Here's chapter two, the first couple of chapters are gonna be Fate being a loser, I promise Sophia, Albel and all the other characters'll be coming later.
Dumb disclaimer; I don't own Star Ocean 3 or any of the characters or places, but this is a Fanfiction, isn't that a given? Anyway I don't own any of these guys…yet. Enjoy this chapter.
Fate couldn't believe his ears or eyes. The telegram he held in his palm had been replayed over five times. His eyes were wide as he played the telegram once again.
"Hi Fate," a small Sophia stood on the telegram, she looked older and graceful, her age made her even more beautiful then before. "I wanted to tell you the good news, Albel and I are getting married. The weddings in a month, so please try to make it. I've missed you a lot, we can catch up. I'm sure Albel will…well just come to Arigliff so we can talk. Everyone else'll be here too. See you then Fate, goodbye." The telegram ended, the small Sophia hologram shrunk back into the base that rested on his palm.
"How could this happen," Fate thought out loud. He sat on the edge of the tub in the kitchen, he fell in a few times, then balanced himself appropriately. He stared at the blank, poorly painted walls.
"That bitch was supposed to wait for me, I didn't want her to know about this, she'd kill me if she knew I was living here. what can I do now…I've got it!" he got up and ran out of his apartment, stupidly leaving the door open. As he left, a teenage boy crept into his home. The boy smirked.
"This stuff'll give me a lot of dough at a inter-galactical swap meat," he said as he picked up Fate's computer. "Yup, this stuff'll be fine."
Fate ran to the Rent-a-Center down the street.
"I gotta get a comlink," he thought out loud. "I have to talk to Cliff, he'll know what to do. Why did I have to give my comlink to that bitch Nell." He swung the door to the Rent-a-Center open.
The store was filled with electronic devices. The walls were filled with comlinks, Vr projectors, DVD players and many other devices. The shelves made the store like a maze, filled with laptops, DVD players, stereos and speakers. The store was built to get people trapped within it. Fate finally made his way to the front counter.
"How much is it to rent a COM link." He asked.
"A COM link sir?"
"Yeah a COM link, did I frickin' stutter bitch? I need a COM link so how much is it!?"
"Calm down sir," the clerk said mockingly. "The cheapest COM link is 74 ful, but those won't do you much good unless you use it here. Those ones have to be near the router or else they'll get a bad feed."
"74 ful, I don't make that much in a month, useless!" Fate ran out of the store and into the street. He ran like a chicken with its head cut off, the clerk looked out at him disgusted.
"Bastard, you're useless I'm not useless. What kind of moron doesn't have 74 ful, bum." The clerk turned his back and started dusting the shelf behind him.
Fate ran through the streets, stopping anyone that was outside that day.
"Do you have a COM link I can borrow?" he asked a teenage girl.
"Get away from me nerd!" she exclaimed, she clasped the arm of her boyfriend who punched one balled hand into his open palm.
"Get away from my girl foo!" he punched Fate in the nose, Fate fell to the ground crying, blood dripping down his chin. The girl stuck her tongue out at him as they walked away.
After twenty minutes of crying, Fate stood up and wiped his nose on his sleeve.
"Just a bloody nose," he said sniffling. "I can manage." He spotted another woman, a bit older then the last girl and approached her carefully.
"Excuse me ma'am." He said cautiously, the woman glared at him.
"I'm 30 years old, I'm not a ma'am!" she swung her purse at his chest, Fate fell to the ground crying once again, the woman sneered and walked off.
Another twenty minutes later Fate stood up and wiped off his chest.
"Just a bruise, nothing to worry about." He spotted an elderly man, at least 70, his wrinkles made him look like a pug and his gray hair was sandy and short. He moseyed along the sidewalk, tredding the street with his walker. This guy can't say no. Fate thought, Hopefully he has a COM link.
Fate approached the man slowly.
"Excuse me sir," he said politely.
"What is it young man, want to help me cross the street?"
"Of course." Fate walked the man to the curve and crossed him across the street. The man patted him on the back when they got to the other side of the street.
"Thank you sonny, is there anything I can do for ya?"
"Uh, yes sir. I was wondering if you had a COM link I can borrow."
"COM link?" the man answered, confusion in his voice. "Oh, you mean the husafuzz my grandson gave me?"
"…" Fate didn't answer. The man pulled out a small, pocket size device no bigger then his palm. It was ringing uncontrollably.
"Ya'll can have it, it won't shut up. Thanks again sunny, hope we cross paths again."
"I do too sir, thank you." Fate waited for the man to walk out of earshot. He answered the COM link.
"Grandpa, Grandpa can you hear me, where are you Gramps you've been gone for a month." A young man asked, not noticing Fate holding his Grandfather's COM link.
"This doesn't belong to you're Grandpa anymore fucker!" he slammed the disconnect button on the COM link and snickered.
"Now finally, I can call Cliff."
There's Chapter two. Yes I know, Fate's a jerk, but that's what makes it funny. If you can't stand all the cussing, then don't read on. Fate will get worse and worse as the story progresses.