Okay, so I know I haven't been around in a good year and that you all expect me to write more often but here's the glitch, I don't have an amazing flow of writing inspiration but I do have to finish this fiction for my friend Sam. So I'm going to be writing my ass off and you people had better appreciate it!
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers, nor am I a fan of them, let me just plot along and attempt to get the character personalities right...okay? Any suggestions or tips are loved
Warning:
-Yaoi, slash, boy on boy, M/M, what ever you call it, it's here. Deal with it.
-Swearing, I do swear a lot and it tends to leak into my writing
-Alcohol use (YAY!!!)
-Japanese, it's okay you don't have to actually understand it but there will be a translation in foot notes...
"Megatron!" an annoying voice whined from a distance behind the large robot. Wincing, Megatron attempted to ignore the voice and continued to walk through the uncharted woodlands him and the Decepticons were exploring.
"Megaaaaatron!" the voice sounded again and Megatron turned around, only to see Starscream running at him at high speeds. Megatron was knocked to the ground with Starscream staring at him from above.
"What the heck? Starscream!" Megatron was ticked. Starscream stepped off of Megatron, allowing him to stand.
"Hi!" Starscream grinned. Megatron flinched and rolled his eyes.
"What was that for?" Megatron growled. Starscream tilted his head slightly to the left and put his finger to his lip.
"I got lost" he said quietly.
"How the heck did you get lost here?" Megatron asked, bewildered. Starscream shrugged and turned around to keep walking. Suddenly, a black figure jumped in front of the two. It was a woman. She had very long black hair that was almost a dark purple. She wore a completely black ninja like outfit that went from the bridge of her nose to her knees; over top of the outfit she has thick red scarf material wrapped around her chest and dangling down to her waist. Her eyes were a cerulean blue, much like the sky that morning and they gave a beautiful contrast to her outfit. Her hands were scrapped and worn, yet they had all the same grace as a young woman's hands. Her feet were small and bare, also cut like her hands. The only thing truly strange about the woman was the sword she held loosely in her hand. It had a rural look to it and was rusted; but, handing from the handle were two small ribbons, a thick black one that was free and waving about and a thin white one that was intertwined with a small, delicate, silver chain. Her whole being seemed to have a elegant, yet terrifying aura.
"This is for your own good" she muttered; holding the sword gracefully in her left hand and thrusting it forward as if to unlock a door.
A door did open. A large brown ugly door that no one would willingly enter. It was dark and wooden, with knobs and holes. It smelled, of septic and smoke. It cracked open, making a horribly irritating squeak, like brand-new shoes walking on a wet floor. Starscream winced and Megatron looked around in confusion.
Then, everything went black.
The last thing heard was a slam from the wooden door and the woman letting out a low, evil chuckle.
This is just a prolauge to see if I can get anything from you guys, so review quick 'cause I already have about three eight page chapters done.
-Gin Ryuu-