Matarra: Hiyas! Just a note, although there may SEEM to be a lot of OCs in this story at first but there are really very few. You'll get what I mean as you read on. Also this is assuming Shark and Rio stay barians post-series. We don't know if they do in the actual anime yet.
Misael: I can't believe what you are planning to do to me in this story. It's so humiliating!
Vector: Awwwww. Come on, Misa~ It is so hilarious! To me anyway. *evil snicker*
Matarra: Yeah, Misael. Get off your high horse.
Misael: What you're planning to have me do is so embarrassing that any sane person would refuse to ever go along with it.
Matarra: Then apparently you're not sane. And it won't happen for another chapter or two so go find a river, build a bridge and GET OVER IT.
Dumon: *sighs* Matarra doesn't own Yu-gi-oh Zexal.
Lance slowly walked to school alone. His sister, Jenny, was walking with her girly friends talking about clothes, make-up, who's popular, and etc. It made him want to gag. He could still remember what his sister was like before she became a girly-girl brat four years ago. She used to be into every sport and excelled at all of them. She played video games with him, discussed the books they read, and when they were very young played pretend together. They both had an obsession with aliens and would pretend they were aliens from outer space sent to earth by some evil enemy of their home planet. But those were just dreams... He sighed and combed a hand through his purple hair. As he pushed open the double doors to his school, he wished something would happen to get him away from this monotonous life he led.
"Hey! It's purple-hair! He's so girly, he was born with purple hair!" A kid taunted. Lance put his head in one hand and sighed. Well, almost monotonous. That may have been one of the stupidest insult that he had ever heard, but it still hurt. He heard that not all schools were like this, but here you were either cool or not. If you fell into the not category, you were teased for the stupidest things. Your hair, your clothes, your family, your sister being a stuck-up "cool girl" with friends who were brainwashed sissies- Lance cleared his head of the negative thoughts about Jenny. If anything, he should be feeling sorry for her. The girl she used to be would've been horrified at the friends she had now, what she liked, and how she treated people. Lance removed his hand from his head and sighed. This whole place was stupid.
"Hey, James! What cha readin'?" Lance glanced in the library at two kids sitting at a table. One was James, a notorious bookworm. He was hardly ever seen without his nose in a book or deep in his schoolwork. The other boy was Ron who was, in all truth, kinda creepy. He and James were pushed together as best friends since neither one had anyone else as a friend. Like him, Lance realized with a shock. He was always a loner and nobody liked him. Maybe, he could become friends with the two boys? He snorted at the thought but he still wanted to talk with the two kids for a reason he couldn't explain. So he lingered by the door and watched them.
"I'm reading a science fiction book about good aliens and humans working together to fight off an evil alien overlord." James responded without looking up.
"Neat. I like aliens too." Ron grinned and laughed less than sanely.
James glanced up. Apparently he was used to Ron's laughter. "I never took you for an alien fanatic."
"Guess you don't know everything do you, Jay?" Ron giggled.
"I never said I did. Also, don't call me that." James replied.
"You two like aliens also?" Lance walked slowly up to the two boys. They jumped up, startled.
"Not your business, fish-boy." Ron scowled.
"RON! He's being nice. You're Lance, right? Jenny's older brother?" James asked.
Lance nodded. "Yeah, although we don't see eye to eye anymore. She used to be into video games and sports other than cheer leading but she got in with those divas and-" he made an explosion motion with his hands.
James winced. "Sorry about that. Some day she'll be back to how she used to be, don't worry."
Lance nodded. James made it sound like a prophecy and that gave him hope. "Thanks. I hope she does."
"Hey random question, but can we skip today? I'm not in the mood for getting ridiculed." Ron said while sprawled out on the table.
"I don't like you much, but I'm up for that." Lance replied.
James bit his lip. "Oh, fine!" he cried, exasperated. "But I don't like missing our classes. My mom's already mad at me for ditching on the day of my geometry quiz."
"But you got to visit the library instead~" Ron sang he put his arms around Lance and James and pulled them out the door where the three took off running.
"By the way," Lance asked Ron, "why did you call me fish-boy? I never heard that one before."
"Dunno. Sounded right I guess." Ron replied. He turned his head and abruptly stopped, causing the other two to run into him.
"Ouch! What was that for?" James complained as he readjusted his glasses.
"Either of you play duel monsters?" When James and Lance nodded, he continued. "Well then, look at those!" Ron pointed to seven cards lying in a ditch. "Jackpot!"
"Cool! Let's see what they are." Lance agreed and motioned for the other two to follow him. The three boys slid down the ditch and each picked up a card.
"These are all the same card~" Ron whined.
"They look pretty powerful." Lance commented.
But James frowned. "I've never heard of this card. 'Rank-Up Magic: Barian's Force?' What does it-" he fell to the ground clutching his head and gasping.
"James! What-" Ron started before he too fell to the ground with his head in his hands. Lance had moved to help his classmates when he experienced a powerful sensation pounding in his head. It wasn't necessarily painful, but it didn't feel good either. It was like someone was pumping electricity into his brain. Images flashed before his eyes. It must've been less than a minute but it felt like hours. Lance raised his head and clutched a necklace around his neck that hadn't been there a minute ago. He looked at Ron and James who were sitting up and blinking. But he didn't register them as Ron and James anymore. Just like he didn't answer to Lance anymore.
"N-Nasch? Vector?" James asked.
Lance, or rather Nasch, nodded. "Yeah, Dumon. Looks like we lost our memories again and our human forms became babies."
Ron, or Vector, snickered. "You mean YOU lost YOUR memories and fell to earth as a baby again. This hasn't happened to us until now."
"And who's fault was it that it happened to Merag and me in the first place?!" Nasch countered.
James/Dumon looked like he was hit with a shovel. "Merag... you mean Jenny as she's called now?!"
Nasch looked startled. "Oh crap... We better go return her memories."
Vector smirked. "Easier said than done. She's surrounded by little princess girly-girls over-doing it on the make-up and perfume."
"I got an idea, but I hate to trick Merag-sama." Dumon said hesitantly.
Nasch waved it away. "Don't worry. When she gets her memories back she won't be mad. She'll probably thank us. What's your idea?"
…...
"Hey! M-Jenny!" Jenny turned to see her annoying older twin running towards her.
"Ugh. What do YOU want, tentacle-head?" she snorted while her friends giggled.
Lance looked piteous. "Well, I was feeling sorry for buying you that Starwars DVD for your birthday that you didn't like, so I wanted to get you a make-up present that I KNOW you'll like."
Jenny paused. "Well, let me see it." she commanded.
Lance shook his head. "I don't have it with me. You'll have to come with me so I can show it to you. Without your friends because I just want it to be the two of us."
Jenny scoffed. "Fine but it better be something I'll LOVE."
Lance smiled. "Trust me. You'll be ecstatic." he grabbed her hand and pulled her along behind him. He only slowed down once they reached the drug store.
Jenny stared. "My present is from THERE?!" she cried.
"No, I just need to get something for you that you'll be wanting very soon. Wait right here." Lance darted inside. He was back two minutes later with a can of pepper spray.
"Why would I want that?" Jenny asked. Lance slowly smiled.
"Trust me. You will." he pulled her along even faster now ignoring her complaints about getting dirt on her shoes. He pulled her down the ditch and they both tumbled down to the bottom where Vector and Dumon were waiting.
"Ugh! This had better be worth it, although I'm doubting it now. Maybe I should use the pepper spray on YOU, Lance." Jenny spat.
"Don't worry, there is someone else here you will rather spray in a second." Lance smirked. "And here, is your gift." he picked up a card from the ground and handed it to her.
"A duel monster's card? Why would I even remotely care about a-" Jenny gasped and fell to the ground clutching her head. Dumon and Lance/Nasch crouched down beside her. She eventually calmed down and rose her head. "Nasch? Dumon? Vector?" she asked.
"Yes, Merag. We remember everything, and so do you now." Nasch smiled.
Jenny/Merag started to cry. "I'm-I'm so sorry. I acted like a total bi-"
Dumon rubbed her back. "It's okay. You didn't remember who you really were. Nobody will hold it against you. Not even Vector." he said with a pointed glare at the insane barian.
"No, he won't. What do you think the pepper spray's for?" Nasch gave a reassuring smile and handed her the can of pepper spray. Merag tucked it in her pocket. She blinked again and her eyes turned a bright green.
"Nasch... I can sense where our fellow barians are. They are in the cities of Naku, Cante, and Zorron." Merag said before her eyes went back to normal.
"I've heard of those places. We should go after we said goodbye." Nasch said. The others looked at him.
"Goodbye?" Dumon asked.
"To our adoptive families. We're emperors of Barian World. We can't be stuck in a human household with adults monitoring our every move. We have to cut ties." Nasch ordered. Merag and Dumon nodded but looked remorseful. However, Vector was nodded eagerly.
"Great! I don't need anything, because I take it you're not going to allow me to commit murder. I'm ready to go!" Vector cheered like a five-year-old. The others looked at him.
"Vector... what goes on with your adoptive family?" Merag asked cautiously.
"Nothing much. Drunk adoptive parents, abuse. Nothing much." Vector said quickly. Merag gasped and Dumon walked over to comfort Vector.
"I'd like to say karma, but I'm not that cruel." Nasch said. "Now Merag, Dumon, and I will go say goodbye. Vector can kill small woodland creatures." The three barians teleported away leaving Vector to his own devices.
…...
Dumon appeared in front of his house. School was over by now so he wouldn't raise any suspicions about why he was home. He pushed open the door, probably for the last time. He walked slowly inside. His heart fell as he saw a note stuck to the fridge. He pulled it off and read it. 'James,' it went, 'I got an urgent job from a client and I had to leave. I don't know when I'll be home but your father will be back by ten o'clock tonight. Pizza's in the fridge. Love you, Mom.' Dumon held the note for a second before crumpling it up and letting it drop to the floor. His adoptive parents weren't often home, but he had at least hoped someone would be here. He wiped away the tears springing in his eyes and pulled out a piece of notebook paper and started to write. 'Dear Mom and Dad, All this time you didn't tell me I was adopted. I found out today. Why didn't you tell me? I could've handled it. I'm running away, but it has nothing to do with you. You were great parents, but I need to make my own life. You may be a detective and a police officer, but don't look for me. I love you both. Don't worry about me. I'm sorry if my absence causes you pain. Goodbye, James' He couldn't stop a few tears from overflowing and falling onto the page.
"Barian Sekai No Tame Ni." Dumon murmured to strengthen his resolve. He hung the note on the fridge with a magnet and teleported back to Vector leaving only a few red particles in his wake.
…...
Merag and Nasch walked back to the house they had lived in for 14 years. They rang the buzzer for the butler to show them in. The door was soon opened by the family's butler.
"Ah! Mistress Guinevere and Master Lancelot! Come in, your parents are eager, as always, to see you." he escorted the twins inside and into the dining room where their adoptive parents were having happy hour.
"Jenny! Lance. You're home!" their mother smiled and hugged her daughter. "How was school today, sweetheart?"
"It was the best day I've had in a very long time." Merag said sharing a knowing look with Nasch.
"Wonderful!" their mother beamed. She looked at Nasch and gave him a quick hug before inviting the twins to sit down.
"...M-Mom? Dad?" Nasch asked cautiously. They looked up at him in surprise as if realizing he was still here. He was used to it since Jenny, or Merag, was their favorite child.
"Yes, Lance?" his father asked.
Nasch looked at Merag. "Why didn't you tell us we were adopted?"
Their mother looked as if she would faint while their father looked startled. "Where did you hear that?!" he asked.
"We know it's true." Merag said.
Their dad leaned back in his chair. "Yes, it's true. We found you two in the woods one day and brought you home. You were barely two years old at the time."
"That still doesn't answer my question, why didn't you tell us?" Nasch asked.
"We didn't want you to develop abandonment issues." The twins adoptive mother whined, but she was looking at Merag.
"It's cool." Nasch said, "Well, I'm going upstairs for a while."
"Me too. Catch you later." Merag winked with a sweet smile. She and Nasch walked slowly up the steps to their rooms, capturing every inch of the house in their memories. By the time they reached the top of the stairs, tears were beginning to form in Merag's eyes. She turned to Nasch. "Do we really have to do this? We could just tell them the truth."
Nasch gave a bitter smirk. "Yeah, that would be an interesting conversation. "Hey Mom and Dad, guess what? We're seven hundred and fourteen year old alien rulers from another dimension that encountered a problem traveling between dimensions and our human forms became babies without our memories. We remembered everything today and are going to find the other emperors and go back to our rule. Visit during Christmas, love you, bye." Nasch mimicked.
"I guess you're right. I just feel bad to hurt them like this..." Merag trailed off.
"They'll get over it. Who knows? Maybe they'll have or adopt another kid. One who's not an alien." Nasch reassured her. He opened an overlay network and walked through with Merag by his side. They arrived in the roadside ditch with Dumon and Vector waiting patiently although Vector had the mangled bodies of several animals at his feet. Nasch and Merag both a disgusted face. "When I told you that you could kill small animals, I was being sarcastic." Nasch informed Vector.
"I know." Vector smirked.
"Vector, you better toe the line or we won't hesitate to discipline you." Merag warned.
"Which town are we going to first?" Dumon asked in an attempt to prevent a fight.
"Since it doesn't really matter we'll go to Naku first." Nasch decided. Dumon nodded and opened a portal. The four barians jumped through the overlay network and vanished from sight as the portal closed.
Matarra: Well, that was fun.
Misael: Is there any way make you give me a better human life?
Matarra: Nope!
Misael: I'm going to go die of embarrassment.
Matarra: You do that.
Alit: Am I in the next chapter?
Matarra: Probably.
Alit: YES!
Matarra: Jeez, have a sedative. Anyway, R&R! See ya!