Hoshino Katsura owns where these beautiful character are from…I'm just borrowing them
Chapter 1
Numbers, numbers, and more numbers. All of them swirling around in a nightmarish merry-go-round of fun with money and torturing Allen Walker. His eyes went from one 6 digit number to the next, the seemingly normal looking sheets of paper littered harmlessly around him circled around him depicting the perfect picture of a studious teenager. But no, those flimsy white papers are etched with the bain of his being…His master's debts are the very reason why this sixteen year old boy is pulling out his hair from frustration, suffering sleep deprivation, near starvation, and shuffling papers in a mad frenzy.
A piercing headache was gnawing Allen from the inside out, clearly visible to the naked eye due to his pained expression. Slumped over the table he entered a nightmarish haze where it was only he and the numbers. Those numbers, adding and adding until suddenly he wasn't staring at numbers but at the ceiling with a more prominent stinging jabbing his head making him feel like an axe murderer just scalped him. He groaned and registered the sound of heavy boots approaching him and if he had been any less half dead he would have heard the light snickering of his demon guardian, Cross Marian.
Sitting up slowly Allen glared at a tower of a man with red hair untied and wild as his personality. His half mask that had unnerved countless people no longer had any effect on Allen but in an odd way he was kind of glad that that man was only able to bring one condescending eye upon him. A handle full of seconds in that man's presence was enough to annoy Allen, he had been tallying up this man's debts, they weren't his, they were this poor excuse of a human's selfish expenses that annoyed the younger to no end. Did I mention that it annoyed him? Well, maybe that's why some sub persona possessed Allen and he blurted, "O, it's you…no wonder why my headache intensified, it must have sensed you were in a 1 mile radius of me."
"And just how are you still alive again? Ah, I keep forgetting, it must be because you have me, the only person on this planet who can put up with that black hole of a stomach of yours. So disrespectful." Allen watched as the red head shook his head as if he was having his tme wasted by the other. He couldn't help feeling slightly confused though, it had been less than a week since his master left without telling him…Again…But usually he wouldn't be back for months. And when he did come back he usually dragged in boxes of wine and countless other things from his travels, he felt as if he had all the pieces to a puzzle but just one seemed slightly off, why did he showed up so early? Cross must have felt the confusion rolling off his charge like an unpleasant heat wave and sighed as if he wasn't the problem.
Allen rubbed the increasing throb on his head and huffily wondered just what Master had thrown at him. He looked up to see the demon of a man already walking right back out the door! This man shows up. Only a week gone and doing God knows what. Spends his money so sinfully he would burst in flames the second he stepped in church. Throws a goddam refrigerator at my head. I probably have a concussion now. And he leaves. Nope, not having that. The white haired boy stumbled to his feet clumsily to give Cross just a piece of his mind but the red haired man had already shut the door as the younger had fumed about the injustice.
That was incredibly random. Allen stared at the door wondering if his mind finally broke and hallucinated that whole...thing…But the door squeaked open as that red haired man's face appeared once more with an even more annoying look upon his face.
"A word of advice to my idiot apprentice: get a life." The door slammed again with a resonating thud and Allen could hear the sound of his military boots marching off.
Allen bristled with indignation and vividly imagined strangling that infuriating poor excuse for a human. Preferably with that man's conveniently long red hair…That'd be good…very good. Snickering to himself, Allen was about to sit down and continue his grueling work when he saw something that wasn't there before. A large box, Different from those memory inducing wooden crates carrying his master's precious wines-but a box nevertheless. Usually when he received those boxes of wine Allen had to just set it aside so that Cross could methodically put them in his cellar with a tenderness not even reserved for his women. This time Allen hoped it was an exception; especially if the box was thrown at his head. He picked it up and snorted when he saw stamped on the top of it: FRAGILE - HANDLE WITH CARE. Apparently somebody didn't get the memo. Curiously, Allen pulled at the tape holding and opened the flaps of the shiny white box. The contents startled Allen so much that he just about had a heart attack.
In all the years that Allen had been under Cross's care, about the only things that could be considered gifts-but weren't really gifts at all were about two things. Yes, two. The first, being a potted plant that seemed normal but Allen would swear on his honor that that plant had an attention disorder. One day Cross had come home with his traveling bags and looking more or less the picture of a frazzled traveler with the way his hair was more unkempt than usual, his hat crooked as well as his glasses were crooked, and his coat had more than a touch of dirt. He had left all his baggage at the door and walked towards the surprised boy who had finished gorging himself with food and said: In that box over there, there is a gift from a friend. Take care of it. You let it die; I'll let you die. He then turned on his heel and went straight to his bedroom. Lo and behold the gift was a plant that would have a violent tantrum if it was not shown affection. Allen had "fun" those first couple of weeks as his hands were gnawed and his head was bitten more than the otherwise patient boy could handle with matters besides his master. The other gift…It's just best said that it was claimed by Cross to be the only educational gift that a man such as himself could impart with his apprentice. Allen had a violent blush the color of a radish burning his face for a whole week and some. And now, this. Allen couldn't believe it.
With his eyes twinkling from excitement, Allen couldn't care less if it turned out that his master was abducted by some alien subspecies and replaced with an imposter if that meant he had the Dream-Scape 2000 right in front of him. He had been longing to get his hands on this virtual reality game that connected to the gamer's dreams and weaved games of such beauty everyone and their mother had gotten one of them the moment it was released. Overcome with joy, Allen didn't care that it was only the middle of the day and ran to his room with his precious cargo in his arms. He didn't even have to read the instructions as he had already read everything there was to know about the game console. Such as the fact that there was only one game released by the Dream-Scape corps and it was called: Half Heroes. A fantasy game with worlds within worlds and no two players experience in the game was the same.
Laying down on his back he gingerly set up the system and willed himself to slip into those silky fingers of sleep.
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"Welcome to Half Heroes."
"What is your name?"
"A-allen Walker."
"Do you need a tutuorial on how to play Half Heroes?"
"No, thank you."
""Very well, go forth Allen Walker."
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He was falling. He was falling. He was falling? Allen's silver eyes widened to the size of dinner plates as his racing mind couldn't recall anything about falling into the game. If the wind hurtling his back and crazily whistling by his ears were anything to go by he was definitely not where he was supposed to be. He was supposed to be in the central plaza of whatever city and whatever world not falling from whatever sky. As luck would have it, he here he was, plummeting to his death and he hadn't even started the game. Briefly he wondered if it was even possible to start the game with negative hp and then the blue sky went black.
Hallo!
I've had this idea in my mind for a while now and just wanted to share what I had so far with you all. This DGM fanfic is based off of Sword Art Online, Half-Prince and will have some elements of Fairy Tail. Sorry if some parts don't make sense or the pacing is terrible…I just got really too excited to edit and read it through like twice…but if you like it, then I'll do a better job in later chapters.
-Ill-Fated-Wish