This is my first fic, so please don't flame. This is an idea I've had for a while, so I hope you enjoy it.
Edit: This is a revision. Or is it? Woo woo woo woo! Welcome to The Twilight Zone.
Disclaimer (for teh(not a typo just something for internet effect) awesome edit): I do not own The Twilight Zone. If I did, then nobody in my school would say "I own your mom" because then I would say "I own your mom" and turn them and their mothers into plastic dolls and give them to that child Martian that kidnapped those two people in that one episode of The Twilight Zone (Whooo!!!!).
Disclaimer: I don't own Zatch Bell. If I did, Kido, Bari, Danny, and Earth would be in the final four for the mamodo tournament. However, I do own pretty much everyone in this chapter.
Divine Storm Chapter One
Kirk Droma was not going through the best times of his life. He had just been fired from his job because he wouldn't fire an intern.
----Start Flashback----
"He is just starting out. You can't expect him to be that efficient."
" I certainly should expect him to know that I am afraid of snakes."
"Your fear of snakes should not apply to fake snakes launched from a fake container of cashews."
"Are you contradicting me, Kirk?"
"Yes, I am, Dalton."
"You'll pay for that dearly. Droma, you're fired!"
----End Flashback----
Kirk was devastated even more because his teenage son, Ian, ran away from home the week before.
Kirk was sitting on the sidewalk pondering what do with his life when a strange-looking teenager ran into him. The "teenager" was very tall and was wearing pirate-like clothing. What interested Kirk was the fact that he carried two swords with him.
"Damn kid. You're going to get killed, carrying around weapons like that."
"I can hear you!"
The teenager walked over to Kirk and put his hands on his sheath, getting ready to draw his swords.
"Who the hell are you to threaten me?"
"My name's none of your business."
Kirk noticed a strange-looking crimson book sticking out of the teenager's shirt.
"What is that book?"
The teenager smirked and relaxed a little.
"Allow me to explain. My name is Bonez."
"Thanks, but I'm not interested in joining a cult."
"Of course a human would mock my name. My parents gave me a stupid name that I will never tell anyone else, so everyone calls me Bonez."
"That's not my problem. Good-bye, fruit loop."
Kirk started to walk away, but Bonez grabbed his arm and tugged him back with unnatural strength.
"If you're that strong and carry those swords with you…. Are you some sort of mutant or freak?"
"So, do you wanna know why I have these swords?"
Kirk nodded, a bored expression plastered on his face.
I am not a human teenager. I am a mamodo teenager from the mamodo world."
Kirk roared with laughter.
"Yeah, right! That sounds like one of those ancient television reality shows!"
Bonez grabbed Kirk's arm and gripped it firmly. Kirk stopped laughing and bit his lip out of pain.
"Every thousand years, the mamodo king, the ruler of the mamodo realm, sends one hundred mamodo children to the human world to battle. We battle using spell books like this one."
Bonez pulled out the crimson-colored book that Kirk had seen earlier. The book's cover was adorned with a strange pattern.
"Each mamodo has a human partner to read our spellbooks, which contain our greatest powers in the form of spells."
"What's your point, kid?"
Bonez shoved the crimson-colored book into Kirk's arms.
"Old man, can you read this book?"
Kirk became really annoyed at him for calling him an old man, as Kirk was only 32.
"I have a name you know!"
"Then what is your name, old man?"
"My name is Kirk Droma and I am not an old man!"
"I don't care, Kirk, just read my book!"
Kirk picked up the crimson spellbook and tried to read it.
" I can't read it, so why are you shouting at me!"
Bonez smirked and cleared his throat.
"I like to shout! How about you!"
Kirk then whacked Bonez over the head.
"Get out of here you smartass!"
Bonez ran away to look for someone else to harass and shove a book at.
Kirk sighed and leaned back on a nearby building.
"This book must be in some foreign language. I can't read it."
Kirk's head snapped forward as he heard this.
"Well, you must be stupid!"
"Come back here or I'll kick your ass back to Malaysia!"
"Wrong country, you moron!"
Kirk looked around the corner and saw a teenage girl chasing a young boy. The boy looked strange, with spiked orange hair and sky-blue eyes that seemed to quiver as if there was a breeze blowing through them.
"Come back here, dumbass!!!!"
The boy stopped, turned around to face the girl, and smirked.
"It takes one to know one."
The boy's laughter was stopped when the girl put her hands around his throat and started to choke him. The boy wasn't choking; in fact, the girl's fingers couldn't fit around his throat because some sort of invisible barrier had formed around the boy's throat.
Kirk was laughing so hard at the boy's punishment; he barely even noticed the light sea blue book dropping from the backpack that the boy was carrying.
Kirk picked up the book and opened it up. He noticed that he could read one line. He read it aloud, "The First Spell, Gaelsir." A giant blast of wind fired out of the boy's mouth and hit the teenager and knocked the girl back into a wall unconscious.
The boy literally jumped for joy.
"Yay, I have a partner!"
Kirk was muttering to himself under his breath.
"Well, what do you know? That Bonez kid was telling the truth."
The boy laughed with joy and started to speak in a singsong tone.
"My name's Io, what's yours?"
"My name is Kirk Droma, so stop harassing me. I have a huge headache right now.
The mamodo stopped his enthusiastic celebrations suddenly and his expression became much more serious than before.
"I wonder if other mamodo have found their book owners by now?"
About a mile away, a teenager was ranting about how his boss had gotten them both fired from their jobs.
" I suppose Mr. Droma doesn't want a job! Kirk got us both fired! What an idiot! What an idiot!"
While he was ranting, an orange-skinned mamodo with long green hair walked up to him.
"Hey, do 'ya think that you could read this book? And could 'ya spare some food? I am so hungry. I could eat a whole dragon mamodo."
"What did you say?"
"Did I say something? I don't remember it."
The teenager grumbled under his breath about moronic street performers who wouldn't stop stalking people. Nonetheless, the teenager opened the book and read the one legible line on the first page of the book.
"The First Spell, Gireido."
A few spikes fired from the mamodo's belt and lodged themselves in a wall.
"What's your name, human?"
"My name is Donny Sharpe. What's yours?"
"My name is Gondollia."
Donny Sharpe stared at Gondollia in pure awe. Gondollia rubbed the back of his head out of embarrassment.
"How did you do that?"
Gondollia slapped his forehead.
"Oh yeah. I knew I was forgetting something. I was forgetting a proper explanation. Now, you see, I am something known as a mamodo…………………."
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Somewhere in Germany, a teenager was talking to a mamodo with pale white skin.
"So you're saying that you're a mamodo and I can have some adventures if I just read this book? Well, anything is better than this boredom."
The mamodo shuddered with his anticipation.
"The First Spell, Zoruk."
The pale-skinned mamodo was now covered in a thick blue shell and had an eerie blue glow to him.
"Well, well. I guess I don't have to be bored any more."
"You got that right."
A young man who looked to be his 20's seemingly stepped out from nowhere at all.
"My name is Klaus and this is my mamodo, Rille."
At that moment, a mamodo stepped out from behind him.
Bonez was depressed because Kirk couldn't read his book. He was walking when he saw a teenager propped up against a dumpster. Bonez knew that every person he asked couldn't read his book and this guy was probably no different. As he walked by, the boy ran in front of him.
"Hold it right there! Give me your money! Or that book! I could pawn it for food money."
Bonez smirked because the crimson book that he was holding was glowing. He was sure this teenager was his bookkeeper.
"Sure, you can have my book. Just read the first line on the first page."
The boy snatched the book from his hands and read the first spell.
"Sorudo!"
The two swords that Bonez carried on his back began to glow and faster than the human eye could follow, he whipped them out and sliced the dumpster clean in half.
"My name is Bonez. I may have had bad luck with Droma, but I finally have good luck with you. What's your name?"
The boy started muttering to himself.
"Droma. He's seen him. I hope he's okay."
Bonez overheard his muttering and stepped closer to his bookkeeper.
" Oh, don't worry, Kirk Droma was fired from his job but it's nothing to worry about. Now, what's your name again?"
"My name is Ian. I have a feeling this is the start of a beautiful relationship."
At that time, all of the mamodo on Earth were thinking the same thing.
"The battle for king has begun."
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Well, this is a revision. I noticed the hits and reader traffic and every reader seems to have read my first chapter and stopped reading this fic. I just used some new writing techniques and slightly better writing skills to revise this chapter, but the sad thing is despite how much I begged for reviews or constructive criticism, the one author who gave me the only constructive criticism I have ever had submitted two of the three reviews I have had for this story. Even some horrible writers (not specifying anybody in the Zatch Bell! section, as I read a ton of Bleach and Naruto fanfiction also and that's a lot of other stories that have bad stories within those groups of fanfictions) get many reviews that don't contain constructive criticism. But I beg you for reviews, constructive criticism or not, and I don't think that you should flame someone unless they have atrocious grammar, atrocious spelling, horrible failed romance scenes, or group together too much in one paragraph (I admit, I did that in my first two chapters until I got that constructive criticism, but I haven't revised my second chapter yet and I won't unless I get at least one more review, story alert, story favorite, or private message from an author telling them how much they like my fic).