Disclaimer: If I OWNED Beyond the Beyond, I would've had a remake done…like…an EXTREME remake. If I owned Lunar, I would've turned it into an anime series. Oh yes I would've.

A/N: I see pain in my future.

No, seriously. I mean it. Go up to ANY serious gamer and ask them if they've ever heard of Beyond the Beyond. It's about as old as the Atari. Well, not really, but it's one of those games that never got any recognition. Though, I can't blame it. It was about as bad of a game as Quest 64. But, hey, I LIKED Beyond the Beyond. All right, enough of that.

So, I did a crossover between Lunar and Beyond the Beyond. And I'm about to yak your ears off for the next five minutes about it. I played Lunar and BtB at the same time, and I actually saw some similarities in it, which prompted me to write this. But I'm really wary. Exactly how many people are going to read this? I figure if I give a quick summary of BtB, maybe my chances will stand a little higher. If you're not interested, scroll waaaay the fudge down there to the beginning of the chapter. If you are, I'll give a brief synopsis of the game and then label a quick spoilers section to get you up to speed.

Beyond the Beyond basically deals with a kid named Finn whose father is a knight at his local kingdom, Marion, but lives with his father's friend, Galahad and family. Eventually, Finn, his dragon, Steiner, and the daughter of Galahad visit the castle to find out that a war has broken out in the neighboring country and that the Marion Kingdom has been overrun. Marion's Prince Edward is about to be executed, but with the help of Finn and co., he escapes. Thus begins a quest to try and save Finn's homeland, and, eventually, THE WORLD. (Bum, bum, bum…)

SPOILER SECTION (Where this story comes into play)

Read this if you care. If not, you can read a little more about BtB on the net, namely rpgdreamer(dot)com. Anywho, after Finn and co. save Marion Kingdom, they head to the neighboring country to take out the prime problem—the Emperor. But, as it turns out, the Emperor is being manipulated by a demon and his rogue band. During this time, Finn finds out that his father has been captured. Finn rescues him, only to learn that his father…is NOT his father. Finn's REAL family was a princess in the Marion Kingdom and the other a high ranking knight. A prophecy foretold that they would have a son (Finn) who was known as the "Great Light." The Great Light would save the world from the danger yet to come. They did not want this for Finn, and so they ran away. The king of Marion was worried what would happen if the Great Light's destiny was unfulfilled and sent Finn's surrogate father to find them. There was a battle, an accident which resulted in the deaths of of Finn's mother and father, and, in guilt, Finn's surrogate father took Finn under his wing. Which means that Finn is royalty, of course. Finn's surrogate father is thrown into the underworld and after the final demon boss is defeated, Finn goes to the underworld to rescue his surrogate father.

Man…I chopped that up.

Anyway, I just did all of that because I know I'm in a bad position here and just wanted to enlighten you guys. Please, even if you don't know what BtB is, please give it a chance. There's still lots of Lunar, lol.

…I see pain in my future.

All right, I've got a small chapter for you, but I'll put something more up another day. If you want me to provide a more in-depth story of Beyond the Beyond, PLEASE write me. I'd be happy to catch you up to speed…though I feel like I'm the only one lost in the dark here…oh man…

For The Greater Good

Chapter One

Pass the Whiskey

There were other times that he should've cared more about these kinds of situations. However, for the moment, anything rational conveniently skipped his mind. He had been known as a worrier and a chronic pessimist, but to see Nash Rumack in a place like this, one who was close to him would've known that these were terrible times. The stench of vomit underneath his table didn't seem to appease him, either. After the dreadful coughs had subsided, he wiped his mouth and chose to ignore the mess he had made.

It was pretty empty for a Saturday, leaving him company for three other tables besides his own. A man was gabbing away from across the room, but the magician paid him no mind. Or, at least, tried not to. It was enough to make him ill for a second time, and he doubted that he could walk a straight line, much less clean up a puddle of angry stomach fluids.

A songstress was attempting to make her pay for the day on the stage closest to the counter, lights unevenly outlining her full regalia. She was a tiny woman with too much make-up to boot, and a voice that made Kyle's belching seem like a carefully orchestrated band. But if it wasn't coming from her, then he was far more wasted than he had imagined. He should've skipped this street, walked away from the bar—and he even scolded himself, but temptation was too demanding and he had always been a gullible sort. What had made him give in, he still didn't know.

What was meant to be light tapping came as reckless thrashing, and he held his head in the crooks of his elbows, groaning with the taste of dry vomit still on his tongue as the songstress danced on the stage. Althena forbid that he ever do this again. If anyone found him now, he would just as much deserved it. Then his reputation would be taken into account as well as his role in the reconstruction of his beloved homeland.

The half tankard of ale, blended with Scotch, taunted him from the tabletop, his eyes level with the wood that acted as his unspoken sanctuary, and he prayed that he wouldn't have to get up anytime soon. The sudden headache caught up to him, and the soft groans abruptly hailed down to become deafening moans.

It would serve him right to be found out. Even his little secret couldn't be contained forever. But if someone like Kyle found out, then it would be catastrophic. It would be his own fault, anyway. Drinking solitary was even something that Kyle stayed away from, let alone becoming drunk. He felt the urge for another upheaval as his chest began to burn intensely, and Nash braced himself the best way that he could.

He couldn't do much as he hurled again, receiving glances from other patrons of the bar. Even the host pretended that he couldn't see the magician, and went back to cleaning shot glasses. The poor drunk wasn't going anywhere and there would be plenty of time to clean up the mess. The songstress paused a moment in between lyrics, but carried on after all was over.

He sputtered and again wiped the rest of the contents from his mouth with the help of his sleeve, coughing all the while. That's when he realized the sweat that had discharged all over his face and neck. All in all, the consequences were well deserved. He thought he muttered a slurred curse, tried to stand, but fell like a bag of bricks back onto the table. The tankard of ale tipped, but regained its composure miraculously. The drunk's demeanor would not be forgotten so easily, it told him.

Groaning again, he laid his face against the table and tried to close his eyes. The man from before went about talking again, bringing up words that actually made half sense to Nash. It had to do with something about Meribia, cookies, and the Ausa family. His eye peeked up over the side of his elbow, glazed about as much as a jelly doughnut, and his eyebrow arched just enough to skirt his eyelid.

The pounding headache was greater than before, like a dull sounding gong, and the nausea was rising to his chest again. He wasn't as drunk as before, but he still was capable of adding to the ever-growing mess under the table. Goosebumps formed along his forearms and the ends of his hair stood up on his neck, becoming itchy and uncomfortable. Even the sweat had begun to stick to his skin, making him feel dirtier than the whole fact that he was indubitably drunk.

The man was talking about boobs, now. Mia's boobs to be exact. Something about cup sizes. Nash didn't care. He was drunk, stupid, and crossed. When the intoxicated magician of Vane angrily stumbled over to the man and hurled his fist into the rambler's jaw, it took everything Nash had not to take a terrible tumble in the aftermath.

The man was on his back, crying probably. Through unfocused vision, even a blind man could recognize the helpless mess that was none other than Dross' employer.

"Ramus…?" Nash slurred, body wobbling and eyes half lidded.

Ramus emitted another wail throughout the bar.

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It's something short now, but the next one will be longer and include BtB characters. Please, let me know what you think. …(Don't hurt me…)

Mysterious Loser