What if guren hadn't moved until high school? What if all the characters were teenagers instead of kids? Would this change anything?
I hope this isn't too much like a replay of episode one. It'll change and get more original as time goes on (I hope)
i do not own Tenkai knights or Legos. (And I probably never will)
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File 1 : Two Worlds (part 1)
No matter what his father said, or his cat for that matter, he was not brooding.
Sure, he's upset the family's moving again and he probably wouldn't have any friends besides his cat Max, but he wasn't brooding. There really isn't anyone he could blame it on even if he was brooding (which he's not).
Guren Nash, age 16, leant back in his spot in the family SUV, his seat retracting as he glanced out his open window at the large city the road was leading to. The teen'a red hair blew slightly around his head from the wind and his violet eyes were droopy from sleep.
"Guren, we're almost there." His father commented from the driver's seat. "Bandom city will be our final move for a while. It may even be our permanent new home!"
The teen gave his father an unimpressed look "isn't that what you said about the last move?" he questioned "And all the other moves before that?"
The man just laughed sheepishly and Guren almost felt bad about calling him out. It really wasn't his father's fault either. He was a very busy man, who often had to move from city to city due to his architect work.
"Just try to make the best of this stay." his dad sighed with worry lacing his voice.
The red head smiled at his father and responded playfully "I won't make any promises."
Just then, the dashboard on the cat lit up to show a familiar smiley face "Arriving at destination in Bandom city." It teported in it's digitalized voice.
"Thank you computer." His father responded. The teen frowned at his dad'a odd converation with the machine running the car but it slowly turned into a smile yet again. Typical of his father. Max meowed from the back, and Guren could only think it was the cats way of agreeing with him.
His smile broke into a grin. Maybe this time, his father really would be right.
"Alright class, today we have a new transfer student coming in all the way from Langer city."
Ceylan glanced around the class as the students there broke into small whispers. As he observed the excitement he moved his dark blue hair from his eyes, adjusting googles and hoping that made it look as if he was uninterested. Although it was not all that unusual to get a transfer student, to have one appearing half way into the school year was odd. Sure, the city they lived in was pretty nice, but to move here in the middle of the year? Even he was curious about who this kid could be.
Luckily he didn't have to leave it to his imagination very long.
The entrance to the classroom slowly slid open (it was as if the automatic doors wanted to cause a dramatic entrance for the new kid) and in stepped a hesitant red sneaker.
The blue haired boy instantly registered they were they same brand as his own, and therefore this was a guy.
Next to peak in through the entrance was a tuff of ridiculously red hair, something the goggle wearing boy assumed was natural despite it's startling color.
After that, the rest of the new teen entered the door at once.
He wasn't a particularly tall guy, and didn't have many memorable features other then his stop sign colored hair and violet eyes. His fave showed nervousness as he fidgeted, tense under the sharp gaze of the class.
Instantly, Ceylan's minds reached at him. This boy was brand new! He didn't know anyone yet, and was probably alone. And loners have to stick together, right?
His hands folded a piece of paper he left at the corner of his desk solely for his plane making skills. That said, he expertly folded a paper plane, watching the new kid enter the room all the while.
"Introduce your self to the class." Their peppy brown-haired teacher, Ms. Pepper, insisted. He nodded and stepped forwards.
"Hello everyone." The boy spoke, his voice holding a much more confidence tone then his body language suggested. "I'm Guren Nash. I hope we can all get along."
As with any transfer student, the class applauded, and he seemed to blush a bit from the attention. Now was the time to strike.
He took aim at the transfer student, hoping this guy had a good sense of humor, and fired.
Thunk!
Guren had to say, this was most certainly a new welcome he's gotten when transferring to a new school. He never considered that a high schooler would start shooting off paper planes, especially not with the class's teacher standing right there.
The red head began looking around the room frantically to locate where the projectile had come from.
Instantly, his eyes found their way to a boy near the back, blue haired and blue eyes with a pair of bright green goggles resting on his head. The boy, realizing that he had got Guren's attention, winked before shutting both eyes, new ink ones to replace them on his eye lids.
The red head couldn't help but giggle at the childish act, although his new teacher didn't seem nearly as pleased.
"Ceylan! What have I told you about those paper airplanes in my class?" She asked angrily.
So his name was Ceylan. Guren made a mental note and decided he'd have to talk to the blue haired male later.
Ms. Pepper coughed, instantly regaining her cool. "Yes, well. I apologize to you Guren for placing you next to the trouble maker, but could you sit next to Ceylan? Your seat's the one next to the window."
Guren nodded, and strolled down to where he was to sit, feeling the class's eyes watch him as he moved.
He moved to sit down in his new chair, and when turned to face the front he found a hand blocking his vision.
"Hi. You're new here so I'll introduce myself. I'm Ceylan Jones. It's a pleasure to meet you Guren." Ceylan held out his hand to Guren, and the red head grasped it, the two shaking.
"I'm Guren Nash. But you already know that." He smiled, maybe this time he could really have a connection with someone besides his dad and Max! "I hope we can be friends" he had hoped that wasn't too pushy, and to his relief, Ceylan's grin had reassured him that was the right thing to say.
"Let's."
"They said it was ok." Ceylan reported happily to his new friend, and Guren nodded back, equally as pleased.
They both got out motor bikes from the bike rack at the school, the most popular vehicle of their age group.
Guren still couldn't wrap his head around the idea he was actually hanging out with a friend! Ceylan had promised a tour of the city, and who was the red head to refuse.
He was hanging out with someone besides his cat! (Looking back at what he just said, Guren realized how sad that sounds)
As the red head was musing about his lack of life, Ceylan was beaming. His position as class clown didn't really permit many friends, most avoiding being personally involved in his pranks, so this was nice. He even had called his parents to ask if the two could tour around the city (although he really called them more to brag then anything)
If this was a dream, he hoped to never wake up.
"So are you ready to go on Ceylan's super amazing tour of a life time?"
Guren grinned "Give me your worst."
The two rolled on their motor bikes down one of the many streets of the city, Ceylan pointing out the diffrent shops and Guren trying to commit it all to memory.
"And this is one of the local donut shops, it's ok, but their coffee sucks. And this is the bakery. Yes a bakery next to a donut shop. Stupid plans but hey, I won't judge. And this is... Actually, I don't know what this place is."
The two teens stopped in front of an old looking shop, dust covering the windows and the lights off. The sign on the door though read 'open'.
"This is seriously weird" the blue eyes boy commented on the left of Guren, and the redhead nodded in agreement. "How have I never seen this place before?"
The shop seemed abandoned, but the sign said otherwise.
Of course the red head's sense of adventure had to kick in. Guren went up to the door.
"Um dude?" Ceylan called from behind him "I'm not sure this is such a great idea. The place looks abandoned. And it's probably locked."
"But it's not." The redhead replied simply, opening the door. "Come on, where's your sense of adventure?"
"I um left it at home..." He debated with himself for a minute before letting out a defeated sigh "along with my common sense apperently." The class clown sighed once more, following his friend into the odd shop.
"Hello?"
"Anyone home?"
Two asked in unison before entering.
"Wow, this place is full of junk." Ceylan commented.
"Actually, some of the things here look really expensive." the other teen corrected "What is the owner thinking, letting the store be unlocked like that. People could break in and steal things without breaking a sweat." He stopped in front of a small display holding two small bricks of what seemed to be Legos. He picked up the white one of the two and examined it.
"Ok, maybe it's expensive junk. But it's still junk. Who would steal this?" Ceylan replied, still looking around.
"You'd be surprised."
The two boys screamed at the sudden intrusion in their conversation. Turning around they found that behind them was an older man, although his hight was barely over theirs (he had Ceylan by about an inch and Guren by another two)
On his head was a dark red brae, holding down his frizzed up white hair that reminded Guren of Einstein. On the bridge of his nose sat round glasses and his outfit consisted of yellow scarf, lab coat, and was that a suit under it? Whatever the case, it was most certainly a little odd.
"I'm the owner of this shop, James White. I see you've been looking around my antique shop. Interested in buying?"
"Actually, yes." The red head said "If you don't mind telling Mr. White, what's this?"
He gestured to the white cubic object in his hand.
"Hey dude, aren't you a little to old to be playing with Legos?" his friend joked, but the man gained a thoughtful look in his eyes.
"I wonder what indeed." He answered cryptically, and both younger boys frowned at the answer.
Determined to figure it out (he suspected the man really did know and just wasn't telling them) he began to fiddle with the white piece, surprised when it clicked and a small robotic lib came out from it. Seeing this, he began to move around the parts of the block until it had completely transformed. It now wasn't a block Lego thing, but a small model of a robot. in competing the task, the red head let out a sound of triumph.
"Robots aren't any better than Legos." His blue friend commented, although both Guren and Mr. White could see his hand slowly inching towards the blue one that remained on the pedestal.
"Go ahead and take them." Mr. White said happily. "They're yours, free of charge."
Ceylan narrowed his eyes "and how do we know you're not some pedo trying to trick us or something?"
The teen stepped towards in a threading manner just to be stopped by his new friend'a hand. "Don't worry." The red head said "I trust him, he has a honest look in his eyes."
"I don't know..." he trailed off, but stood down anyways.
"Thank you, boy." The old man replied, smiling. "But now I really must close the shop up."
Nodding, the two left, going back to their respective bikes.
"Wow, that must have been the freakiest thing that has ever happened to me. Ever." Ceylan commented.
"No kidding" Guren agreed, then glanced at his watch just as his new friend did.
"Gah, it's this late already?!" the goggle wearing boy yelled "Sorry man, but I've got to go! I'm late for dinner. Don't miss me to much! See you tomorrow!" As he jetted off on his motor bike, Guren couldn't help the small smile sneaking it's way onto his face.
"Yeah." The red head whispered to himself "Ok, I'll see you later"
That night, Guren reported the good news of making his first friend to his father, who decided they should celebrate with a round of poker.
As always, his dad won, but he was simply to happy to care.
And as he settled down into bed, he took one last glance at the miniature robot toy he had been given.
"I guess it's nice we moved here after all, eh Max?" Guren smiled, eyes dropping "See? No brooding..."
He fell into a deep slumber, completely unaware of the glowing red emerging in his room, eating his figure whole.
So? Well? It's just getting started but this is going to end up being more awesome then Ceylan's middle name!
tenkai knights really needs more credit, it's a good series. We must move it to the anime section right now though. My reason: they have a Japanese opening. If you haven't seen it, check it out.
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