AUTOR'S NOSE: Music that will help set the mood for the fic will be |-(like so)-|.
Aaaand this is my first fic, so try not to break my legs if I accidently fling anything regarded as canon out the window, light it on fire, then piss on it. Which would sound a lot like it was on purpose, though I assure you, it is a complete accident. Yep. Just an accident.
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Unknown where the Cursed Wave was born After the stars doth cross the heavens, The sky in the East doth darken and air doth fill with mourning. From the chosen land beyond the forest, a sign of the wave comes.
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Weary emerald orbs peered through the blinds of his window, out at the desert, scanning for any volatile rivals.
Thankfully, none were in sight. Donovan Jiiha grinned, although it came out more like a small smile. He had just recently recovered from a bad fever, though that wouldn't stop him from kicking some ass and taking one or two names.
Atleast, in his mind it wouldn't stop him. His body ached in reality, and his movements were sluggish. Though, he could never stop doing his hobby, flu or measels.
That hobby being scavenging.
He looked around his room, a simplistic, but rather rickety old iron chamber, with bed, dresser, desk, (broken piece of shit) laptop, and assorted sketches. His shovel rested against one of the thick metal walls, it's steely glint calling to the boy, as though it wanted him to pick it up.
Now the boy, he was young, but tough.
One had to be tough to survive on a desert planet. He was short, about four foot nine, his skin a dark marking from the days he stayed out in the son, his hair a surprisingly mousy brown, two large bangs flopped over his eyes, his eyes being a particularly brilliant looking emerald. Not that he thought so, though. He just thought they were green, and particularly boring. His hands were rough from the day to day chores, like working the purifier and doing repairs to whatever fell off during the night. Not that he really thought they were chores. To him, it was more like having a job he didn't get paid for. Which, he supposed, chores could be considered that.
He stood up, , and he was now wearing his usual attire; a short brown cloak that draped around his shoulders, some shorts, and some old, worn down work shoes. No shirt though. Going out in that heat with a shirt was the equivlant of putting on a winter jacket during summer in Arizona. Suicide. But of course, Donovan had no idea what 'Arizona' was, seeing as he lived on a planet untouched by earth. Or, so he thought. We'll go over that later, though.
The boy's mind was thinking about two things at the moment; what possibly sweet loot he might find, and women. Lots and lots of women. If he wasn't searching for gold in a desert, he was thinking about women, mainly Connor Nikopol's sister, though that was more to spite Connor than it was to actually score a date. He particullarly disliked the Nikopols, and pissing them off was one of his life long objectives.
Of course, he quickly cleared his mind. He hadn't time to dawdle about, fantasizing about blondes and brunettes with gratious ammounts of bust and butt, he figured he had to get to scavenging before dawn came. After all, if the village cheif found out that he scavenged, his hobby would be fucked five ways from sunday with a giga drill.
He clattered around the town, which was situated at the top of a run down chrome fort, which was screwed to the earth below the sand. It was amazing how long the old thing had still been standing. Maybe even a blessing? No, thought Donovan. If there is a god up there, he sure as hell dosen't give two fucks about the affairs of us deadbeats, no blessings here. Not. One. Miracle.
Donovan is... bitter. About a lot of things. Mainly how his father just vanished around a year ago, without even one goodbye. It filled him with anger... and worry. What had happened to his dad, anyways?
He eventually found the stairs down to the mainland, and began his descent. It was... quiet. He liked it like that, no noisy blonde twats, no barking village teeth, just the wind, and the sand's gentle movement under his shoes. He went over the nearby dunes, hovering over them with a metal detector. The boy thought he looked like an idiot doing it, mainly because the device, in his opinion, looked increadibly lame. But it was nessessary for scavenging. He didn't think he had much else, other than scavanging.
Dune after dune, after dune after dune, he had found not a single thing. Well, he had found something. A bit of tin foil. What kind of idiot drops a scrap of metal out in the middle of a desert? Thought the boy. The travelling carpenter? Oh, thanks for noticing the shitbox fort out in the distance, I CERTAINLY don't mind if you just TROT OFF without even seeing if anyone's alive in there. Bastards, the lot of them.
What is it with the junk I keep finding around here? Thought the boy. Watches, screws, batteries... Do people even come by this little neck of the desert? I don't see anyone. Not ever. Not one soulstain of spiritjizz. Nope. Nothing. Just like this goddamn desert.
He looked out at the sunrise, as though glaring at the sun. He had a love-hate relationship with this desert. It was his home, but it was desolate.
His hateful little train of thought went off the tracks when he heard the metal detector go off. BEEPBEEPBEEPBEEP. God, he hated that noise. He hated a lot of noises, but that one pissed him off the most. Made him want to gut someone with a rusty trowel. Maybe that Nikopol kid... Nah. He'd save that for later, probably tommorow. He dug through the sand, keeping a close eye on the hole he was digging, and the pile it was making. Then, he saw it. It was small, and bronze, maybe even gold, and looked like some kind of... necklace. Or rather, what would hang off a necklace, there wasn't exactly a chain or anything. Donovan, getting a little excited, reached his tough skinned hand down, and snatched it up, giving it a good look over, mind swimming with greed.
He stood corrected. It was a drill bit.
"...What the FUCK! Way to go, Don, your father must be so proud of you for digging up useless shit out in the middle of the desert! Aren't you just a special boy!" He nearly shook with anger. If he wasn't still recovering, he probably would've stomped something. "Useless piece of..."
Just as he got ready to toss it as far as he could, a green glow caught his eye. At first, he thought the green laser of a high grade sniper rifle, and hit the deck... before quickly realizing that the glow was coming from his hand. He looked... and it turned out that the glow was coming from the drill bit.
"...It glows? Oh boy," the boy said, "now I can go have sweet rave parties with my friends and not need a glowstick! " The boy began thrusting his pelvis, acapellaing some techno song with various "oonce"s and "the system is down"s. Of course, he stopped after his small and particullarly sarcastic gesture, and pocketed the drill.
"Boy, what kind of moola can a rake in for selling a seemingly useless glowing drill. Probably..." He counted on his fingers. "10 bucks. Maybe if I make a big show out of it, I can sell it for more..." He tapped his foot. "Oh wait, I don't know any assholes who would buy a glowing drill bit! Tch... Probably just a usless little drill."
He thought a moment. "Well, better not be radioactive, or I'm going to choke a bitch."
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He looked up at the crudely made cardboard entrance sign to the town, letting a few memories from when he was much younger flow into his mind.
"WELCOME TO NAMELESS!"
Boy, the geniuses who came up with that one got more than one shovel based assault from Don. About five, to be exact.
Don sighed. Again, the thought crossed his mind. He wasn't sure of a lot of things. Like now, he wasn't sure if he really wanted to go back home. The idea of running off into the desert like a mad man had crossed his mind more than once... but had dismissed the thoughts. After all, they were batshit fucking crazy.
After a long while of thought... he decided to go home, this time, and sleep while he could. But something caught his eye. Out of the corner of his vision, he saw... a girl. Her hair was silver, and she too was wearing a cloak, but hers was silver, had a brooch that looked like a sideways eight (also silver), and the cloak went down to her knees. She was around his age, maybe a little younger. Of course, the thought of flirting with the girl who just popped out of nowhere flew into Donovan's head. He shook the thoughts out of his head...
And when he looked back at her, she was gone.
"...I need to never take another acid tablet ever again. Ever. Messes with your mind, even after the high wears off."
And then, he climbed the steps, unaware of the path fate had chosen for him.
Not that he cared much about fate.
|-(It's a Golden Show - Cathrine OST)-|
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"UP AN' ADEM', SHORTSTOP!"
Donovan was rudely awoken by the village chief running in, voice loud as a jet engine, banging a metal spoon to a large pan, looking about as irritated and thickheaded as ever. The cheif was a pudgey man, mostly bald, with the exception of a single split hair that stuck out of the front of his scalp, and a crude three o' clock shadow. He wore wooden sandals, and a pair of white pants, strongly resembling what a samurai might wear in a modern age, held up against his girth with a black belt. Donovan always though he never needed it. If anything, Don always though that the pants looked uncomfortably tight on him.
"Yeah yeah, I'm up, boss. Lemme guess, I'm going to get an asschewing for being off duty for a few days?"
"Damn straight you are, runt! You're lucky I didn't toss you out the window in your sleep, or turned you into Pigmole chow!"
"Lighten up, I had a fever, I was afraid everyone might catch it." He lied. "And pigmoles don't eat mea-"
"FEVERS AREN'T CONTAGIOUS!" The cheif yelled, giving Don a hard slap to the back of the head, simultaneously.
"Even when I'm sick, I always work my hardest! You little brats should be taking a few lessons from me." The cheif said, crossing his arms, smirking proudly.
"Since when do you work?"
Don recieved a sheathed sword to the forehead for that little comment. Don responded with a rainbow's worth of colorful language.
"Boiler room, the purifier, NOW!" Roared the chief. "Okay okay! Jesus fucking christ..." Don quickly grabbed his toolbox from the dresser, and absconded from his room, hopefully avoiding the wrath of the "Fatman", as some of the people who also lived there sometimes called chief. Working his way through the several twisting passages of the town's underneath, Don entered the boiler room. It was somewhat cramped, and there was always the sound of steam hissing and water bubbling.
But Don liked it. He thought of it like a second room all to himself, seeing as he was one of the only two who could manage the purifier. That old fart of a father taught him a thing or two before he took off. The boy slid past the pipes, and to the purifier, a large, clunky machine, that purified the water from the underground aquafer. He began daily maintenance, as it usually needed.
Creak.
"What was that?"
Don looked around the room. You aren't supposed to hear things creaking in the boiler room. Ever.
It was at that moment, a hole was blown in one of the major steam pipes.
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"What? You're telling me that the pipe just... burst?"
"Yeah, I think I can speak english, captain fucking obvious."
Slap.
"Damn it! We need to get this repaired as soon as possible!" The cheif thought a moment... before coming to a conclusion. "Don, do you know how to ride a motorcycle?"
"Wha... What? Are you asking me to go somewhere on a motorcycle? Where did your chunky ass get a motorcycle!"
"Back in my youth, I was in a biker gang."
"You were in a-"
"DO YOU KNOW HOW TO RIDE ONE!"
"Gah! No, but... I mean, it can't be too hard, right?"
The cheif grinned, and placed something circular in Don's left hand. It was a compass "Well, seeing as you've 'been out' a while, I guess you can repay your dues by going and buying the parts to fix this."
"WHAT!"
The cheif laughed ominously.
"Don't worry, you'll be paying with MY hard earned cash!"
"You mean the money you scammed off the gover-"
Slap.
"Shut it, kid! Anyways, you'll be taking the bike and heading to Mac Anu, about three iles away, northwest."
"Tch... Fine. I'll go on your dumb little fetch quest to buy your My Little Ponies, and maybe I'll paint the bike with one or two rainbows."
"Why you little..."
But before the Cheif could smack Donovan, the boy was gone.
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Don, after a "little" trial and error, and coughing up a lot of sand, eventually got the hang of biking. In the pit of his shriveled up little heart, he may have found riding somewhat enjoyable, but after so much crashing and literal burning, Don was in one of the shittiest moods known to man. So shitty, they had to make a new word for it.
"Angerious"
It fit Don quite well at the moment.
The boy began to feel a twinge of despair in his mind. Even though he had been going STRAIGHT northwest, he felt like he was getting lost. And getting lost in the desert usually meant death.
The boy tried to reassure himself. "Alright, Don, just keep it togehter... You'll live, you won't disappear... You won't disappear like Dad did. Just calm your angry tits..." He tried, but all he did was make the pit in his stomach grow larger. Was he going to disappear? Would he just be forgotten? He didn't want to be forgotten... He couldn't stand for going out without doing anything important in his life. Not ever. Though, he knew life was quite the finicky bitch sometimes, and when someone has got to die, someone has got to die. Don just trudged on, despite how nervous he was.
After a few more minutes of driving, he finally saw something out on the horizon.
|-(2EM09_YAMASHITA, Rebuild of Evangelion 2.0 Soundtrack)-|
And there, close to the horizon, basked in the gold light of the sun, was the fortress city Mac Anu. It was a massive structure, with a bronze color. But on top of the bulk, several buildings towered into the air, along with some shorter buildings. Don had only seen cities like this in photos and magazines, so you can imagine just how far his jaw dropped when he saw the structure. He accelerated, every fiber in his being screaming at him to go towards the magnificent structure.
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This is the tale of a man who has yet to realize his full potential.
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Annnnd I am done with the first chapter. Whew, that was a long start up. Chapter 2 is to be posted soon!