Chapter One: City Love Café
Adrian West was a talented, yet undiscovered writer. He wrote about the world that he saw before him and everything magical thing about it. He loved Gaea, but in all honesty, he hated many of the inhabitants. Most were rude, ungrateful and most definitely distasteful people. They didn't realize what they had before them, a free land, beautiful country and of course, life. He loved life and he tried his best to live it to the fullest. He never gave up hope on anything and wished to live a great life, with riches and much beauty to the world around him.
Though there was one problem Adrian always dreaded to realize about in his fantasy world: money. He hated money, though he knew he needed it. He was poor, as any young writer would be, struggling as he did. When walking down the street, he did not appear poor but as a normal resident of Asturia. Little did anyone know, was that Adrian was just as penniless as the fellow begging for money on the street was. But somehow Adrian managed to pull it off; it even amazed himself.
He lived in an apartment above a vulgar, boisterous restaurant. It was so loud sometimes that it was hard to sleep. Then again, it wasn't much of a restaurant too. It was the "The Red Light District" of Asturia, though Adrian had nothing to do with the concubines, though they did try a many time to detach his chastity. Adrian still felt that chastity was really all he had left. Though he only stayed there for it was the only place to live, in other words, a good friend of his owed him a favor. That friend actually happened to be the owner of the raunchy restaurant.
No pride, no dignity nor any self-esteem was left in Adrian. He felt that living where he was, being flat broke, receiving a large amount of writers block and the nightmares that took over his dreams every night didn't help his self-esteem at all. He felt depressed at times, though he knew that things could only get better for him. Everyday he wished for the time of which he didn't have to worry about money or what he would need from it. From attaining a small cabin in the forest, where he'd be left in his distinguished solitude to writing many great classics that from generations on would read and enjoy. Adrian had big dreams and aspirations, and he was so willing to do anything for them to come true. Adrian West would hopefully get his dream to come true.
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Several years went by, as the Great Destiny War was over and done with. All previous paperwork between countries was burned, especially the papers involving Zaibach, and new treaties were signed to ensure the peace within Gaea. Everything in Gaea was pleasant, atleast among the nobles that is. There were no wars to be heard of, the only battles were against disease, whores, drugs and abusive men. It was basically back to normal among the common man, but many nobles felt that they should start to stop all of the problems among villages and small cities for they would surely leak into the castles and manors in no time.
But for some, those problems didn't really matter for they were happy just to move on with life and live in peace. King Van for example, was out of his debt with Dryden Fassa, and he was ready to celebrate. So, Dryden decided he would take the King and Allen Shezar on a night out in the beautiful city of Asturia. Little did Van know, was that he happened to be taking him to a very lewd restaurant.
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"Dryden, where exactly are we going?" Van asked in confusion.
"Listen Van, you shouldn't worry about where we're going. We're here to celebrate! No more worries Van, no more worries! So just enjoy tonight, forget about the aftermath for once, OK?" stated Dryden.
Van wasn't exactly sure of what to do. He had never really been out with "the guys" before, so he was unsure of what they really do. Van spent most of his time in training rooms, working on his combat tactics, or daydreaming about Hitomi and what she might be doing. Either way, he never let himself really have any fun. And Dryden was well aware of that.
Dryden led his friends down the alleyways of the "Red Light District" though Van was unsure of what was really going on. He saw all of these women dressed in absurd costumes and the flirting was considerably all over the place. Van saw things he wished he had never seen, though in a way, it didn't bother him so much as it would have a few years ago. In fact, Van was finally growing up.
"My friends, welcome to the "CITY LOVE CAFÉ". I come here often, you know, for a few kicks. Though, I am not bragging about it or anything, but the women in this restaurant are extremely alluring."
"No offence Dryden, but I don't exactly enjoy how these women sell their bodies for one-night stands. I would kill myself if I ever found my sister lurking about this alleyway," explained Allen.
"Well, don't take this the wrong way Allen, but I think you're a little too over-protective of your sister. Maybe you should let her breathe a little?" suggested Van.
Allen seemed a little shocked at Van's statement. He then began to wonder what exactly was going through Van's mind as he pushed open the door to the "CITY LOVE CAFÉ". Allen couldn't help but notice Van's mouth drop as he took a look around the restaurant.
The "CITY LOVE CAFÉ" was full of women in costumes that everyone one of them seemed to evolve around a corset. (Many men wondered how a woman could even fit into those). The café was full of smoke and the strong scent of alcohol. Not only that, but very noisy. It was hard to hear over all of the laughter and yelling. Men were playing poker; others were just enjoying whoever sat on their lap. None the less, Allen was appalled by everything. He was about to leave when a young man burst into the door, he looked quite angry.
"Sharon! Where are you?"
"Over here sweetie!" giggled a girl in a blue skirt, yet she wore a white corset.
The young boy wore a white necktie, long sleeved shirt, with a few buttons from the collar unhooked. He wore a black vest over that, though he didn't seem as though he was a nobleman or rich in any way. He wore blue, semi-dirty jeans with brown hiking boots. His hair was blonde and short, and it was most definitely rugged, though all it really needed was a quick brushing to make him look quite handsome. The boy's face was lightly tanned, though he wasn't entirely pale. However, he did seem slightly ill for he was breathing quite heavily and his sweat covered his face as though it had been raining. Allen quickly grabbed the boy by his shoulders and started interrogating him.
"Are you alright, boy? You seem ill."
"I'm fine, I was just running. Excuse me sir," replied the boy.
"I'm not finished speaking with you, boy! What is your name?" questioned Allen.
"You may not be finished speaking with me, but I am finished speaking with you."
The boy broke from Allen's grip and ran over to the woman who was sitting on another man's lap. The boy was quite angry and did not seem to have even the slightest clue that a very large man held the girl on top of him. Things did not look so good from Allen's point of view.
"Give me back my notebook!" he yelled.
"Why should I? You left it here."
"YEAH, IN MY ROOM!"
"Oh don't get your knickers in a twist. I have it right here, its fine!" she pulled it out from underneath her skirt,"how bad do you want it?"
"What did I do to you?" he sighed.
"More like what you didn't do to me honey," she winked.
The boy blushed suddenly, but quickly grabbed the book from her. She didn't seem to care, but the boy felt a little loss of the win. For it didn't look as though there was really a loser.
"Then I shall go and . and leave you be in your uh . let you carry on with your personal business." reminded the boy.
The girl, Sharon, just laughed at him as he started walking towards the door again. Dryden couldn't help but laugh as well, though Van just stood there unsure of what to do in this situation. Allen on the other hand grabbed the boy again, this time by the arm.
"Don't be rude to your superiors boy! Tell me your name!"
"My name is Adrian. Who wants to know?"
"Sir Allen Shezar."
"Well, its amazing that a noble would actually come here. I promise I won't tell anyone," Adrian spoke sarcastically which irritated Allen.
With that, the boy opened the door and left, running down the alleyway and onto the main street. Allen watched the boy like a hawk.
"Allen, why did you hassle the boy like that?" Dryden asked, confused.
"I don't know . he just seemed a little familiar, that is all."
"I suppose he did . I think I've seen him before too. Oh well, must be another face in the crowd that just sort of well . easy to recognize," assured Van.
"Forget about the boy! Let's go and have a good time!" _______________________________________________________________________
Author's Notes:
Ok so what do you think of it people? I'm not sure if I should carry on or anything, but you know, that's up to you. So the more reviews the better so I have some hope that atleast one person read it. Umm . most of you probably have read my other fics such as "She Smiles Like an Angel", "In Your Eyes" or "The Crow: Seek All Those Who Kill" well . sorry if you liked those stories, but I think they were crap. Anyways, I have had a dry spell with writing stories in the past 10 months and I'm hoping I came out of that, but you guys have to tell me if this is good or bad. I don't mind flames, because those are reviews, and reviews are people's opinions. Anyways, please REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW and tell me what you think. Thanks ~Neon
Adrian West was a talented, yet undiscovered writer. He wrote about the world that he saw before him and everything magical thing about it. He loved Gaea, but in all honesty, he hated many of the inhabitants. Most were rude, ungrateful and most definitely distasteful people. They didn't realize what they had before them, a free land, beautiful country and of course, life. He loved life and he tried his best to live it to the fullest. He never gave up hope on anything and wished to live a great life, with riches and much beauty to the world around him.
Though there was one problem Adrian always dreaded to realize about in his fantasy world: money. He hated money, though he knew he needed it. He was poor, as any young writer would be, struggling as he did. When walking down the street, he did not appear poor but as a normal resident of Asturia. Little did anyone know, was that Adrian was just as penniless as the fellow begging for money on the street was. But somehow Adrian managed to pull it off; it even amazed himself.
He lived in an apartment above a vulgar, boisterous restaurant. It was so loud sometimes that it was hard to sleep. Then again, it wasn't much of a restaurant too. It was the "The Red Light District" of Asturia, though Adrian had nothing to do with the concubines, though they did try a many time to detach his chastity. Adrian still felt that chastity was really all he had left. Though he only stayed there for it was the only place to live, in other words, a good friend of his owed him a favor. That friend actually happened to be the owner of the raunchy restaurant.
No pride, no dignity nor any self-esteem was left in Adrian. He felt that living where he was, being flat broke, receiving a large amount of writers block and the nightmares that took over his dreams every night didn't help his self-esteem at all. He felt depressed at times, though he knew that things could only get better for him. Everyday he wished for the time of which he didn't have to worry about money or what he would need from it. From attaining a small cabin in the forest, where he'd be left in his distinguished solitude to writing many great classics that from generations on would read and enjoy. Adrian had big dreams and aspirations, and he was so willing to do anything for them to come true. Adrian West would hopefully get his dream to come true.
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Several years went by, as the Great Destiny War was over and done with. All previous paperwork between countries was burned, especially the papers involving Zaibach, and new treaties were signed to ensure the peace within Gaea. Everything in Gaea was pleasant, atleast among the nobles that is. There were no wars to be heard of, the only battles were against disease, whores, drugs and abusive men. It was basically back to normal among the common man, but many nobles felt that they should start to stop all of the problems among villages and small cities for they would surely leak into the castles and manors in no time.
But for some, those problems didn't really matter for they were happy just to move on with life and live in peace. King Van for example, was out of his debt with Dryden Fassa, and he was ready to celebrate. So, Dryden decided he would take the King and Allen Shezar on a night out in the beautiful city of Asturia. Little did Van know, was that he happened to be taking him to a very lewd restaurant.
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"Dryden, where exactly are we going?" Van asked in confusion.
"Listen Van, you shouldn't worry about where we're going. We're here to celebrate! No more worries Van, no more worries! So just enjoy tonight, forget about the aftermath for once, OK?" stated Dryden.
Van wasn't exactly sure of what to do. He had never really been out with "the guys" before, so he was unsure of what they really do. Van spent most of his time in training rooms, working on his combat tactics, or daydreaming about Hitomi and what she might be doing. Either way, he never let himself really have any fun. And Dryden was well aware of that.
Dryden led his friends down the alleyways of the "Red Light District" though Van was unsure of what was really going on. He saw all of these women dressed in absurd costumes and the flirting was considerably all over the place. Van saw things he wished he had never seen, though in a way, it didn't bother him so much as it would have a few years ago. In fact, Van was finally growing up.
"My friends, welcome to the "CITY LOVE CAFÉ". I come here often, you know, for a few kicks. Though, I am not bragging about it or anything, but the women in this restaurant are extremely alluring."
"No offence Dryden, but I don't exactly enjoy how these women sell their bodies for one-night stands. I would kill myself if I ever found my sister lurking about this alleyway," explained Allen.
"Well, don't take this the wrong way Allen, but I think you're a little too over-protective of your sister. Maybe you should let her breathe a little?" suggested Van.
Allen seemed a little shocked at Van's statement. He then began to wonder what exactly was going through Van's mind as he pushed open the door to the "CITY LOVE CAFÉ". Allen couldn't help but notice Van's mouth drop as he took a look around the restaurant.
The "CITY LOVE CAFÉ" was full of women in costumes that everyone one of them seemed to evolve around a corset. (Many men wondered how a woman could even fit into those). The café was full of smoke and the strong scent of alcohol. Not only that, but very noisy. It was hard to hear over all of the laughter and yelling. Men were playing poker; others were just enjoying whoever sat on their lap. None the less, Allen was appalled by everything. He was about to leave when a young man burst into the door, he looked quite angry.
"Sharon! Where are you?"
"Over here sweetie!" giggled a girl in a blue skirt, yet she wore a white corset.
The young boy wore a white necktie, long sleeved shirt, with a few buttons from the collar unhooked. He wore a black vest over that, though he didn't seem as though he was a nobleman or rich in any way. He wore blue, semi-dirty jeans with brown hiking boots. His hair was blonde and short, and it was most definitely rugged, though all it really needed was a quick brushing to make him look quite handsome. The boy's face was lightly tanned, though he wasn't entirely pale. However, he did seem slightly ill for he was breathing quite heavily and his sweat covered his face as though it had been raining. Allen quickly grabbed the boy by his shoulders and started interrogating him.
"Are you alright, boy? You seem ill."
"I'm fine, I was just running. Excuse me sir," replied the boy.
"I'm not finished speaking with you, boy! What is your name?" questioned Allen.
"You may not be finished speaking with me, but I am finished speaking with you."
The boy broke from Allen's grip and ran over to the woman who was sitting on another man's lap. The boy was quite angry and did not seem to have even the slightest clue that a very large man held the girl on top of him. Things did not look so good from Allen's point of view.
"Give me back my notebook!" he yelled.
"Why should I? You left it here."
"YEAH, IN MY ROOM!"
"Oh don't get your knickers in a twist. I have it right here, its fine!" she pulled it out from underneath her skirt,"how bad do you want it?"
"What did I do to you?" he sighed.
"More like what you didn't do to me honey," she winked.
The boy blushed suddenly, but quickly grabbed the book from her. She didn't seem to care, but the boy felt a little loss of the win. For it didn't look as though there was really a loser.
"Then I shall go and . and leave you be in your uh . let you carry on with your personal business." reminded the boy.
The girl, Sharon, just laughed at him as he started walking towards the door again. Dryden couldn't help but laugh as well, though Van just stood there unsure of what to do in this situation. Allen on the other hand grabbed the boy again, this time by the arm.
"Don't be rude to your superiors boy! Tell me your name!"
"My name is Adrian. Who wants to know?"
"Sir Allen Shezar."
"Well, its amazing that a noble would actually come here. I promise I won't tell anyone," Adrian spoke sarcastically which irritated Allen.
With that, the boy opened the door and left, running down the alleyway and onto the main street. Allen watched the boy like a hawk.
"Allen, why did you hassle the boy like that?" Dryden asked, confused.
"I don't know . he just seemed a little familiar, that is all."
"I suppose he did . I think I've seen him before too. Oh well, must be another face in the crowd that just sort of well . easy to recognize," assured Van.
"Forget about the boy! Let's go and have a good time!" _______________________________________________________________________
Author's Notes:
Ok so what do you think of it people? I'm not sure if I should carry on or anything, but you know, that's up to you. So the more reviews the better so I have some hope that atleast one person read it. Umm . most of you probably have read my other fics such as "She Smiles Like an Angel", "In Your Eyes" or "The Crow: Seek All Those Who Kill" well . sorry if you liked those stories, but I think they were crap. Anyways, I have had a dry spell with writing stories in the past 10 months and I'm hoping I came out of that, but you guys have to tell me if this is good or bad. I don't mind flames, because those are reviews, and reviews are people's opinions. Anyways, please REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW and tell me what you think. Thanks ~Neon