Authors Note: This is a prequel to 'The Nintendo Games', and happened before all other prequels.

I don't own any of the characters, and…Enjoy!

January 1st, 1996.

"Happy New Year!" The many people who stand in the bar cheer loudly, as the clock strikes midnight, starting a New Year – a new start for some. Some have cheated on their wives, while on a stupid night out, while others are in with big gangs and have been caught up in dealings and violent encounters. Very few at that bar are without a criminal record. Very few of them are sober.

Outside, rain drizzles gently down out of the fluffy clouds, where every so often, the moon peers through a gap within the clouds. It's like a small child, watching in curiosity at all the strange things that surround them… There's a gentle breeze, that causes the trees leaves to rustle quietly.

Sat at the bar – alone – is a rather slim fellow, who goes by the name 'Virion'. An extremely intelligent woman had just turned down his proposal a few days before the New Year began – it was meant to be a Christmas present! The happiest time of his life! Of course, Miriel didn't feel the same… Their relationship had been living on a lie, and all they had was a son together. A son, whom hates Virion with all his heart. His name is Laurent, though that isn't really important anymore. The blue-haired man, despite having such light hair is just in his mid-twenties and he sits, swirling his whisky around his glass… Happy New Year? How can this even be perceived as happy? As the man goes to drink his glass of whisky, his arm is suddenly knocked and the glass falls and shatters on the floor.

Annoyed, Virion turns his head and looks at the person who had knocked him. The person who stands before him seems like the complete opposite to himself… His fashion sense is rather bizarre. He supposed he was from a different area. The man wore a tight looking suit, most of which was a dark shade of red, though there are also bits of black, white, blue and yellow. Under his arm, there is a bright red helmet – perfect size for them and no-one else. The tight suit revealed that he's rather muscular and presumably strong. On the helmet, there is also a picture of a bird – a Falcon.

Of course, Virion is too drunk to care about this minor fact. "Hey bud, can I have a word outside?" He asks, where the man turns to face him. "Yeah, sure. Ay John, get us that chicks number and I'll be back!"

Once outside the back of the bar, Virion takes a swing at the man before him, his arm being stopped part way there by the mans' free hand. "Come on now, Bud, there's no point in trying that now is there-" He's cut off when he suddenly gets cut off by a weak slap. Upon feeling this, the man puts on his helmet and kicks the blue-haired mans' legs, causing him to collapse onto the ground, with a loud groan of pain… This is soon followed by a loud yelp of pain, when he gets punched in his arm.

"Listen here, I'm Captain Falcon and…You really don't want to get on my bad side…" Falcon speaks down to the weakling before him, before punching his face, causing his lip to bust. "Understan-" He gets cut off when he reads the others facial expression and he jumps up. "Don't even look at me like that."

"Like wha-" "Like that! Listen, you might swing that way, but I don't!" Captain Falcon pauses for a moment. "I mean- really, bro?" The muscular man begins to laugh, before pulling the once immaculate man to his feet. "You've got guts, challenging me. I mean, when do I lose? Have you seen me!" He exclaims loudly.

Somewhere in the near area, there are quiet footsteps… The ex-duke recognises this, where he steals the arrogant mans' gun and shoots into the shadows, before a man falls out of the shadows, clenching his stomach tightly… The man in the helmet stares in shock. "You…You have quite the aim – almost as good as mine!" He laughs. "Seriously though, you're coming with me." Before Virion can respond, he gets punched again, causing him to be knocked out.

Once he awakes, Virion finds himself staring at a large building… It towers over him and is covered in some of the finest details he has ever seen. It's so surreal, he even questions whether he's dead or not. Where…Where am I? The blue-haired fellow looks around more. He looks right, then- "AH!" Virion screams at the top of his lungs upon seeing Falcon's faced pressed against the window. "WHO IN THEIR RIGHT MIND DOES…THAT?!" He shouts at the man; he now laughs loudly. "You screamed like a GIRL." Captain Falcon wails at the top of his lungs, very nearly crying with laughter. "It's not that funny- Hey, have you kidnapped me?!" Virion raises his voice, growing quite annoyed. "Shut up and get out of my Blue Falcon!"

After stepping out of the Blue Falcon, the door automatically shuts before driving off and presumably parking itself elsewhere. The area around them is pretty empty, other than a few other cars that is. "Why are we at the Holy building of Naga?" Virion questions, where he is handed a gun. "Well you see, you are now my best man, and we have to kill some people-"

"Wait, wait, wait… So, I have to kill some people?"

"Yes."

"Here? In front of this Holy building?"

"No, inside."

"Oh, Okay- Wait. What! Are you out of your mind?"

"Probably, now come on."

The two swiftly make their way to the doors of the building, where Falcon kicks the door open, yelling inside, causing the choir of young children to stop singing. Some – those who haven't already seen a video of Grima taking the spirits of those living – screaming and crying in fear. Virion walks in soon after, holding his gun high, until he locks his eyes on a slender figure… Their long blonde hair falling way best their waist… Their eyes, bluer than the sky above them. Oh, their figure is perfect!

The blue-haired fellow lowers his gun, beginning to walk down the aisle, towards the person at the altar. The closer he gets, the more magnificent they look! "My, my… What is a beautiful lady such as yourself doing here on such a glorious night? Shouldn't you be gazing at the stars, at all their beauty – not that it can compare to yours!" Falcon butts in. "Erm, dude-"

"Please, call me Virion! Or rather, don't call me at all, I am busy at the moment…" He turns his attention back to the person before him. "Why don't me and you share a glass of wine, in Nagas' name?" Virion asks, deeply looking into their eyes. "Virion, is it? Silence." The blue-haired man goes to open his mouth again, when he is greeted with a fist in his face once again. "Ouch…" He whispers, before collapsing. A loud whistle gets carried through the room. "That was quite the hit – for a woman."

Upon hearing this, the blonde-haired person looks over at Falcon rather annoyed. "My name is Libra and…I am a man." An awkward silence fills the air. "Haha! Those men thought the priest was a woman!" The children burst into laughter – even the ones who were crying just moments ago! The man in the helmet now looks at the piece of paper he was given. Wait a minute… These are the wrong coordinates… "I apologise for us wasting your time, Libra. Get back to…Erm, singing about…I don't know, Jesus?" After saying that, Falcon grabs Virions' leg, dragging him back down the altar on his face, a blood trail following from his now busted nose… He slowly and carefully places the doors back onto their hinges, before whistling for the Blue Falcon.

The vehicle now there, the man shoves Virion into the back of his car – He doesn't want blood all over his seats, if you're wondering why the back of the car – and proceeds to speed off down the street…