While on my continuing adventure of the unknown jungles of the world called Anime, I found a peculiar anime called The Familiar of Zero (Shakugan no Shana sent me here). I somewhat fell for it. The ideas were cool and all, but I always thought that it needed music; alternative music. So here we deep into the world Dennis Gallagher. Enjoy.


Dennis opened his eyes to see the sky. Trees pointed upwards toward the sky pleading to be taken upward. The weather was warm.

"Holy..." said Dennis getting up and looking around. He slowly got up and brushed the dirt from his yellow t-shirt. He wore his yellow shirt with jeans and white tennis shoes. He looked around and scratched his head. He looked down to see his a black box in the form of a rectangle. He remembered that he had come back from school with it on his back when he was walking with Nicky.

Nicky.

"I must be in the woods. Shit. How did I get here?" he thought. He seemed a little afraid that something wasn't right about his surroundings. Was West Orange always this...silent?

He started to get extremely scared. This isn't possible. How could this happen? He was just with Nicky...he was just with Nicky!

He calmed himself down and took a deep breath. He checked his guitar.

He clicked up the buttons on the sides and flipped open the top of it.

His black Gretsch 6128T laid sweet and sound inside the purple leather casing. It had some dust on it, but once Neil got home he would clean it off with a rag. He closed the case.

Then he started to walk off.


He started to ask the same question to his mind, continuously.

"Where the fuck am I?"

Then he saw something that caught his eye.

Was that a...a castle? Wtf?

He realized that maybe it was some historical place (wait, in West Orange? WTF!) and started to run towards it from the hill he was on. He was eager to find a phone and call a cab so it could bring back home. The castle had walls all over made from what seemed to be some sort of grey stone. He entered the walls to find that must of the area inside seemed to be open space. He looked around and saw a lot of kids scattered around the whole place. What the hell were they wearing? The whole get–up seemed as though everyone went to the gift shop here to dress like something out of Harry Potter. Everyone was looking at him.

"Qui est cet enfant? Qu'est-ce qu'il porte?" said one of the girls passing by him to another girl. They both laughed and went on their way.

"Hey, um excuse me can you tell me where the nearest phone is?" Dennis said to a fat kid passing him.

"Qu'est-ce? Mec, quelle langue parlez-vous?" said the kid passing him and he seamed to run off to some building.

"Thanks for the help, you asshole!" said Dennis giving the kid the finger. The kid seemed scared and ran even faster.

Dennis wished he had payed serious attention in French class (that's what they were speaking, right?)

Dennis tried and tried and tried and tried and again tried to ask others if they knew where he was.

"Excuse me, do you speak English."

"Je suis désolé, je ne vous comprends pas. Je ne sais pas ce que vous essayez de dire."

"Yeah, that's bullshit. You don't espeake English?'

"Pourquoi continuez-vous parler de ce englush? Qu'est-ce que les english?"

"That's bullshit. You're bullshitting me. What the fuck, this is America."

"America?

"CAN ANYONE TELL ME WHERE THE FUCK AM I!" Dennis finally shouted at the top of his lungs.

Then someone threw something at his head. He turned around.

"Hé, roturière, shut up!" said a boy in a black cape with this weird blonde hair. His accent annoyed Dennis. He thought this kid was a complete asshole.

"What the hell? I understood that!" Dennis thought scratching his head and making his way towards the kid who did that.

"What the fucks you're problem!" he said pushing the kid over onto the ground. Dennis was extremely pissed. He wanted to know where the hell he was and where the fuck he could find a godamn phone. The blonde kid looked frightened (maybe startled, really) and got up as quickly as he could. Dennis noticed people (mostly girls) gathering around them. The kids formed a circle around the two boys. Dennis realized he wouldn't get out of this without having to bruise his knuckles. The blonde kid look directly at Dennis and started to laugh.

"Comment osez-vous pousser un noble, vous roturière! I, Guiche de Gramont, va vous montrer votre place, roturière! Préparez-vous à sentir ma colère!" said the blonde kid. The blonde boy then raised his hand up and a red rose came out of nowhere and landed in the boy's hand. He gripped the rose and directed it in Dennis directions.

Dennis was completely dumbfounded.

From left to right, people started shouting out. A lot of girls were shouting out as well.

"Guice et un roturier se battent!" shouted one fat kid.

"Soyez prudent, Guiche! yelled a cute girl.

"So you want to fight, eh?" Dennis said dropping his guitar in the black case to the ground next to him and start to make his way towards the douche blonde kid being on his highest alert. He knew that this place was different.

Immediately, the blonde kid waved his rose around and three statues of silver appeared out of thin air surround Dennis right before he could raise his fist up and try to hit the douche.

"Pensez-vous honnêtement que vous pouvez me battre, roturier? Je vais m'assurer que vous comprenez à respecter vos nobles!" said the douche.

"I don't know what you said, but I don't care! Come on!"

The statue hit him right in the face. He fell down.

The statues then continually started to beat him senselessly.

This was bad. Dennis was getting the shit beaten out of him. He couldn't move. The statues (or whatever shit was beating him) were about to make him pass out. He had to act fast.

Then he heard something.

It sounded cool. It was musical. It sounded as though someone was using a stick to hit certain parts of metal to make different sounds that corresponded with each other. It sounded beautiful.

He could hear the wind.


Time slowed down.

"A...a xylophone?" said Dennis. He looked at his guitar case.

It was glowing.

And sometimes you close your eyes

And see the place where you used to live

When you were young

He moved his body towards it. Slowly, he got to his guitar case. The locks glowed in yellow and opened themselves.

"Should I..." Neil thought to himself.

Dennis had no other good idea.

He slowly took out his Gretsch and put his home-made strap on his back.

He had no cord or amp.

But when he strummed the G chord, his guitar made the most beautiful sound he had ever heard. It was loud. It was really loud. His hands acted on their own. He slowly picked up the pick laying in the grass he had dropped fighting the statues. He wondered what to play, but that wasn't his choice. It was his guitars choice. Time came back to normal. Everyone stared at Dennis in aw. What was that thing he gripped in his hands? Was it a sword or a gun or a wand or staff?

No, it was music.

"Ne restez pas là aller après lui!" said the blonde kid to his statues who also were confused at what they had seen. The statues started to run towards the boy with the guitar.

And he answered their call.

He put his volume all the way up.

He strummed the first chord to a song. The sound destroyed everyone's ears as it had become extremely loud within in their area. The statues were destroyed in a second from the sound.

"Quoi! Comment est-ce possible!" said the blonde kid. He immediately created more statues to come after the boy.

The boy with the guitar started his fight


When You Were Young – The Killers

You sit there in your, heartache

Waitin' on some beautiful boy to

To save you from your old ways

You play forgiveness, watch it now, here he comes

Slowly, the guitar started to emit a strange yellow color. Almost as if it were thunder. The blonde kid became scared to shit seeing his statues being destroyed one by one. Different sounds also began to come from the guitar. Dennis could hear someone playing the drums and the bass and the rhythm guitar. It was almost as if, his friends were playing with him.

He doesn't look a thing like Jesus

But he, talks like a gentleman

Like you imagined when you, were young

Can we climb this mountain, I don't know

Higher now than ever before

I, know we can make it if we take it slow

Let's take it easy, easy now, watch it go

We're burnin' down the highway skyline

On the back of a hurricane, that started turnin'

When you, were young

When you, were young

And sometimes you close your eyes

And see the place where you used to live

When you, were young

Dennis started to jump around in a crazy manor scaring everyone around him. They thought he was going to kill them with that thing. He noticed the people around him had peculiar hair styles and colors. Two girls near each other's looked on as the battle ensued. One girl was tall and very attractive. She had tanned skin and red hair. Her tits were huge. The other girl was small and didn't seem excited but amused. She held a staff. Then he saw something that actually caught his attention. A boy around his age that actually looked normal. He wore a blue parka. He stood next to a small girl with pink hair, but then Dennis realized how much he didn't give a shit.

He played his solo, freighting everyone around him. The music stopped and the piano came in. Neil softened his voice. He had no idea what the fuck was going on.

They say the Devil's water, it ain't so sweet

You don't have to drink right now

But you can dip your feet

Every once in a, little while

Woo!

Send me!

Ah!

Dennis became extremely serious now. Moving towards the blonde douche he was undefendable.

You sit there in your, heartache

Waitin' on some beautiful boy to

To save you from your old ways

You play forgiveness, watch it now, here he come

He doesn't look a thing like Jesus

But he, talks like a gentleman

Like you imagined when you, were young (Talks like a gentleman)

(Like you imagined when) When you, were young

I said he doesn't look a thing like Jesus

He doesn't look a thing like Jesus

He shoved the headstock of his guitar into the blonde douches chest and smiled. The blonde kid had pissed his pants.

But more than you'll ever know

BAM! The final blow. He sent the kid flying into the stone wall behind him and watched him fall back. He wasn't dead, he was knocked out though.

Everyone remained silent and stood still. They were all terrified at what they had just seen. Dennis looked around and then yelled out loud.

"Shit...shit..." shouted Dennis at the top of his lungs. He hit the ground on his knees. His guitar clung to his back. His case lay on the ground.

People whispered to each other and began to back away. They were scared he was going to kill them all. They had seen something they could not believe.

Dennis opened his eyes and realized that he had become a major threat towards them.

He thought they probably we're going to kill him.

He looked around to see everyone looking frightened of him and backing up.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breathe, and immediately started to run.

He pushed passed two guys and ran like crazy.

"Après lui! Ne pas le laisser échapper!" said someone behind him after he passed the crowd and start to just run. It was a girl.

He didn't look back. He just ran and ran and ran. He finally found the gates. He jumped with joy in his mind and started to run faster. Oh shit.

They we're closing.

He saw men in armor guarding the closing gates. They were armed with spears and swords and what not.

He pulled his guitar to the playing position and blasted all the strings at once pointing the headstock towards the guards and it blew them all away.

He smirked and put his guitar around his back and ran faster.

Then the unexpected happened.

The boy he saw earlier in the blue jacket came from the blue and blocked the entrance. He held a sword.

This aggravated Dennis so he ran forward with his hands on the neck of his Gretsch. He hit the boys sword with all his might.

"GET OUT OF MY WAY!" yelled Dennis right into the kids face.

"No." said the kid with a grin.

He spoke English. This spooked Dennis who had let his guard down. The kid side swept him. Dennis hit his face hard onto the dirty ground.

It hurt like a bitch.

Dennis fell unconscious in an instance.


"Where could he have come from?"

"He's obviously from my world."

"But when I summoned you, you were speaking a different tongue from this commoner."

"There's more then one language on my earth. He was speaking English. One of my worlds most known languages."

"So you understood him?"

"Yeah, but only a little. I fell asleep in English class."

"Stupid dog!"

"Wher..." was all Dennis could say.

"He's awake!" said a voice.

Dennis opened his eyes to see himself in a room on a bed. There was something cold on his head. He saw a couple of people in the room; the kid who hit him, the pink haired girl, an old dude with and beard, and a bald dude with a staff.

He tried to get up, but his joints hurt.

"Hey, dude. Don't push yourself. You got hit pretty hard by Guiche." said the boy pushing him on the bed.

"You mean the douche with blond hair?" said Dennis positioning himself in a comfortable position.

"Yeah. That kid."

"Names. I want names."

"Oh. Well I'm Saito, that's Louise, this is Old Osmond, and that guy over there is Professor Colbert." said the boy named Saito pointing towards everyone. Everyone was smiling (minus the short girl).

"Dude."

"Yeah?"

"Where the fuck am I."

"I hate to kill your heart, but you're in a country called Tristain on a continent that doesn't exist on Earth. We're far away from Earth.

"So this isn't America."

"No."

Dennis fell onto the bed and covered his eyes.

"Fucccccccckkkkkk mmmmmmeeeeeeee."