about to happen. Impossible, right? Was the shoreline starting to recess very quickly, or was I imagining things? It was just not possible this would happen right here in Namimori…not possible. I'd lived here all my life and nothing, not even a tiny tremor had ever touched Namimori, until now…

"If you're alright now, I'm going to go see if anyone else needs help," I heard him say.

I did not look away from the recessing shore where young children were following inwards with naïve fascination. Their parents followed stupidly, urging their children to move back. The ocean had receded so far back that fishing boats were left stranded on the sand, as were small fish and sea-plants. I looked at the blonde, who was looking worriedly at me, and I realised I hadn't said a word for a while now.

"I think it's best if I called the ambulance—"

"MOVE BACK! GET AWAY FROM THE BEACH!" cried a local man. The tourists that were idly walking closer looked at him in confusion. Realising what was about to happen, I turned to warn the blonde, but he had run towards the direction of the beach. I thought he had a death wish, and I thought he was as ignorant as those tourists until I heard him say something urgently in English. I could only understand bits and pieces from limited knowledge given to me in highschool but I knew he was explaining the danger that was about to unfold. He moved closer to the ocean, warning every foreign tourists he could, and soon I could barely see him. I wish my sense of morale were as strong as his, but I was ashamed to say it wasn't. I epitomised human nature.

And then we all saw it, the accumulated monster that was charging forward like a bulldozer. Though it was only visible as a flimsy line of razor sharp claws, the screams had confirmed what was coming. I saw the blonde, still going around explaining to tourists what was happening, he was too engrossed in his efforts to realise the disaster was at his doorstep. I could run now and save myself. My motorcycle would give me the advantage. I looked at him and then looked behind me; he was a stranger, was he even worth the risk? Nobody told him to do that, he could have just stayed beside me and we would've both survived (possibly). Well it wasn't my fault if he died, I wanted to survive, I had parents waiting for me at home. If I was going to run I'd better do it now. Come on. Move. Move or die. More screams and cries catapulted around. I leapt onto my bike, threw on my helmet and cursed angrily at myself, "Fuck!". I turned the ignition and sped towards the direction of the beach, riding over soft sand and yelling for people to move out of my way. I stopped only once I had reached the blonde, a sandstorm brewing from beneath my spinning tires. I lifted my visor so he could see me.

"GET ON, NOW!" I barked.

He looked at me, then looked at the imbeciles and ignorant people that were still loitering around the beach. He shook his head.

"You saved me, so forget it if you think I'm just going to leave you here!" I growled and reached over to pull him roughly behind me. He stumbled forward and caught my shoulder before he could fall. I wouldn't let him go when he struggled back, and seeing that he was going to drag me down with him if he didn't get on soon, he gave in and mounted the bike. I felt the heat of his body along my back, but now wasn't the time to relish. Turning around, I rode full speed ahead, clumsily dodging the trees and people that were in the way, the last words I heard before my wheels had left the sand completely rung like a morning alarm in my head.

"TSUNAMI! RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!"