Title: lose Control.

Genre: action/romance/humor

Parings: RichterxEmil, RataoskxMarta, DecusxAlice, LloydxCollette, PerseaxGenis, ZelosxSheena, KratosxRaine and probably a lot more. Oh, let's not forget Ratatosk x his car. xD I'm sure that there will be at least one pairing you like in here so read! :D

Summary: AU! Emil had been a normal boy, trying to live his life like everyone else but after an encounter with a top government agent, things get out of hand. Now he's surrounded by hot but deadly agents, crazy look a likes, and explosives. What does the government want with him? Yaoi, Terrorists, violence, language.

NOTE: Spies necessarily do not use rankings so I just used the ranks from the US Army. No one is in the army. It's just the system of ranking they use. Also, I know that the Field Marshal rank is not used in the USA. I don't care I'm using it anyways. :D


"Hello, and welcome to McDonalds! Would you like to try our new hot fudge sundays?"

Two blondes sat in the car. The one at the wheel tried desperately not to laugh while the passenger was blushing furiously in embarrassment.

"Um, Helloooo, may I help you?" called the female voice, getting impatient.

The red eyed blond leaned closer to the window, his grin getting bigger by the minute. "WHOPPERRRRRR!" He shouted in the most obnoxious tone.

"W-what? Excuse me?"

"WHOPPER NO ONIONS!" He shouted again before bursting in to a fit of laughter. The passenger looked out the window, a small smile forming on his lips. As much as he protested causing problems, this was actually pretty funny.

"Sir, this is not a burger ki-"

"Then I'll get a frosty."

"Hey you bastard, don't make me call security!"

Ratatosk and Emil turned and gave each other a shocked expression. Emil pursed his lips and brought a finger to them. "Shhhh, w-we need to g-g-go now, before we're a-arrested." He stated.

"Like they would waste money on security. They need to save it all for the lawsuits they get themselves into!" Ratatosk said, turning back to the window.

Emil placed a hand on his friend's shoulder. "Then let me order." He demanded.

Ratatosk sighed and leaned back so Emil could lean closer to the window. "Um, H-Hello?"

"Yeah, Hi. What do you want?!"

"I-I would like a-a Mcheart attack p-please..."

All that was heard through the speaker was a loud screeching noise. Emil shot a glance at Ratatosk. "D-Drive! D-Drive!"

"I can't! There are people in front of us!" Ratatosk shouted, panicking and laughing at the same time. "Damn it! That hag is going to kill us!"

Emil placed a hand over his heart. "Oh g-god. I think I'm h-having a h-heart attack."

Even though this wasn't the time, Ratatosk shot him a grin. "Well it looks like you got what you ordered. I still haven't gotten my frosty or my whopper!"

Emil's eyes drifted to the rear view mirror. What he saw disturbed him. There was a girl coming their way. She looked pissed. Her hair was long, a light brown and she wore a red hat with the Mcdonalds sign on the front. "Ratatosk! Look behind us!"

The red eyes blond did so, and when he caught a glimpse of her, his mouth dropped. "Ohhhhh noooooo. Ohhhh no…."

"What is it?" The shy one asked, confused of his friends unusual additude. Shouldn't he be flicking her off or something? NOT freaking out? "That's the girl from my art class."

Emil froze. Was Ratatosk afraid of a girl? Almighty Ratatosk? Lord of the basketball court? Afraid of a little girl. A GIRL! That worked at McDonalds! Sure, Emil himself was afraid but he didn't have a reputation to hold up. "And…? He asked.

"She is scary shit. SCARY! We need to go! NOW! I can't let her see me!"

As if god was answering their prayers, the car in front of them pulled out of the drive through, and Ratatosk put the pedal to the metal, leaving the girl in a cloud of smoke. "Get back here! This isn't the last of me!" She shouted while waving a fist.


"Richter, do you have your gun?"

"Yes."

"Richter, do you have your phone?"

"Yes."

"Richter, do you have your coffee?"

"Yes."

"Richter, do you have your playboy maga-ow! Don't hit me!"

"Don't."

Decus rubbed his forehead, wincing in pain. "Okay, okay, sorry. But don't you get bored when you watch people sleep? I mean…come on! Stake outs suck!"

The red read kept on walking down the hall way, ignoring the others complaints. As they walked, overhead lights flash on to light their path through the dark hall. The walls and floor shined a metallic color and their footsteps echoed. The air was scented with coffee, which was highly valued at the secret organization, since no one had time for sleep.

They stopped at a door that looked like an elevator. Sensing their presence, a scanning pad merged from the wall. "Hello, and welcome to briefing room No. 167RB. Before you enter, you must be correctly identified. Please place your hand on this panel and when the door opens, enter to get a full scan." Stated an automatic female voice.

Richter placed his hand on the scan pad. The machine lit up in a green color before opening the door. "Welcome Richter. Please step in the scanning booth and stand on the platform." The red head did as he was told and stepped into the room and onto the circular risen platform before crossing his arms and waiting. The doors closed, causing everything to become pitch black for a few moments. The walls then began to glow neon green and the platform began to rotate slowly. As this happened, a screen dropped from the ceiling showing some of his personal data.

"Hello Mr. Abend. Cheerful as always I see." Said the robotic voice.

"Hn, yes I'm so thrilled to do this procedure for the fifth time today." He said sarcastically. It was true. Security was so tight. The organization disguised itself as the head courters of a fashion industry, so the people of New York wouldn't feel so uneasy about living so close to an uptight government agency. When one would enter, they would feel like they were in a modern building. The elevators however, only went up to a certain number of floors. The floors higher up were where the actual government situations happened at.

To get to those floors, you would have to have a staff key and insert it into the number pad in the elevator. Then the options of going underground would be available. Then you'd simply go to the lowest floor, get out of the elevator and then find the first scan room which was located in a maze of hallways. After you got past that, then you'd be led to an actual elevator that would take you to the higher floors, unreachable to the public. There you'd be greeted by security guards, which would make sure you're clean. If you were a low ranking officer, then your journey would be simple and you'd go to your office. But if you were like Richter, then you'd have to go another scanning to get to the higher floors.

The building had one hundred floors. The first thirty was used for the 'fashion act.' Thirty one through forty is used for computer communications, filing of documents, and don't forget the cafeteria. Forty-one through sixty is where all the normal units are place. Sixty-one though seventy-nine is where the commanding officers worked. Generals were held on floor eighty. That was floor Richter was located at. The field marshal, the guy that ran the place, was also on that floor. Each floor was filled with briefing rooms to discuss each mission. Floor eighty-one to ninety-nine was where the weapon supply was locked and very important documents. The ten basement floors was where they hid prisoners.

Floor one hundred was housing for world leaders that ever decided to stop by, like the president. That floor also held a special briefing room just for world leaders. If there was ever an attack then someone of such importance would be able to go up onto the roof quickly and get away on the emergency helicopter. Ever since the world trade center incident, it never hurt to be careful.

It still sucked though. Richter was full of pride because he was a general, but by the time he got to his office, he was already angry and tired and his eyes would hurt from all the bright lights. At least he got a nice wardrobe… At least he had the privilege to meeting with the president. That was what he was doing now.

"I see." Stated the voice. "But it's worth it, isn't it? One day, you might become field Marshal. Everyone else already worships the ground you walk on."

Richter sighed. Now, he thought of himself as pathetic because is only friends were a robot, a pyromaniac, a self-centered freak, and a sadist. They weren't even really his friends. Just the only people not afraid to talk to him, but that was because they had one thing in common. They were freaks. Richter himself was supposedly the devil, as others implied. If people didn't fall in love with him at first site, then they were probably scared to death. Aster would blow himself up for fun, Decus would marry himself is he could never get Alice, and Alice should be held prisoner because she was predicted to be the next Hitler. Anna was a robot. Enough said.

"They only way I'd become field Marshal is if Kratos were to die, and he's not dyeing anytime soon. I'm not sure if I even want that job."

"Nonsense!" cried Anna. "Everyone wants that job."

"I'm not sure if Kratos even wants the job." Richter implied, a small smirk forming on his face.

"Oh Richter, you're so silly."

"Do I look like I'm trying to be silly?"

"Hmm, Ah-"

"Don't answer that…"

"Oh Richter, you're so cute."

"Oh really?" Richter asked, razing an eyebrow. "Be careful, now. Kratos might get jealous."

"I am not his dead wife. He needs to move on and stop coming to talk to me during lunch break."

"He does…what?"

"Besides, that assistant he has is soooo cute! I love her hair! I wish my hair was…well I wish I had hair! Hahahahah!"

"I….I see." Anna was weird and to cheerful. It's said that she acted exactly like Kratos' past wife. It's obvious to see where Lloyd got it from who is, by the way, Kratos' idiot son. It's sad though because Kratos looks more attractive then Lloyd. They look close to age, which doesn't make sense, unless Lloyd was adopted, which has been stated to be not the case. Some things will just have to remain a mystery.

"Oh Richter! I can't wait for the day that you get that silver fifth star! It will look so nice on your black uniform!"

"Uh hmm…" Richter said, now getting impatient. Anna was now sounding like his mother. He wasn't planning to stand there all day and chat.

"Well good bye Richter! Have fun!"

"Fun…of course…" He sighed as he the green lights flickered off leaving him in darkness.


"Mr. President, I think that this situation calls for using our best operative. Like many of our operatives, he has been a victim of the vanguards crazy experiments. I think it is in our best interest that we send him on any mission involving this group." Said an auburn haired man. Kratos and the president sat in the large briefing room. They sat across from each other at the marble table.

"I suppose you're right. But please, Kratos, do not use such formality. Please, call me Regal." Said the president.

"Very well, Regal…"

Just then, there was a knock on the door. A female voice called from the other side. "Excuse me. Mr. Abend has arrived."

"Both of you come in, Mrs. Sage." Said Kratos.

The doors opened and Richer and Raine walked into the room and sat down at their seats beside Kratos. The blue haired president leaned forward and shook both of their hands. "It's a pleasure to meet Kratos' beautiful assistant." He said charmingly, causing the silver haired woman to blush.

"Oh Please, Mr. President." Said the woman.

The president's gaze turned to Richter. "And you must be the famous Richter Abend, I see?"

Richter shrugged. "Famous and feared are two completely different things, Mr. President." This caused Kratos to glare but Regal smiled.

"My, you're bold aren't you?"

"I suppose so." Richter confirmed, not really fazed.

"I think we should move on with the mission" Kratos stated, handing a folder to the red head. "The mission concerns the terrorist group known as Vanguard."

Richter's eyes narrowed. "Hn, is that so?"

"Yes. As we all know, the Vangaurd is known for kidnapping people and using them for their experiments, some you may be familiar of, am I correct?"

No one liked talking about their past past with the Vanguard because it was a painful experience. That's where most of the operatives in this base came from. Old Vanguard faculties from all over the world. After being rescued by the government, most of the prisoners became agents to put a stop to the organization. Not much luck has been made.

"Yes…" Richter said, waiting for him to go on.

"It appears that the Vanguard does not just pick up random people off the street. Each target has some potential in them, obviously. We have done some investigating and have picked out a possible future target around the area. We want you to keep a close eye on them, and if they are attacked by the vanguard, I want you to rescue them and then bring them here. Then we will compare a government operative to a normal citizen and find out what triggers these kidnappings...And if you can locate their base around here then that would be nice too. Now, inside that folder you will find more information on the target."

Richter opened the folder and pulled out photograph of a blond boy with green eyes. He turned the picture over and on the back listed basic information:

Name: Emil Castagnier

Age: 18

Gender: Male

Hair color: Blond

Eye Color: Green

Ethnicity: white/ American

Occupation: Waiter/ Olive Garden.

Education: high school

Parents: orphan.

Personality: Shy, timid, kind. Loves to have fun. Very likable.

Whoever this Emil was, he was just screaming to be kidnapped. He couldn't image having a similarity with this guy. They seemed like complete opposites.

"May I take a look at the target?"

"Uh, of course, Mr. President." Richter said, handing the photo to their leader.

"Please, do call me Regal." Stated the man. He studied the picture closely before turning it over to the back. "Oh!?"

"What is it, Mr. President? Is something wrong?" Asked Raine.

"Wonderful! He works at Olive Garden! I love Olive Garden!"

There was a silence after that. None of the operatives wanted to offend the president in any way so they simply nodded. "Oh! Olive Garden, yes, I love that place too…" Raine leaned over to Kratos. "What's Olive Garden?" She whispered.

"I…I don't know…."

"Isn't that an Italian restaurant…?" Richter whispered to both of them. They all turned their gazes to Regal who was still reading Emil's profile. "I think I will be taking my leave." Stated Richter, standing up and reaching for the photo.

"Oh, yes, of course." The president said, handing the photo back. "Be careful on this mission. This Emil may be more difficult to watch then we expect."

"Well…how hard can watching this boy be? He seems to have a pretty simple life." Said Raine.

"Hn…" Richter stared at the photo once more before leaving the room.


"R-Ratatosk! S-stop speeding! T-the park is right t-there!"

"Me? Speeding? No. Not at all. You're just paranoid Emil."

They pulled into a nearby parking lot and stepped out of the car. Ratatosk locked his 2009 Chevrolet Malibu before looking at it lovingly. He ran his fingers across its smooth black surface as he sighed.

Emil smiled. It made him excited to see Ratatosk so in love, even if it was with a car. "S-So…When's the wedding? Do I get t-to meet h-her parents?" Emil asked, holding in his laughter.

Ratatosk glared at the other blond. "What did you say!?"

Emil shrugged. "I-I'm sorry. I didn't m-mean to offend y-you two. I m-meant: HIS parents. D-do I get t-to meet t-them?" Emil was barely able to dodge the fist that was aimed at his face. He jumped back and then erupted into a fit of Laughter. "Oh, E-excuse m-me for misunderstanding. I-I can't meet them b-because they are black, am I-I right?" The look on Ratatosk's face told him to run like Forest Gump. And that's what he did.

Eventually, both of them got tired of running all over the park. The both of them sat at a bench, huffing and heaving, trying to catch their breath. "You're lucky I'm tired…because If I wasn't, I'd rip your face off. " Claimed Ratatosk. Emil was too tired to respond. They sat there in silence for a few minutes. Then someone caught their eye.

"Ratatosk, I-it's, that girl…." Emil whispered.

"Maybe she hasn't realized it was us…Wait! Crap! Here she comes. Act natural."

The brunette walked over to the two blonds, smiling brightly. With her was another girl that had long blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes. "Hey there Ratatosk…Whoa! I didn't know you had a twin." She said looking at Emil, who looked away and blushed. They got that a lot, even though they had no relations.

"Yeah, uh, we're not related. We just look the same…"Ratatosk stated, sounding a bit uninterested in the conversation.

"Oh, well…." She turned to the shy one. "Hi, nice to meet you! I'm Marta and this is my friend Colette."

Emil smiled at the two girls. "I-I…Uh, Hi. I-I'm Emil…"

"Nice to meet you, Emil." Marta said, helping herself to a set on the bench next to Emil. Colette sat next Ratatosk.

The red eyed blond grinned. "Hey guys. Let's make fun of people we see." He chuckled.

"I-I Er…O-Okay?"

"I don't think that's very nice." Colette said softly.

Marta grinned. "Let's do it anyways. Hey look at that guy! Look at his ears, they are so big!" Marta said, pointing out guy that looked about Colette's age. He had brownish-auburn hair. His eyes were brown and he looked in pretty good shape, but he stared around the area like a lost child.

"Looks like the monkey lost is banana!" Ratatosk Laughed.

Colette bit her lip and looked away from the man, a blush rising on her face.

"Hey! Look at that guy! He looks Asian!"

Emil nudged Ratatosk in the arm with his elbow. "D-Don't make such r-racist comment's! Besides, I don't think Asians have red hair…do they?"

Marta's mouth dropped. "His hair...so silky...ah…I must find what shampoo he uses."

"I love his clothes. They must be expensive…Oh my god he's rich! Hardly anyone can afford clothes from MARTEL."

"MARTEL!" Screeched Marta. "I must become his wife! He's hot, Rich, AND has clothes from MARTEL!" Both females began to squeal.

Ratatosk grinned. "Look at him check his watch every three seconds." He then cried out in an oriental sing song voice: "I have no friends 'cause I'm no fun!" All four of them busted out laughing but then froze when they saw the man look their way.

"I wonder how old he is and where he works?" Asked Marta in a hushed voice.

"Well by the way he dresses; he must work in one of those giant buildings around here. Maybe at MARTEL! If we become friends, we could get connections!" Colette said, barely able to contain her squealing.

"He looks like he's in his early twenties…" Whispered Emil. He felt his heart beating quickly. Never had he seen such greatness before. Jealous? Yes. Emil was trying to save up money for college, so he lived in an apartment. He wasn't gorgeous, and his job sucked because a lot of people flirted with him. Especially guys. He didn't look like that much of a girl did he? No guy's flirted with Ratatosk…Maybe it was because he was loud and obnoxious and he wasn't?

He placed a hand over his heart. Mental heart attack! Marta noticed this. "Hey Emmy, are you alright?"

"Oh he'll be fine. He just had McDonalds earlier." Snickered Ratatosk.

Marta froze for a moment. Something registered in her brain. She pointed at two males, standing up from her seat. "It was you two bastards!" She screamed, trying to claw at Emil face.

"R-Ratatosk! H-Help m-me!" Emil whimpered, trying to run from the crazy girl. He stood up from the bench and began to take off running and Marta tried grab on to him but she ended up pushing him forward instead. The blond when falling right onto his face. At first he saw stars and then circles and then a bright white light. He felt some one turn him over so that he was on his back. He brought a trembling hand to his forehead and felt something wet. This would have been the part when he freaked out but then he felt a cloth being placed over the wound.

"I-I see a l-light…at the end of the tunnel….C-coming towards m-me….Heaven…?"

"Oh my god! He thinks he's dead!"

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry Emil! I didn't mean to kill you!"

"He's not dead Marta…"

"Open your eyes."

The last voice stuck out the most. Unfamiliar. Oh no. Ohhhh noooo… He embarrassed himself in front of the rich guy, didn't he? His green eyes fluttered opened only to see a pair of fierce ones staring back down at him. Yep. His three companions and the stranger were all kneeling beside him. The unfamiliar red head had placed a cloth on the boy's forehead to stop the bleeding.

"I-Is it bad…?" He asked, his lower lip quivering as he blinked back the tears of embarrassment that were forming in the corners of his eyes.

The red head shook his head. "No, just leave that on for a few more minutes and it'll stop bleeding." He advised, standing up and offering his hand to the boy. Emil took his hand and was pulled up off the ground with ease.

"I-I…Uh, T-Thank you…." Emil murmured, using one hand to press the cloth against his forehead.

"Yeah." The stranger started to turn away but Emil grabbed his wrist with his free hand. The red head turned to the boy, narrowing his eyes. Emil kept his gaze at the ground. He felt so inferior. "I-I can't thank you properly if I-I don't know your n-name… "The boy confirmed, his face heating up. "I-I…I'm E-Emil… A-And Y-Yours…?"

The red head stared at the blond before sighing. "Hn…I'm sure we'll meet again Emil…" This comment made Emil's gaze shoot up to meet his.

"I-I…I-I'm…?"

"It's Richter." The red head pulled away and began to take his leave.

Emil was stunned. "I-I….Er….Thank you Richter!" The blond called after him with a small smile forming on his face.

Suddenly, the blond felt someone grab his hand. "M-Marta?"

"He…He touched you. He has passed his greatness on to you Emil…YOU ARE THE CHOSEN OF MARTEL!"

"I-I…uhhh…."

"So what?" Ratatosk said, not aware of the redness on his face.

Marta grinned. "Uh oh. Is 'Tosk coming out of the closet? "

"What!? Me? Gay? You saw the way Emil was staring at the guy. He would have choked on his own drool if someone hadn't helped him up."

"W-What! N-No! You're the one blushing!"

"I was n—"

"Guys!" Colette silenced them. The blond girl walked over to Emil and gently pulled the cloth away from his head, revealing a small scar.

"Ohhh, I'm ugly now…." He whimpered. He was ignored.

Marta snatched the cloth away from the other girl and began to examine it. "Oh my god! It has MARTEL on it! Oh my god! I own something of MARTEL!"

Emil snatched it out of her hands. "N-No it's m-mine!" He cried, holding the cloth protectively to his chest.

Richter watched the scene from afar. He sat in his black 2009 XJ Jaguar, one of the ultimate luxury cars. So this is what it was like growing up normally…or semi-normally. He couldn't believe that is was his job to stalk Emil. Well, he didn't want to think of it as stalking. More like watching over…. He let out a sigh.

Time to go to Olive Garden. Good thing he was hungry.


WOW! This is the longest chapter of any story I have written. I hope you liked how I made things. Aster's alive, blowing up things, and Anna is a robot. Its sad that our heroes don't know that their worshiped fashion company is really a government agency. Weird. Hahahaha. If you're confused, Good. If you're not then that's great.

Vanguard vs. Martel. Who will win?

Hope you like it so far. :D

Review please!