(Well, it's happening again-- I'm writing an alternate reality. Last time I did that, it was really dark and depressing... and stuff.
And this definitely will be nothing like that. Wee!
Just so you all know, this alternate reality basically takes Tellius and gives it our modern technology... and takes away laguz-ness. I know, it's traumatizing, but the laguz characters are still here. Happy times!
Let's begin.
Ranulf, Ike, Soren, Lyre, Begnion © Nintendo)
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Not a Date
Chapter One- Planning Tutor
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When the going got tough, the tougher remained.
When the going got tougher, only the strongest survived.
Ranulf briefly wondered how he had lasted so long-- rather, how his persistence had survived so long, with this impossible task--
"Hey, Ranulf, are you going to give me the answers or what?"
The azure-haired teen snapped out of his daze, focusing his gaze on Ike, whose cerulean eyes were intently fixed on his friend.
"I'm not giving you the answers, I'm telling you how to do the problems," Ranulf retorted, swallowing the last bit of his sandwich.
"Which in the end tells me what the answers are," Ike grinned, pushing the rest of his lunch off to the side.
"...give me that pudding you've got and we have a deal."
"You're turning way too much into Soren."
Ranulf grinned as he claimed yet more food for himself.
In the three years that Ike had known Ranulf as his classmate at Seliora College Prep, never before had he been so easily distracted; every time the darker-haired teen jumped at Ranulf's offer for tutoring, the lighter-haired youth would end up forgetting what he was talking about.
"Alright, this is... what now?"
"...trig, Ranulf. This is the third time I've told you, isn't it?"
"It's only been the second time so far," Ranulf chuckled, tugging on one of the large orange flaps of his "hat". "And trig's a very broad field..."
"It's about polar coordination-- ates! Coordinates!"
"Or your lack thereof."
It was totally worth a smack upside the head... although using the math book seemed a bit harsh.
"Right, so what about polar coordinates?"
For thirty long, tedious minutes, the azure-haired youth explained to his friend the relatively simple("Yeah, to geniuses like you") concept of converting polar coordinates to rectangular ones.
"But, wait-- if the r is negative, but the degree measure's like, thirty, then--"
"Then you graph where it's thirty degrees, and then since it's negative, you flip the line to the other side."
"By other side, you mean..."
"I mean draw it so that it's like this--"
"...oh. Oh! So basically, it's just like adding a hundred and eighty degrees and graphing it then?"
Ranulf whistled a quick tune.
"You got Understanding! With this skill, you'll now be able to fend for yourself in a world of--"
"Yeah, no more videogames for you."
He chuckled, stretching his arms over his head.
"Was that all? My next class doesn't start for an hour, if you need more help..."
"No, that was it," Ike shook his head, shoving his books back into his bag. "I've got to get to Physics, anyways... besides, don't you want to have more time to daydream about your girlfriend?"
Ranulf nearly choked on Ike's ex-pudding, his mismatched eyes widening suddenly as his cobalt-haired comrade cackled.
"Wh-what are you t-talking about?! I don't have a girlfriend--!"
"Oh, come on. If she isn't your girlfriend yet, you're definitely thinking of how to get her," Ike grinned, his insane laugh from before dying down to a stifled chuckle. "Do you want me to leave you alone-"
"Yes."
"Alright then. Have fun working on your grand-master plan."
Ike narrowly dodged a metal spoon flung towards his head as he sprinted out of the cafeteria...
Ranulf's face finally once again became distinguishable from ripe tomatoes.
Sighing, he fingered the collar of his dark green turtleneck as the light-haired youth single-handedly opened his backpack...
...pulling out the notebook that held extensive details of his grand plan.
Grinning, Ranulf pulled out a pen from his pocket...
1/08
The sappy love note is a bad idea. That's more what Lyre likes. And if she's Lyre's complete opposite, then
"Oh, Ranuuuulf..."
The pen froze in place.
He briefly cursed himself for even writing her name...
"Hello, Lyre."
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(End chapter one.
Abrupt ending! Abrupt endings are fun. Just like semi-alternate realities.
Just so you know, I don't hate RanulfxLyre... it's just that I think she tries too hard to get his attention. So, it's not really the flag I sail under wholeheartedly.
Once again: Think our-world technology, no laguz(although the laguz characters do still look different from the beorcs), and most importantly, random insanity galore!
Please review!)