Disclaimer: I don't own Hey Arnold. That belongs to...the guy who created it.
Title: Destiny...or Not
Author: qtloveskittles (duh!)
Summary: She sat back and watched as destiny unfolded. Nothing could go wrong! But as everyone knows destiny doesn't always go as planned...
Dedication: I don't have anyone to dedicate this to...so how about all my loyal fans (lol)!
Author's Note: I want to apologize if the fic is in weird formatting. I don't know why but my computer has been doing that lately. I am trying to fix this problem. And the characters in the fic are OCC, but it can't be helped really.
Extra: Let me warn you right now that this is a G/H fic (meaning Gerald/Helga). I know that once you read this many people will click the back button and go read something else. But GIVE THE COUPLE A CHANCE! I read a very good fic called "Gerald Speaks" it's amazing and I encourage all of you to read it. So give the fic a try. And those of you who will read this than flame just because of the couple...DON'T. If you are totally against G/H than don't read. But don't flame just because of that. It's idiotic. For the more opened minded of you out there. ENJOY!
Stuff you need to know:
Thoughts are in italics.
There is a random annoying voice that appears every now and than so he/she (it doesn't have a specific gender really) speaks it will be in bold and italics.
Speech in ""(of course)
Also, for this fic I need to give you some information on the Gods. All you need to know is that Zeus is the...big guy up in Olympus (or where ever they live) and that he is a cheating man. He sleeps with everyone, even humans, even though he only has one wife Hera.
NOW ON WE GO!
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Everyone knows that when Zeus created the humans each one had a soul mate. That one is perfect until they become one with their soul mate, and even then they are not truly perfect. For everyone is created with an extreme unbalance between good and evil. Their soul mate had what they lacked and lacked what they had. Zeus as the 'king of all gods' felt that no one should be perfect like him. So no one ever was. Until Hera, Zeus' wife, decided that she was tired of her cheating husband and wanted the perfect man. She created him with an equal balance between good and evil, and a little love. She did not want the human to fall in love with another but he most know what it is to love. The model of this human, which held the essence of her perfect man, was brittle like wax or glass and Hera kept an eye on it day and night. For it would not do to have Zeus break it. Which is exactly what he did...
It happened the night Zeus came home from one of Dionysus' parties. Being the god of wine and intoxication it was quite obvious that everyone there would get VERY drunk. Zeus was no exception. Hera stood as she heard her husband slam the door and roar in his drunken rage. Hera patiently waited casting sideways glances at Hermes, the messenger god, whom was looking extremely nervous. Zeus stormed into the room to see Hera looking at him and Hermes sitting on the bed looking frightened. It didn't take long for Zeus to figure out what was going on, or what he thought was going on. It was perfectly all right for him to cheat on her, but if Hera laid a finger on another man she was as good as dead (except you cannot kill a god). Zeus in his rage, combined with being extremely drunk, did the first thing that came to his mind. He grabbed the tiny wax like doll Hera had worked so hard on, and snapped it in two. Hera gasped as red, white, and black smoke, representing the traits of her perfect man, wafted out the window and down to earth. Unaware of just how much the figurine meant to Hera, but satisfied with the hurt and shock in her gasp Zeus sat next to Hermes and began to discuss ways to rid the world of titans. Hera immediately chased after the smoke, hoping to get it back before it entered a human body...
Hera followed the smoke to a quiet, peaceful city where the red and black smoke split up with the white. Using an amazing gift, only the most powerful gods knew, she split herself in two. One half went after the white smoke and the other followed the black and red. It stopped at the window of a blue house. Hera watched, a look of horror on her face, as the smoke was absorbed into a pink ribbon, which a young girl had clutched over her heart. Hera shook her head and promised to harm Zeus foolishness before studying the young girl more closely. She had a small amount of blonde hair sticking from her head in two small pigtails. Her eyes were closed in sleep so Hera could only guess what color they might be. She looked to be only 2 maybe 3 years of age. Hera sighed and joined with herself again to find she was looking down into the attic of an old boarding house...
The white smoke was becoming absorbed into a small blue hat, which a young boy had placed over his heart. Hera scowled at being unsuccessful at capturing any of the smoke and looked at the young lad who now held the purest essence of any one on Earth. He had blonde tuffs of hair sticking out from a very odd shaped head. Almost like...what's the word...oh yes a football! He two was asleep so Hera couldn't see his eyes. She sighed from the umpteenth time that night and went home. She settled into her chair and watched the children from her magic mirror (corny I know, deal with it). Zeus may have messed up my plans to create the perfect human but he did not destroy them, she thought smiling to herself as the rest of their destiny came to her mind. Yes, these two will meet. It shall be love at first sight for both children. Time shall pass and they will grow closer and eventually wed. And...when they become one the perfect man shall be formed in the boy. Leaving the girl a shell, empty of any feelings. I admit this is not what I had planned, but certain sacrifices must be made. Yes, everything will be fine. Hera settled back in her chair to watch as destiny unfolded. Nothing could go wrong! But as everyone knows destiny doesn't always go as planned...
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"Move it football head!" Helga's famous words echoed through the halls of PS 118.
Helga tapped her foot impatiently as she waited for the boy in front of her to apologize. Her hair was still done up in it's trademark pigtail and her blue eyes cast him an icy glare from underneath one thick eyebrow.
"Sorry, Helga." Arnold brushed some blonde hair from his eyes and it took its place sticking widely out of his football shaped head. His green eyes looked at the ground, searching for anything that may have been dropped. Seeing nothing he walked as quickly as possible to recess not wanting another on of Helga's remarks.
Helga leaned against one of the many lockers, lining the halls and sighed. Checking to make sure that no one was around she pulled out a gold heart shaped locket. Arnold's picture smiled up at her and she gazed at it lovingly.
"Oh Arnold my love, why must a
belittle you when all I really want is to tell you how dear you are to me." She
sighed.
Soon the hallway began to fill with an all to familiar wheezing. Without even so much as a backward glance Helga brought up her fist. WHAM! The sound of breaking glass grew louder than the wheezing as Brainy slid to the floor unconscious. She scowled but the locket back into her pink dress and stormed of to recess.
"Hey Pheebs."
Helga greeted her best friend of forever, Phoebe Heyrdal. She was a petite Asian looking girl with black hair that was in a small ponytail at the top of her head. Her long blue sweater covered everything else on her outfit and matched her blue-framed glasses perfectly. Helga sat next to her friend and watched the game of four corners that had started. Helga sighed restlessly. She hated recess. There was nothing to do, you couldn't play baseball, or football and all the 'cool' kids got the good kick balls. There wasn't much to do but try to watch Curly, Eugene, and Sheena try to play four corners with a deflated ball and three people. Amazing thing was, they usually pulled it off.
Soon, but never soon enough, the bell rang and the fourth graders made their way inside to learn. This was the time of day when Helga would use the spitballs she had spent her morning hours making. With careful aim she would send them sailing and if she was lucky, which she usually was, they would hit their target dead on. And the target was always the same, the back of a certain football head. Then when he turned back to look she would suddenly become so interested in whatever lesson they were learning. Today it was math.
"Steady," She whispered to herself as she raised the straw to her mouth.
"Aim," She pointed the straw carefully at the back of Arnold's head.
"Fire!" She blew hard into the straw and watched as the wet paper landed right were it was supposed to.
"Bingo." She breathed before ducking her head to study the most recent math problem.
Right on time she felt his eyes burning into her. She looked up and mouthed 'what?'. He sighed and turned around. Once he was back in his seat she picked up the straw again. It was time to repeat the process.
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Hera watched the scene take place from her home on Mt. Olympus. This wasn't how everything was supposed to start. Oh well all she had to do was wait...
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Done with chapter 1. I will try to have a chapter a day written but I don't know if I can do that. I'll try though. I hope this is a little bit better than the original chapter 1. I was reading it and I didn't like how it was so rushed and such. R&R and tell me what you think.