Hello. I am Kaslin, self-proclaimed leader of the Dynamic Duo. This is our first fanfic and Marion and I want to try and make it one worth reading. Action! Excitement! Romance! Comedy! Together we will strive to write a good self-insertion involving the two of us. We eagerly will eat up and devise an answer to any and all reviews given to the fic. We both take criticism well and would really appreciate it, as long as it isn't "U SUK LOL DIE!!!!1" or anything along those lines. For the first few chapters we will be jumping back and forth with who writes, but as it progresses we will both be forming together to form Kasrion and write the chapters in unison.
Disclaimer: Kaslin and Marion claim no rights to Naruto, or anything else that is mentioned in this work of fiction beyond the characters of Sean and Brent... You know, because we kinda own ourselves.. All respect is paid towards Masashi Kishimoto, Jump Comics, VIZ Media, Shonen Jump, BANZAI! And Weekly Comic. This is a work of fan-fiction and is not to be used in any way so as to gain material or monetary value.
--Chapter 1: It Must Have Been Something You Said.--
"Hey Nukka, it's your week for snacks," Zac called across the basement. The snack man in question was sitting on the computer learning the fine art of web slinging from an extremely addictive flash game involving a stick figure, two wires and scenery composed of blots made in MSPaint. Open in a browser in the background was a play list of AMV's hosted on Youtube; the current selection being Harder Better Faster Stronger; a Ranma ½ video compromised of Ranma and Ryouga beating the tar out of each other.
After plummeting to his death for the umpteenth time during the 'red minefield of death' our unlikely hero decided to give up for the moment and face that demon some time later on, for Zac was hungry and he could do with a bag of Cheetos himself. "Yeah, hang on. Go see if we can get the Van." Zac, wearing only a pair of heart boxers flew up the basement steps to ask his parents while Sean got off the computer chair and looked around for his hoodie.
Sean was staying with his friends Zac and Anthony. Zac was an almost anorexic looking kid with hair so curly it could easily be mistaken for a bird's nest. He was an extremely charismatic person people just couldn't help but like. It must have been the way he always seemed to be in a good mood and the air of confidence he gave off. Anthony, the older of the two, on the other hand was a fairly stocky guy and had roguish good looks about him. He was a gun-nut, a hippie pacifist, the movie/blockbuster guy and Karate noobie all rolled into one. He was staying with the two of them because of his lack of a driver's license and the proximity of their place and his place of work.
It didn't take him long to find his hoodie lying sprawled out over the futon that was his bed. Sean loved his big black hoodie. He loved it because it was big enough to hide his girth. Now, he wasn't horribly overweight mind you, but he had a gut. Being a martial artist, this irked him to no end because it never seemed to go away. He had just come to assume that he had a low metabolism, but that could have just been him trying to find excuses.
Zac returned from upstairs, sans their ticket to a warm trip to the store. "We're walking."
"Damnit… It's so nippley out." Sean whined slightly as he pulled his shoes on. It had been about twenty below outside with the wind-chill, which was much less than would be considered comfortable with only a hoodie on with a t-shirt underneath.
The pair headed outside after Zac put some pants on. The two joked around while talking about D&D and various martial maneuvers to add to the Davis School of Anything-Goes Martial Arts. One of such techniques involved vehicular manslaughter while the other had something to do with buying a girl dinner. As they were passing by the Great Canadian Dollar Store something caught Zac's eye; a group of two guys were pushing and shoving a girl around, shouting indistinct things that our intrepid duo couldn't quite hear over the distance between them. There weren't any streetlights where they were and the dollar store had closed for the night.
The area wasn't all that well lit, and was boxed on two sides by a seven foot picket fence and the store wall boxed the third side. It was big enough to park three or four cars in and was most likely employee parking.
The pair of thugs didn't look like they were being very friendly to the girl at all, shoving her around violently and shouting what must have been hurtful things at her.
Turning to Zac Sean told him to run to a nearby house and call the cops while he would stay behind and make sure the two guys didn't leave and make sure it didn't get out of hand. It didn't take much convincing before Zac reluctantly ran off as fast as his scrawny chicken legs could carry him while Sean knelt down behind a bench to stay out of sight. Not even a minute had passed when the larger of the two boys delivered a savage uppercut to the girl's stomach, causing her to go down like a sack of bricks, coughing and hacking; obviously crying.
Something napped in Sean. He felt it had to stop this before it went even farther. He stepped out of hiding. "Hey!" he shouted loudly, trying to be as intimidating as he could, which probably wasn't a whole lot. It had the desired effect and both of the men stopped what they were doing and looked at the nineteen-year-old would-be savior.
"What the fuck do you want?" one of the thugs calls out. He is the skinnier of the two and had been doing most of the physical abuse towards the girl, who was now sobbing quietly, curled up beside a pile of her own vomit. The other, slightly taller one was of about above average build and looked like he wasn't scarred of a little tussle.
Sean's legs were shaking with excitement and adrenalin. He stepped forwards, apparently fearless in his movements, but inside he was scared senseless. "Leave her alone!" His voice gave way a little bit, showing a moment of weakness- a big mistake this early in the game.
Skinny's face erupts into a shit-eating grin as he saunters forwards. The big guy follows suit. "It's none of your business. Fuck off before we decide to fuck you over too." Sean had stopped moving forwards, but the thugs had continued their advance, breaking apart so as to flank him a little. Clothing wise both of the young men appeared to be rather well off financially; designer jackets, nice jewelry, but neither of them looked smart enough to afford it.
"Look, I don't want to-" Sean was cut off as a huge right hook slammed into his left cheek from the taller of the two. He reels backwards and staggers to gain his balance. It hurt. It hurt a lot, but the punch lacked any real leverage from the rest of the boy's body. Far form a knockout punch. A bit dazed he surprised himself when he reacted so quickly to the follow up left hook. Bringing both hands up into a boxing stance he deflects the man's wild punch with a strong tap to his wrist, sending the fist crashing into his elbow, a brutal yet effective Muai Thai block.
Knuckles slammed against elbow and there was a loud sound of fingers being popped out of joint and the crack of fingers breaking altogether. The feeling of bone breaking against his skin freaked Sean out a bit, but he couldn't help but get a strange sense of pleasure out of it. The boy's hand was a mangled mess as he yelled out in pain and tried to back off, nursing his fingers. Overcome with a surge of pride and adrenalin he took the attack of opportunity and followed through with a vicious Muai Thai kick to the man's ribs, causing him to go down. With the biggest threat gone he turns to face the skinny guy to give him a piece of his mind. His face hurts and he can feel himself already being a little punch drunk, but he's been kicked in the head harder before, and none of those times did he ever have the amount of adrenalin moving through his body than he did at that moment.
As he turns on the smaller of the two he saw a face tinged with fear and horror as he brought his hand away from Sean's chest and stumbled backwards. Fear he could easily understand considering what he had just done to the other guy, but it was the look of horror that filled him with a bit of confusion. The girl screamed and Sean finally noticed why. A six-inch kitchen knife was protruding from his ribs. It was strange, he couldn't feel the pain, but instead was filled with a surreal feeling. He reached out and grabbed the man's jacket and pulled him close, his arms shaking. He tried to speak but instead coughs, spraying blood from his lips onto the man's face, showering him with bloody freckles.
Sean finally fells to his knees and then finally down onto his side. Skinny dashed off in fear and the bigger guy didn't seem to be going anywhere soon; his ribs were probably broken.
Sean's vision grew a bit hazy. The girl was staring at him horrified, tears running down her cheeks. Sean's hand clutched at his chest as the pain finally begun. It hurts so much. He couldn't believe this was happening to him. Tears clouded his vision as fear of the unknown clouded his mind. He never was religious and death scared him more than he would care to admit. His eyes stayed locked on the girl's eyes as he fought for every breath he took. This was it. He was going to die here on the cold pavement in a pool of his own blood.
Twelve years of martial arts training, all for one single fight. His entire life snuffed out by a single thrust of a knife. His eyes couldn't leave hers. She looked absolutely horrified, but she had stopped crying, staring transfixed at the boy who had fought to protect her and had paid the greatest sacrifice. His face betrayed his thoughts. A look of fear crossed his face as at thoughts of what is to come. His features showed the fear of his death, then a look of hope that the paramedics may be able to save him. A look of absolute sorrow finds his face as he thought about his friends and family. His thoughts drift to the face of a girl he never got to kiss. Never got to hold the way he had always wanted to. He watches as his vision of her flicker and fade into nothingness, because she never really existed.
And then a new look slowly began to adorn his features; acceptance. Stranger still, pride graced his lips as he looked at the girl who sat transfixed by his dying state. He coughed, blood spattering the ground in front of him, his vision blurring. The girl's eyes never did seem to fade from his view. His life wasn't wasted. 'Is this what destiny feels like?' He had finally put his skills to the ultimate test. This is why he had become a martial artist: to protect the weak and the fallen. Tears stained his face.
The girl slowly inched her way forwards on all four as Sean grumbles something. She can't make it out, but feels that she needs to hear it. An overwhelming feeling of importance floods her. The final words of her savior grace her ears in the form of a croaked voice."
A feeling of overwhelming pride and what can only be described as 'one-ness' fills his core. "Don'tchya cry no more..." With those final words passing through his bloodied lips Sean's labored breathing came to an end. He laid his weary head to rest and let the feeling of cold and darkness cover him like a long lost security blanket. His eyes never left the girl, even long after they lost their life. She barely noticed the police arriving on scene, nor did she notice the scrawny kid who knelt at her savior's body, trying to check for life in his lost friend and shouting frantically for him to wake up. This… This stranger had just given his life for her, and had died smiling at her.
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Sean opened his eyes slowly as he groggily regained consciousness to stare at a ceiling with little four pointed star stickers on it and sun shining through a window to his left. The first thoughts to come to his sluggish mind are 'Unfamiliar ceiling…'
End notes:
Ahh, the end of a chapter always feels the sweetest. 2012 words and also strangely enough the year the Mayan calendar ends. A cookie to those that caught the references I put here and there and in the titles. I love references and my chapters will be riddled with them for you to find. If anyone would like to Beta please send me us message and we can get something going because we would really like to have a proofreader or two. This area is also where I will hold reviews for the last chapter I wrote. This is Kaslin signing out. Expect another chapter soon.
-Kaslin
