Good morning world. This is a fic I wrote when I was eleven, so please, be gentle.
This is a story about Guy, his life, and a VERY unforeseen pairing. R&R!
Prologue: A boy and his blade
Guy's POV
"Aww, isn't he adowaaable? Kuchie Kuchie Koo!" I was only three years old at that moment, but I was felling pretty weird at that moment.
"I know! Wets get him a wittuw bow and awwow!" My mom said, tickling me. My parents were archers, but not me! Even when I was little, I knew the sword was my path. My parents were Selena and Isaac Garchina.
Now to skip ahead, when I as six, I held my first bow. Seriously, I felt like the coolest person in the world when I was aiming at my first target practice with my dad helping me. As I knoched the arrow on the bowstring, my dad said, "Now aim directly at the-"
But I had already let go of the arrow. I couldn't believe what happened next. The arrow ricocheted off a rock, went straight into the air, killed a duck, then fell and stuck into an adult archer's arm.
"AHHH! YOU STUPID LITTLE—" He started saying the same funny words my dad uses when he bets on a racehorse and loses. Then the man fell to the ground.
I scurried over and pulled the arrow out of the man with the duck still on it.
"Yayy!" I shouted, "I got dinner!"
My dad stared at me, and then smiled. He knew the man was only unconscious.
"Mmm…duck." Dad said. I looked at him quizzically.
"I'm not talking about the duck…"
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The next few days, I wasn't allowed near dad's bow. I wondered why. For some reason, I was actually into bows at that time. But that all changed when I was outside one day and wandered off to a field, where I saw a Hero Fighting a Sniper. I saw the the hero totally kick the sniper's butt! The hero charged and knocked the sniper on the ground. When the sniper got up, the hero jumped and slammed his sword on the snipers face. That's all it took. One front row seat to a battle like that and I knew I wanted to follow the path of the blade.
I didn't have time to tell my parents, though, because the hero spotted me.
"You! (Gasp) weren't supposed to… (cough) see…that…"
He started to run toward me. I ran as fast as I could away from him. I would have been a goner if it weren't for Mom. She showed up and shot the hero like he was just standing there! Mom was better than dad at the bow, so I'm glad she was the one to save me.
"Guy Garchina! Come here now!" Mom shouted. So I went home.
Even though it was archery that saved me, I still went out when my parents were asleep to get the hero's sword.
The moment I held it, I was in love. I was cutting things and swinging my new sword all night before I finally cane inside. I actually said "good night" to the sword before hiding it under my bed and going to sleep.
I repeat, this is my first fanfic. I didn't even know about this website when I wrote it on paper. Ill update as often as I can. C ya next time!