FH:(Staring at the computer screen) ...
Muses:(Walking up to him) Something wrong?
FH:... Writers Block... (Slams face onto keyboard) I had such a good storyline for "Shining Rune" too! Now I can't think of anything!
Ichigo: Well finally! I've been needing a vacation for some time now! Let's go Orihime! (Grabs Orihime and runs off)
FH: ... Guys, pack your bags we're going on vacation!
Muses: (dashing off into their rooms)
FH: In your dreams...
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DISCLAIMER: I don't own Golden Sun. It belongs to Nintendo and Camelot, I am a mere fan that bows before Nintendo and their brilliance.
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"... Thus we can prove that starch is a..."
The classroom didn't even bother answering the question the teacher bought up, chattering clogged the classroom like an old toilet on it's last flush.
"You saw the game last night dude" and "Do you have a Myspace?" were the hot topics for days now, and the freshmen didn't seem to care. They were just on the band-wagon, and that band wagon had gotten to everybody, even the teachers(Well maybe not so much the teachers, but you get the idea) hopped on for a ride!
Anyway, back to the real world, back-packs were scattered across the room, kids had their iPods on at full blast listening to the latest hip-hop crazes, and the teacher didn't do a damn thing about it. In fact, the teacher tapped his toe to the music, much to his embarrassment.
However there was one student that didn't listen to music, text message, or talk for that matter. The student bore dark brown hair that seemed to be incredibly messy, his glasses shined brightly in the dull classroom, he possessed an open grey jacket with visible signs of lint, dark blue ragged jeans, silver and black tennis shoes, and under his jacket was a dodger blue t-shirt. All he did was look at his notebook and take notes. He slowly raised his hand and the teacher caught this signal and gave him the go-ahead.
"Isn't starch a polysaccharide?" The student answered obviously.
"Oh my god, nerd," and "I bet he doesn't have a Myspace," became the new discussion questions for the populous of the class. The student didn't mind this and he resumed his note-taking.
"Yes, that is right," the teacher pointed out. "It looks like SOME PEOPLE didn't read from their textbook this week..." The teacher eyed the classroom. "Now can someone tell me-" The teachers words were cut off by the sound of a ringing school bell. As the first sound was heard, the classroom lost about 98 percent of it's students in the blink of an eye. "Do... Your... Reading..." The student who answered the question slowly packed away his things and slowly walked out the door.
"Later Mr. Merline," the student pardoned, "Have a good weekend." Keeping with his original pace he slowly walked through the doorway and into the busy halls of his high school.
Taking a left turn he held onto one of his backpack straps and examined the various displays of the science wing. Models of cells, atoms, bacteria, even a few aquariums to boot, containing a few crawfish, a hermit crab... Abnormally large goldfish.
Wait, what was that?
The student nearly jumped out of his skin after discovering the goldfish that he saw. Observing the fish closely, he crouched down to see the amazing sight. He squinted his eyes, was he dreaming? One of the fish turned to face the student.
"..." The student quietly observed the fish, not making a sound.
"..." The fish mimicked the student.
Silence.
Double silence.
Triple silence.
Ridiculous silence.
Repetitive silence.
Ridiculously repetitive silence.
Awkward silence.
"..." Is this a staring contest or something? My god someone blink already!
"... Whatcha lookin' at foo?" The student stumbled back onto the dirty floor(blinking by the way), did the fish just speak to him?!
"Ex-excuse me?" The student responded tentatively.
"Yeah, that's right boy! I'm talkin' to you!" The fish returned the question rather rudely, in a gangster tone.
"U-Umm... I noticed you and I was rather surprised by your massive size..." He responded tentativly again.
"YOU GOTTA PROBLEM WITH BIG FISH OR SOMETHING MAN?!" The fish yelled, causing all the other large goldfish to turn to the student.
"Yeah, you don't like big fish like us?!"
"Lemme' at 'im!"
"Oh hell naw!" You've gotta be kidding me! An entire gang?! We're going to have to get another main character soon!
"I-I don't want any trouble with you guys..." The student tried to negotiate with the fish. "I couldn't help but be amazed that goldfish could get that big! Honestly!"
"GET 'IM BOYS!" The school of fish glared at the student. Almost instantly all of the four goldfish pulled out various miniature firearms. A Thompson sub-machine gun, a shotgun, an AK-47, and a silver pistol were taken out by the gang of fish and the cocked their weapons.
If you haven't guessed yet, the student ran away, and pretty damn quick too.
The gang of fish began to open fire in the aquarium. Bullets flied everywhere.
Crack.
The aquarium glass walls began to crack until after a few seconds, the walls broke down and the water was spilt onto the floor, taking the fish with it. They each splattered on the floor and began flopping around, and one by one they each stopped resisting.
"Dammit... I was gonna be on da contenda' next week..."
"I failed you fiddy cent..."
"Gull dummit!"
"Well boys, been nice workin' wit' ya... I'm goin' to the big toilet in the sky pretty soon..."
In unison, all of the fish stuck out their tongues and stopped breathing, and like in an RPG(coughGoldenSuncough), they vanished in little tiny explosions, leaving behind nothing.
Oh yeah, and the student was still running for his life.
Meanwhile, some reader in the distance was reading this very fanfic and realized the moron didn't know it was safe to stop running and yet, he thinks it's real funny.
The student kept on running until he was safe inside his own home.
Swiftly dead-bolting the door shut, he panted frantically and slowly walked down the kitchen hallway, taking off his shoes and jacket and tossing them on the floor. He trotted into the kitchen and pulled out a chair.
Taking his hand, the student wiped his forehead from the sweat on his forehead, he was never used to running that fast. You could say that he wasn't exactly a cross-country runner. The whole incident with the fish was just the tip of the iceberg for that day!
Geez, what a crazy day today was... I had to make a program calculating the speed of an average human sneeze, recite a poem written in french in japanese, perform a sock-puppet show in geometry, and a school of giant goldfish tried to kill me! This day can't possibly get any weirder than this! The student pinched his nose bridge slightly. The student lifted his eyes and looked at the table.
"Hey, what's this?" He noticed a note on the table, he slid the note closer to him.
Dear Vincent,
Hi! This note is here to inform you that your parents are... dead! JK! They've decided to ditch you for the rest of the school year!
Vincent's jaw fell to the floor and made a 'clank' sound and his eyes popped out about half an inch from their sockets. He continued to read.
This may seem incredibly sudden now, but trust your parents! They've planned this get-away from their annoying pain-in-the-ass son for years now! So they've made precautions for your well being!
"... Well being?"Vincent mumbled to himself. "I didn't think I had any of that..."
That's why your parents have decided to give you a credit card, plus a year's supply of well, supplies! Food, toilet paper, cleaning agents, you name it!
See you next year!
Your parents and sister-
Ramona, Tony, and Rachel.
"Is this for real?!" Vincent exclaimed, jumping out of his chair, "I've got the entire house to myself?! I've got a huge credit card, all the things I could possibly need for essentials, and absolute freedom?!" Vincent stopped his celebration and looked at his new credit card. A huge smile came upon his face. "I'm going to have a short Christmas list this year!" Vincent re-applied his shoes and coat and walked down to his local game store, credit card in hand.
And now due to the magic of the all-mighty author, we skip ahead an hour.
Vincent walked into his home with two huge bags in hand. He placed them on the kitchen table and one by one, he emptied the contents of his bag.
"... Guitar Hero III: Legends of Rock, Super Mario Galaxy, Metroid Prime 3: Corruption, Xbox 360 with Halo 3 and four wireless controllers, two extra Wii-motes and two nunchucks, four classic controllers, and a Wii points card worth 5000 points!" Vincent let out a proud smile. "Thanks for the freedom mom and dad!" Vincent put the purchases into their bags and ran off into his game room. "Now what to play first..."
We skip ahead 5 hours with the use of fanfic magic.
Welcome to the Jungle, we got fun and games...
Vincent first decided to try out Guitar Hero III, after all, with his love of classic rock, how could he resist the lyrics of Guns n' Roses.
After completing the song he was ready to hear his praise from the all-mighty Wii.
"Alright! 97 percent notes hit!" Vincent made a pair of bull horns with his right hand and stuck them in the air.
"You seem to be enjoying yourself, Vincent."
Why does he always get sneaked up on?! That's the second time today!
Vincent quickly turned around to see who this voice belonged to.
The speaker was a giant floating rock, and it had a humongous eye.
"I don't believe it, you're the Wise One!" Vincent proclaimed. He suddenly realized who he was standing in front of. An all powerful deity of godly proportions, and on top of that, a fictional character from a game he was obsessed with, Golden Sun! "Wait... you don't come out just for any reason... Why are you here Wise one?"
"Wow, someone in this world actually remembers who I am... Good thing I chose you to be a part of my little project..." He responded with a dash of amazement.
"Project?" Vincent gave a confused response.
"Well, call it a game of chance..." The Wise One clarified. "I'm giving you an opportunity to..." Vincent twitched his ears into focus. "Bring the entire cast of playable characters from Golden Sun into this world and have them here to stay."
"Is Kraden going to be with them?" Vincent replied sharply. Please no Kraden, please no Kraden, please no Kraden, please!
"No, not with you anyway. Only Isaac, Mia, Garet, Jenna, Ivan, Sheba, Felix, and Picard will stay here, along with their djinn, they will be transported with everything they could possibly have with them when The Lost Age ended."
"Say no more Wise One, send them here." Vincent confidently replied, he would not go back on his word.
"Very well, they will be sent here immediately." The Wise One closed his eye slowly and a huge wave of psynergy began to form around his mass. "Oh yes, and I have to take some extra precautions as well..." The Wise One opened his eye and looked at Vincent with a questioning look. "I will make you this world's first adept, and I will give you power over all five elements!"
"Wait, FIVE you said?" Vincent gaped, he was the most die-hard Golden Sun fan on the planet, he knew everything about the game, even at one point writing a 500 page essay on explaining the canon pairings of Golden Sun, he was THAT obsessed with an old game. "I thought there were only four: Earth, Wind, Water, and Fire!"
"That's what Camelot told you, there are really five elements." The Wise One answered. "This fifth element is called 'Aether.'"
"Of course! That's the element everyone forgets!" Vincent smacked his forehead, he than realized that his dreams would come true. "YOU'LL GIVE ME POWERS, AND DJINN?! AWESOME!!!"
"Of course you'll receive djinn, remember, adepts are pathetic without them. In fact, I haven't even thought up of which planet to use this time would you like to deci-"
"Saturn," Vincent answered, with much speed.
"Very well, but as a word of caution, you might want to move your games you just bought, that's were Isaac and company are going to arrive in."
"Holy crap, you're right!" Vincent quickly grabbed all of his games and moved them into the next room faster than you could read this paragraph. "Okay Wise One, start the show!"
"I shall start now, but first you need those powers of yours."
"Oh right... Boost me Wise One!" The floating rock slowly closed it's eye shut. Immediately, the room darkened, Vincent slowly was lifted into the air and stayed in place, he began to feel an intense pressure surrounding him, he looked at his hands and they started to glow a grand silver aura, then it transferred from shades of blue, yellow, red, and purple rapidly. Millions of words spoke in Vincent's head and he remained calm, knowing that the Wise One kept his word. The room returned to it's normal shades and hues. The Wise One opened his eye and gazed upon Vincent with great promise.
"It's done, now for the matter of Isaac..." The Wise One closed his eye again. Psynergetic waves pulsated around the floating god.
With eight little pops, the entire Golden Sun cast fell onto the living room floor face first. Vincent could hear their moans of pain and confusion.
Vincent lost track of how many times he had smiled so happily that Friday.
"All right you guys, time to get up! Hop to it!" Vincent gently kicked everyone in the party to wake them. They each slowly arose from their exhausted state.
"Ugh... Where on Weyard are we..?" Moaned Ivan, rubbing his head gently.
"Yeah... The midget has a point... Where are we exactly?" Garet pointed out, massaging his temples.
"And who kicked me?" Isaac questioned his group. The group finally got their vision straightened and they swiftly observed the very odd room, was this a noble house?
"I did, Isaac, and to answer Ivan's question, you are no longer on Weyard," Vincent hoisted his chest into the air. "Welcome to my world, Isaac, Mia, Jenna, Sheba, Felix, Picard, Ivan, and Garet, welcome."
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FH: Not bad for a second fanfic huh?
Isaac: I can't believe you're making a GS fanfic...
Mia: Isaac... Golden Sun is what bought FH to in the first place...
Isaac: ...
FH: YAY! My muses don't hate my guts anymore!
Muses: We still do.
FH: ... Damn.
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