DISCLAIMER:
I DO NOT own Kya: Dark Lineage! I own absolutely NOTHING! This game belongs to Atari and Eden Games only, which is why the Title is the same as the game with only a "Re:" added. Idea taken from Re: COM from KH, but I'm sure tons of other games have used that too.
Partial Ownership of:
I own a quite a few characters here and there and just three worlds, but those are not entirely mine either since they are based on the game. It's easy enough to keep track of the characters and the places that already exist so I don't feel the need to list anything, especially because it's also easy enough to look it up online. I trust everyone who actually finds this story will be able to know, and if not well… go look it up.
Here's the deal: So I was playing the game over again for the hundredth time or so, and suddenly it hit me. This game has great graphics (needs a little work in the animation department but a decent job nonetheless), good lip synching (which is more than one can say for some OTHER games I will not mention…*cough* FFX & X-2 *cough*), the gameplay is not HORRIBLE but not great either, addictive (like crystal meth), I like all the glitches, though it needs a little something more… but its plotline SUCKS. There are major plotholes everywhere and so many details left out about the characters! They have a perfectly good heroine and they don't do her proper justice! And all the characters that were made are basically there to serve and worship her! WHY IS SHE THE ONLY FEMALE IN THE ENTIRE GAME? UBER MARY-SUE ALERT! And don't get me started on the horrible script… just… no.
So basically I'm going to do a story version of the game, but I'm retelling the story my way, with more action and more excitement and everything this poor miserable game lacks. I promise you a much better version that you will actually enjoy if you wish to read. Now I know this was meant to be a kid's game…. but I suck at those so… I'll try! But… hopefully you can bear with a T rating ^^'.
Anyways, PLEASE leave reviews and tell me how I'm doing. If I forget something or you have a suggestion, if maybe the story needs something more, go ahead and speak up. I'm not gonna bite your head off… unless you flame me of course. XD
So, without further delay of word fluff, here goes the story!
Prelude
2:30pm in the afternoon.
Not bad timing considering the whole family was going to be racing through the door one after the other in a minute. She was used to it by now, but that didn't make getting dinner prepared for them all during her 2 hour lunch break any less stressful.
She had to let her boss know, clock herself out at 1:30, and then drive home to 46th Turnpike Drive and into the driveway of that city dumb of a two story house. Once inside, she would loosen her work attire, put up her long and straight dark chocolate hair, and set straight to making enough lunch to feed four hungry mouths, all of which could eat mountains of food. She had to be done soon enough that she had enough time to feed herself, that way she was ready for the pile of dishes that would come her way, which in turn insured that she had enough time for herself before she had to get ready to go back to work.
And that was pretty much how every day went, except for the weekends she had off. Working as the assistant of a big game producing company was a tireless job unless you had earned enough respect that your boss knew he could rely on you and thus was willing to give you the time off that you needed. 49 years of life and about 20 of them spent working the same job, doing her best for the family. The United State's New York City was probably one of the best places even for a woman to make a living in today's world.
Currently she was in the stage of making a super extra large batch of the family favorite, which took a while to make, so she sat at the kitchen counter doing work on her laptop waiting for it to be done. A few minutes in and she had to get up. She just couldn't sit too long in one spot. If she did, she would lose the momentum of the energy she started with and the rest of the day would be agony to get through. As she walked around the house looking for something active to do, her dark brown gaze landed on something that called for her immediate attention. Stopping in the long hallway just across from her daughter's room, she looked at the desk through the open doorway and there it was, leering at her. Stepping inside, even knowing that her daughter had boundaries set, she gently picked up the picture frame and examined it.
Captured in that frozen memory, a young 3-year-old girl with lilac blue hair and piercingly assertive deep green eyes stared up at her, the face of her father but the pale tan skin of her mother, wearing her favorite red dress of that time, her posture of innocent confidence. And kneeling behind her, one big hand resting on her tiny shoulder, a man with the girl's same deep green eyes and lilac blue hair smiled up at the camera with that same air of confidence, only a more mature version. However, this she knew from memory. In the photo, the man's face was no longer visible, crossed out by a black inked scribble of pained indigence.
"Oh, Kya..." She breathed her daughter's name, a forlorn tone carried with it. "Alan... wherever you went... why did you leave?" A wave of that old heartache surged through her, a memory of what had been; a life of love and bliss shattered long ago. It was one she tried not to remember, even as her fingertips gently brushed the glass over the faces of the two in the picture, maybe as if trying to reach out and touch that life one last time.
The loud ring of the house phone made her jump out of her reminiscence. Putting the frame back carefully, making it seem as though she'd never touched it, she stepped out of the room and headed for the living room.
The house phone was a cordless one, making it much more difficult to find it once she realized that it was not on the receiver where it should have been. The phone rang about five more times as she searched the house for it, finally discovering it under an unorganized pile of papers where her son usually did his homework, and she remembered that he had been on call with one of his friends from high school who had offered to help tutor him, which would mean that if he had left the phone here all night, the batteries might be out. As she quickly looked at the caller ID, seeing that it was her husband, she noticed that she was right about the battery, but she answered the phone anyway, hopping that it wouldn't take long.
"Azumi?" Came a voice over the other line. There was nothing in his voice to indicate that anything was wrong, but the fact that he had beaten her to the usual phone greeting made her wonder.
"Richard, honey." She said with surprise, checking her watch. "You're almost home, aren't you? Why call now?"
"It's Kya." He replied, and now there was an almost urgent undertone in his voice. "She's in the hospital. Again."
"What?" Azumi almost dropped the phone and ran at the word hospital, but she stopped herself with great effort and forced herself to stay on the phone and listen to his next words, intuition telling her that her first reaction might be an overreaction.
"She's ok, they're saying it's just a sprain, but you might want to get down here anyway. I've already called for Dr. Amel, she's on her way, and I've alerted Mr. Gardale in case we end up needing him."
She breathed a sigh of relief at those words, but she still could not rest easy. "Tell me everything when I get there."
I know, it was really short, but don't worry, that's only because this is the prelude. Also, I'm not going to jump right into the main story yet, I want to set up and establish all the main characters of this world first.
So! Whoever reads this story, I don't expect many of you, please review and tell me what you think so far, I REALLY need your opinions, and if I could ask you to spread the word, I'd very much appreciate the help. I'd like to remake the soiled name of Kya DL. It's a seriously crap game, I know, but it has so much potential story wise. Thanks, and I'll try and update as long as I can!