Hiya people out there! This is my first fanfic (and it isn't even in my original language) so please see the bright side to it and review to let me know if I should keep writing!

Here we go…

Uh yah I forgot; this is a Shounen-ai fic so if U don't like this kinda stuff…read it anyway to make me feel better

Disclaimer:I do not owe anything...well...I owe Ryan(myself)and this story but noting more

Pairing:

ZellxRyan

SquallxRinoa

SelphiexIrvine

Not really involved...theyre just couple.

Eternal Portals

Chapter 1: A legend begins

"YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!" I screamed at 10.00 am just as I woke up.

"YAAAAAAAAAAA… ough! Why did you do that, you imbecile?" I screamed to my brother as I grabbed the pillow that he threw me.

"When I need a screaming alarm I'll call you, but now it isn't one of those times, SO SHUT THE FUCK UP!" he replied sleepily. "By the way; happy birthday Ryan, but don't start with the…"

"YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!" I interrupted him. I knew he was going to beat me up when he awoke but it was my friggin' birthday. I was finally 15!

It was January. In Argentina it was summer vacations so I went to the club to the pool. Besides, all my friends wanted to give me a "surprise" party. I was kinda sad, like I am for all of my birthdays. As always my dad told me that he would come to visit me; a thing that doesn't happen because he works in Tucuman (a town in Argentina. I live in Mendoza which is kinda far away) and a lot of my friends went on vacations. I was happy that my two best friends were there though. I really don't know what I would do without Jules and Em.

"Happy birthday Ryan!" they said cheerfully. "Hope you like this," Em said as she gave me a package.

"WOW! This is SO COOL! Thanks Em!" I told her as I kissed her on the cheek. She gave me a new swimming suit. "I love swimming."

"Well, I hope you like this the same," Jules said as she gave me a little box.

"NO WAY! HOW DID YOU? WHEN DID YOU? WHERE?" I was amazed. She gave me a big, large, silver chain with a rood inverse (anyone that has played Vagrant Story should know what it is).

"Tee-hee. I saw all your drawings on your school notebooks saying "Rood Inverse" and I thought you would like one well drawn."

"Thanks for everything guys, but I gotta go now. I have to work," I said.

"How sweet; you still think that being a singer in a gay bar is a job," Jules told me in a way that said she didn't approve.

"FIRST OF ALL!" I started, annoyed. "My ex-boyfriend got me that JOB, second of all, not only gay people go to that bar, AND third of all I really like singin'…SO WHAT!"

"Jules, he's got the same temper as you do," Em said as a subtle warning.

"Yah; that's why I like him. Okay you got to go now right? It's getting late."

"Uh; yah. Bye guys," I interrupted her as I went running to the exit.

Heh. I think this is the part when I introduce myself. I was so excited with my birthday and the rood thing and all that I forgot. My name is Ryan Crescent and NOW I'm 15 years old. Everybody says I look older and act even older than that. I'm a mature, funny, moody, intelligent person. Sometimes I get kinda depressed (I'd say almost always.) I have long brown hair (a little bit under my shoulders) and dark brown eyes. I'm tall; about 1.82 meters (that's about 5'10''. I don't really know so if somebody knows please tell me). Well, that's all you need to know so I'll shut up and keep on with the story.)

Before going to work I needed to go to my home to take a shower and change my clothes, so I went there, took a shower and I put my green jean knee-length pants, the chain that Jules just gave me and a dark green t-shirt. Then I stared at a wall on my room. There was something that didn't fit. It was like a cut in the air and when I touched it it waved like water.

"What should I do? OH what the fuck. I don't loose anything trying it right?" I said and then I jumped into the window-like thing. It felt like diving into water but drier and when I touched the floor again I was in a room really different from mine. It had a punching bag next to the bed and three rifles nailed to the wall.

"Where am I?" I wondered out loud to myself. "OOOOOOIIIIIIII! IS THERE ANYBODY HERE?" I shouted as loud I could.

"What the fuck!" I heard from behind me. When I turned there was a door opening that I hadn't seen before. From the door came an explosion of steam and from that steam came a young blonde boy with blue eyes, about 1.70 tall, wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. He was kinda pissed.

"THE HELL ARE YOU? WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN MY ROOM?" the blonde shouted.

"Well…HI! I'm Ryan. Nice to meet ya," I said in a sarcastic way. "I was in MY room and then I saw this window portal thing so I jumped into it and it brought me here." It sounded really stupid out loud.

"YAAH SUURE! And I am a dancing "wendigo"!" he said sarcastically. I didn't really understand what he said.

"Come again? What the fuck is a "wen"…whatever?" I asked aggressively.

"Huh?" he asked as he widened his blue eyes. "You really don't know what a "wendigo" is do you?" he said, surprised.

"Not at all. Is it food? 'Coz I'm really hungry," I said with a smile.

"No; they're monsters, but you can cook them. I don't think they taste good," he replied with a smile too.

"Wait; what do you mean by "monster"? You mean like in a fairy tale right!" I asked unhappily (who wouldn't be unhappy if you knew that there were monsters around you.)

"No! I mean MONSTER like a butt-ugly-friggin'-creature-like thing, but wendigos are especially butt-ugly," he explained. "If you don't know what a monster is you must be from another world. Besides, that explains your funny clothes," he added, lifting an eye brow with a grin.

Then I looked at myself. My clothes had changed. I wasn't wearing knee-length pants and a t-shirt anymore. I was now wearing olive green cargo pants covered in pockets of all shapes and sizes and a dark green t-shirt on top of a white long sleeved shirt, the only thing that haven't changed was the Rood chain in my pants.

"HEY! My clothes might be funny, but at least I'm dressed!" I said, pointing to the towel around his waist. When he looked where I was pointing he looked immediately to me again and blushed.

"Hum…I think you won this point," he said with a scowl. "Lemme get dressed and then we'll talk ok?"

"Ok," I said happily, "but remember, in our first battle…I WON! YEEEEEEEEESSSSAAAA!" I celebrated and started to dance stupidly.

A few minutes later he finished getting dressed. He put on some jeans, a black t-shirt, a red vest and some cool leather gloves. I hadn't noticed the tattoo he had in the left side of his face before. It was really cool.

"Sorry about what happened before. I'm kinda overprotective about my room," he explained. "My name is Zell Dincht. I'm a SeeD from Balamb Garden."

"A seed?" I said, confused. "OH! So you're going to bloom into a margarita! No wait…you look more like a sunflower," I said as I started to laugh.

"Ha ha, very funny. Not a flower seed, a SeeD; special forces trained to defeat the sorceresses."

"Oh, wait! Sorceresses? So they can use magic right? And what's that Balamb Garden thing you mentioned?" I asked, really confused. I was more confused than I was at school (well…I usually sleep at school so that wasn't very hard.)

"Yeah, sorceresses use magic, and everyone in the Garden can use magic too. That's one of the classes there, and Gardens are "schools" that train SeeDs and Balamb is this country," he told me like he would if he was explaining something extremely simple to a very complicated person.

"Oh! Now I get it, but there is still a problem. I can't see the portal back to my room, and I think that if my mom finds out that I'm not there she is capable to call the army, policemen and firemen to search for me."

"Hum, I don't know what to do about that," he apologized. "But my friend Quistis might!" he said suddenly, scaring me.

"Really! Well, where is he or she. Let's go ask her!"

"SHE is in the Garden. We can go there. It's nearby but there are monsters on the way there."

"Oh, that's no problem. You'll protect me right?" I asked, lifting an eye brow.

"Hmpf. Now I have to be a babysitter…great," he joked. "C'mon; let's sleep and tomorrow morning we'll go to the Garden, ok?" he proposed.

"Fine by me," I said indifferently.

AN: WEEELL! How about that? Did you like it? Please review with good comments, assurances and opinions. If they're bad leave them for yourselves! JUST KIDDING! Give me the bad things too…like my friend should say… "A writer should always appreciate constructive criticism; it's one of the best ways to becoming a better writer!"(Tanta you're the best luv ya!) Okays! Now I'm leaving BYEEEES! And don't forget, Revieeeew!