Welcome to the crazy world of Raenef the 6th! This is my first self-insert fic, so please be nice! I know that many self-inserts involve ridiculous storylines, but this shall be taken as a story with an actual plot, and will have many strange moments, courtesy of me. So please enjoy, and don't flame or I will make you take school lessons from Zelos, which might make you stupid.

Zelos: Hey, I gratuated at the top of my class!

Raenef: Yeah, but you cheated through your Hunnies, and that almost never works for you in the future.

Zelos: Are you saying I'm stupid?

Raenef: No, I'm saying you're smarter than Genis, NOT!

Zelos: Why are you so mean to me?

Raenef: Disclaimer!

Presea: Raenef the 6th does not own Tales of Symphonia, but owns his own story.

Mithos P.O.V

Tick…Tick…Tick…Tick…Brrrrrrrriiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnngg! "SCHOOL'S OUT!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, ignoring all the stares of the public around me. "Finally!" a bit less loud, but not by much!

"Do you ever, ever, shut up!" asked the very (compared to me) tall blond guy on my right, before slapping on my head. My poor head.

"Nope. School's out for the summer!" I then break out into my own little percussion moment. For this, I receive a slap on the head, AGAIN.

"What is with you man? God, you act like nobody's around us, but half the school is still here, more specifically, RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU!"

We have just finished school, and as you can tell, I'm very excited. After all, I'm only 15 years old. Guy's gotta enjoy his freedom. I can now return to my peaceful life of playing Tales of Symphonia, 24/7, along with my blond, violent friend. I'm staying at his house since both of our parents are on vacation. I have to admit, we've been pretty good housewatchers, aside from almost blowing up the stove, not my fault!

When we finally reach the end of our epic journey across the street and arrive at his house, we immediately run to the gamecube, forgetting everything else in the process, including our summer homework. As we play, we begin to talk.

"Say, wouldn't it be cool if we were in this? We would kick butt!" I asked.

"Yeah, we would. I would kill any monster I fought, easily." He responds.

"What about…Mithos?"

"Easy."

"You really think so?"

"Of course, I could."

"Dude that wasn't me…" I say shaking.

"But if you didn't, then who…"

Then suddenly, there was a blinding flash of light, then nothing but darkness.

Tren P.O.V

I slowly awaken after being knocked out by some mysterious force. I look around at my surroundings and find Mithos a few feet away. I groggily get up and run over to him, worried that he might be injured, only to find him… asleep!

"Grr… WAKE UP!" I shout and whack him upside the head. He finally wakes up, only to scream in my ear,

"AAAHHHH! Raine! Don't hurt me! Oh, it's just you. AAAHHH! Don't hurt me!"

"SHUT UP!" I yell as I slap him again. "Wait, where are we? This place doesn't look familiar to me."

"It does to me!" Mithos exclaims proudly, yet stubbornly.

"Shut up, you're acting like a five year old."

"So?"

"Excuse me, if you're done shouting at each other."

We both turn to face the new voice who had spoken. We find before us a man who appeared to be 20 years of age. He had blond hair, tied into a ponytail, and stared at us with sapphire eyes. He was dressed in jeans and a simple black t-shirt.

"And you are…?" I question, wondering how he snuck up on us so quietly.

"I am Trill, and I welcome you to Iselia, in the land of Sylvarant."

Mithos snorts, "Trill, that's a hilarious na-HOLY CRAP! WE'RE IN SYMPHONIA!"

"How is this possible? Did you do this?" I directed this last question to Trill.

"Yes, I did, though I only meant to get one person. Who was going to play as Lloyd?"

I raise my hand to answer his question.

"Who were you going to play as?" This question was directed at Mithos.

"Genis…" He replies shyly

"Oh, well. The more, the merrier, I believe."

"So, what are we doing here?" Mithos questioned meekly

"You're friend said he could beat Mithos, so I'm giving him the chance to try. You just happened to be sucked in, too. Maybe for Comic relief, I don't know. I don't really control this stuff."

"Then who does?" Mithos asks.

"Noneya business. Anyway, do you want to or not?"

"Sure." We both state simply.

"Okay then, let's get started. First, you might want to look in the mirror, you look a little different than you did on Earth."

I first take the mirror and notice some changes right off the bat. My hair, which was once curly to a ridiculous state, had become flattened, with bangs over my forehead. My eyes color had been split into two colors, one green and one blue. My skin was clear of any oil or acne. Yes, the Great War against acne was finally over! I move the mirror back a bit and notice my clothing had changed too. My shorts and t-shirt were gone and replaced with a pair of blue jeans with a belt, and I also had on a white t-shirt and a red and black leather jacket. Finally, it ended with a pair of leather boots. In all honesty, I looked good. I then handed the mirror to Mithos and let him have his turn.

His face also was free of blemish, and his hair was a little longer, which just added to the already considerable length. And then I noticed his ears. They were pointed. He was an elf, no, a half-elf. This is going to throw a monkey wrench into things. And his eyes they were golden, well that is just weird. He was wearing long green pants, also with belt and a long sleeve black shirt and a khaki colored bandana. And leather boots, again.

"Well, we look…different." I remarked.

Mithos smiled at the mirror, and then came to a shocking revelation: his braces had vanished! Duh duh duh!

Mithos stuttered out "D-di-Did you do this, Trill?"

"Uh, yes?" he replied, worried he might be injured in a few seconds.

Mithos immediately leaped up and hugged Trill. "THANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOU!"

"Okay, Okay! You're welcome, now get off, you're trashing my clothes."

Mithos then hopped off and took a few steps back. "Sorry."

Trill then brushed himself off, and resumed talking. "Now that that's over, let's move on to the weapons. First up, Mithos."

Mithos walked over cautiously to Trill.

"Hold out your hands."

Mithos did as such, and was presented with a sword and shield. It was a simple wooden shield and steel sword.

"Wow, just like Kratos!" He then stuck his belt through the sheath and tied the shield to his back with rope, provided by Trill. He then took a few steps back into place.

"Next, is Tren." I then proceeded just like Mithos did towards Trill and held out my hands. I was awarded a pair of Steel Plate Gauntlets. I looked at Trill questioningly and asked "What are these for?"

"These are your weapons. You are a fist fighter."

I look at him with a blank expression and wonder how to use these in a fight. What can I do, Steal an enemy's weapon or something?

"Allow me to explain. Eventually, you'll obtain attachments to you're gauntlets. You'll start with just you're fists and then you can obtain modified gauntlets with weapons attached. Mainly claw-like weapons. Mostly you'll fight with you're fists, but you can learn how to fight in different styles eventually."

"Oh, now I get it. I fight with my fists." I speak, finally enlightened with some information. After all, would you have fought against dragons and lava creatures and such with only your bare hands? No, I didn't think so. Besides, First Aid does have its limits to healing.

"Next, are the Exspheres." Said Trill. He snapped his fingers and exspheres immediately appeared on our hands, mine on my right, Mithos' on his left. Mine, I noticed, was Jet Black, while Mithos' was silver. "Why is mine silver and his black?" Mithos asked, curious to the odd colors of our exspheres. "You're exsphere represents the mixing of mana between fire and thunder."

"What?" Mithos questioned, looking completely dumbfounded.

"It means you can only use fire and thunder spells." "Oh, I don't like any other spells anyway."

"What about mine? Why is it so…dark?"

"Because," Trill responded, "You wield the powers of darkness in your exsphere. These powers are powers of good, however, not evil. It gets complicated from there."

"Okay, then. Now what? We have our clothes, our weapons, and our exspheres, what's left?"

"Simple, your back-story. You can't just go around and say you are from Earth, it would freak everyone out, and you don't want to freak out people, especially Lloyd, or even worse, Raine."

"He's got a point, you know." Mithos stated matter of factly.

"Here's what you're going to say. You are both from Luin. Mithos, your parents were killed when you were an infant because you are a half-elf. You were found by Tren's parents while they were traveling abroad. They brought you home and raised you there. Then one day, four years ago, you were sent out of Luin to go look for Mithos who was wandering outside the city, exploring. When you got back, Desians had attacked the village and taken your parents away to the ranch. You then left Luin, since you had nowhere else to go, and have been wandering from city to city for the past four years after that. Your travels brought you to Iselia, where you hoped to find the chosen and join her on the Journey of World Regeneration to avenge the loss of your parents."

"All right, kind of long, but I guess it'll work. Now what?" I asked, growing a little sleepy after standing for so long.

"Now, you train. Let's set you up against some Zombies, shall we?" Trill answered. As he spoke, we turned to find ourselves faced against seven zombies. They each wandered over to us, moaning and groaning like adults without coffee. I then pondered for a moment how a zombie would be affected by coffee, but decide to worry about it later.

"This is gonna be a long day." I sighed, crackling my Steel Plated knuckles. "And it was going to start off so nice and quiet."

"Yep. Oh well, let's get to work." Mithos replied, pulling out his sword and shield to fight said zombies.

Author's notes:

Raenef: Well, is anyone confused? Good, because so am I. Anyway, one can tell that I have a lot of work to do, as well as alot of explaining. Updates may be slow due to...to...school! Gasp! I'm still in school! How shocking! Oh, well. Read and Review!