Hello everybody! Here's a new chapter to this new story that I'm working on. To be perfectly honest with you all, I hadn't really thought out this story past the first chapter, so I'm really just winging it from this point onward. It's actually a lot harder without a more concrete beginning to work with, but that just makes it all the more challenging, in a good way, for me to write this down.

Anyway, that's all on my little rant about how this story is going on. Let me just warn you if I hadn't done so in the last chapter that I'm right now going through college classes. This means that my stories might not be coming as quickly as it used to because of my school work obviously taking first priority over everything else. Of course, I will always be working on this during my spare time, that is whenever I can get myself some free time.

Before I go ahead and finish this wonderful little author's note, I'll respond to the first and currently only reviewer and post it on here. I just feel like doing it, and I also want to express my gratitude to him or her at the same time.

To crazycolorz5:

I thank you for the review that you gave to my story. It is very helpful, especially when you pointed out a redundancy that I stupidly left in the finished product for some strange reason. And I also understand that the Seventh Fonon would not be needed in the actual game since it's just a byproduct of the Fon Belt. However, for the sake of this story, the Seventh Fonon is going to have its place within the ever wonderful Fon Belt. Of course, it's just these kinds of comments that I like to hear from you as a reader so I can tell what they are thinking and whether or not they like it. Thanks again for your review, and I hope that you'll keep on reading.

now that is out of the way, I'll let you all go ahead and read my story. Please don't forget to leave a review before you go and move onto the next story that you want to read. Until the next update on this or any of my other stories everybody!

Chapter 2: A Detention Day Gone Wrong

"Oh, I'm so damned hungry!" Luke whined under his breath as his head was resting on top of his open notebook that was currently on an empty page. His stomach merely made a small growling noise in agreement before picking up his head and watching the teacher eat away at his sandwich while grading some papers at his desk. "Does he have to eat right in front of our damn faces? It's almost like he's taunting us."

"Just ignore him and try to concentrate on doing your homework," Guy calmly replied without looking up from the textbook he was currently reading while twirling a pencil in his fingers. "It'll help take your mind off your stomach while making sure you don't have to keep scavenging off of me because of you falling behind. And besides, you wouldn't be here suffering if you had just paid attention in class."

"Speak for yourself, Gailardia!" the red head growled out with a hint of anger at the last word and was topped off with a vengeful smirk. "You couldn't even answer a simple question the teacher asked you."

"First off, I was trying to help you stay out of trouble before I dug myself into this hole with you," the blond stated as he put down his pencil and looked up from his work in order to stare at his best friend right in the eyes. His hand also instinctively moved towards a gold locket that was hanging on a simple leather strap that was wrapped tightly around his neck in a choker fashion. "Secondly, you know how much I hate it when you call me by my full name without any good reason!"

"And thirdly, I believe that you two should get back to work," the calm and borderline sarcastic voice of Dr. Balfour added without looking up from his papers. "I don't like to brag, but I happen to have exquisite hearing despite my old age. I can hear you two quietly arguing with each other just fine from here."

"Nobody told you to eavesdrop on us, Dr. Balfour!" the childish teen spat out as if he were just talking with another fellow student. "And couldn't you at least let us get something to eat instead of making us starve and perform hard labor student-style? Doesn't this borderline on cruel and unusual punishment?"

"It probably would be if you were attending a different school," the instructor responded before putting down both his pencil and sandwich and looked straight at Luke with his calm red eyes. "However, you're currently attending the Tataroo Valley Academy for Boys. The last time I checked the teacher's handbook for this school, this was the cruelest punishment I could legally enact without breaking any rules. It never said anything about not being able to keep students from eating their lunches, and I felt that it would be a very effective punishment to keep all the students in my classes in line. I must say that it seems to work wonders in that everybody pays careful attention to my lectures."

"…No offense, but what you just said kind of makes you sound like a sadistic person," Guy stated with a small frown that was meant to cover up a wince that was a result of the explanation. "I'm probably going to regret ever asking this, but do you like watching people around you in some kind of pain?"

"Oh, I just simply enjoy torturing anybody who happens to be below my expectations," the man responded in a clearly sarcastic tone that at the same time did not sound genuinely sarcastic. "The sight of my victims squirming around in discomfort always manages to give me a sense of gratification in that I was the one to cause them that feeling."

"…I figured you were going to say something along those lines that in that tone," the blond simply responded in a loud groan. "It's honestly so hard to tell whether or not you're being serious when you talk like that."

"Are you sure you didn't just quit some great position in the army and decided to bring your torturous ways to us innocent schoolchildren?" Luke asked with a large scowl plastered on his face. "Your attitude is probably the same as General Jade Curtiss. I heard he had the same temperament as you."

"Alas, we may never know the real answer to that question being that the good general has most definitely passed on. However, I believe that you have other things of importance to be worrying about instead of that. You're wasting your detention time by not doing your work, and I just might prescribe another detention for you to catch up."

"You didn't have to go and make a threat at the same time," the red head stated with a big frown before begrudgingly picking up his long discarded pencil and turn his notebook to a part that was actually filled with work. "I would've understood you just fine without it."

"I was just making sure that you yourself were paying careful attention. After all, it was you I was referring to more than Guy.

"Now make sure that you keep on working while I'm out," Dr. Balfour continued on while getting up and ignoring the indignant look he got from Luke; Guy simply tried to stifle his chuckles yet failed to hide his amused smile and was sure that he would get a punch to the arm should the childish teen turn around and see. "I'll be in the teacher's lounge discussing some teaching material for a few minutes at best, and I expect you both to still be here and working when I get back."

And before Luke could say anything that would most likely land him in more trouble, he felt Guy's calming hand resting on his shoulder. He did not have to look back in order to know that his friend was telling him to calm down and let it go. However, he could not help but give a scowl of disdain at the exiting form of their teacher.

"You really have to stop letting him get to you," the blond said with a sigh as he lifted his comforting hand off the other's shoulder. He had since calmed down from his stifled chuckle fit. "You know that's just how he likes to act."

"But he doesn't have to go picking on me every chance he gets!" Luke exclaimed as he turned around and looked at Guy with the same scowl he had given their teacher. "It's almost as if he's just trying to poke fun at me."

"Then maybe you shouldn't be giving him a chance to do so every day," he countered as he put down his pencil and crossed his arms. "You're always finding ways to get yourself into trouble with him every class we have. As much as I don't want to say it, you kind of deserved all those times he picked on you."

"Thanks for your words of encouragement, Guy," the red head responded in a bitterly sarcastic tone with his scowl now transformed into a childish pout. "It's nice to know you'll always have my back."

"Oh, come on, Luke; don't go acting like you're ten years old again. It's not like you to be all pouty even after something like this. Do you think you would cheer up a bit if I showed you what I've been working on for a while?"

"…And how awesome is this piece of junk that you're working on and about to show me that you think it can cheer me up?"

Instead of answering, the blond teen reached down towards his backpack and began rifling through it. Occasionally, the sound of metal rubbing against metal could be heard along with the clanging of what were most likely tools being shuffled around. Soon enough, he pulled his hand out and in it was a round and silvery object that looked to have been crudely patched up with spots of rust seen around it.

"What the heck is that rusty piece of crap?" Luke asked with a scowl, although his voice was of genuine curiosity. "It just looks like a metal ball. That's hardly anything worth looking at or fixing up."

"Believe me when I say that I've been working on this for almost a month now," Guy explained with a proud smile as he carefully turned the round object around in his hands as if trying to show it off. "I found it washed up along the banks of the Tataroo River nearby while fishing for fish for our barbeque at the time. It was pretty rusted and banged up, but I think I did a pretty good job fixing it up with the tools I have on me and polishing it. I'm not really sure what it's supposed to do, but I know that it can be opened up. I really doubt that it's some kind of storage device, though."

"Why didn't you just get a hammer and smash the thing open before you went and fixed it up?" the red head asked as he took the round object into his hands and began to examine it. "It sounds like a more obvious course of action if you're so curious to see what's inside." One of his eyebrows then suddenly rose in both question and confusion. "Hey, this machine uses the Seventh Fonon as its source of power."

"Are you serious, Luke?" the blond asked with eyes wide in surprise. "Wow, I never thought this used the Seventh Fonon. Fon Machines that uses those Fonons are extremely rare ever since they were destroyed in lieu of preserving the Seventh Fonon. I'm amazed that this actually survived. Are you sure it uses that?"

"You're talking to someone who knows how to sense the Seventh Fonon probably since the day he was born, Guy. Although I can't really use it since I was never taught how to, I'd probably prefer sticking with my sword being that I like to get in people's faces and that I've been practicing like hell on how to use one. To be honest though, I don't think that this thing just uses one type of Fonon. I'm sensing others that are being drawn to it, but I can't say anything beyond what I can tell for sure. Do some of these machines sometimes use more than one Fonon to help power it up?"

"It's pretty common, but I don't think that I ever heard of the Seventh Fonon being combined with other Fonons for mechanical use. This definitely is the most interesting piece of machine I've ever found."

"Eh, it's still another piece of crap machinery to me," Luke responded with a shrug of his shoulders before tossing the round object towards his unsuspecting friend who had almost fell out of his chair catching it before it reached the floor. "It's not going to be doing me much good thinking about it."

"Hey, don't go throwing it around!" Guy scolded before breathing out a sigh of relief at successfully saving his work. "It took me a month to get this to the way it is now. I don't want to spend that long fixing up the new dents that you manage to put into it. I don't have that kind of time what with Dr. Balfour's class finals coming up soon."

"Ugh, don't remind me about that!" the red head groaned out with a roll of his eyes while clearly not sorry at almost breaking his friend's private project. "I spent most of last night studying for it and still don't understand even half of what he went over. I'm so going to bomb his final and have to repeat it."

"It isn't that hard to get if you were at least trying to pay attention in class instead of spacing out," the blond responded with a shrug as he carefully put his private project on the table and began flipping his notebook back a few pages. "Why not study a bit with me seeing as we're still going to be in here for another fifteen minutes. I promise you that it'll help keep your mind off of your stomach."

"Not if you keep reminding me about it!" the other whined before reaching around him and getting his notebook from his desk and placed it on Guy's. "Just help me make sure that I don't end up failing this class. I'm already pretty close to getting an F, and I'm going to blame you if you feed me the wrong information."

Instead of answering, Guy simply gave a friendly smile and turned Luke's notebook around so he could see and compare it with his own. He then picked up his pencil and began writing in notes that were most likely absent and patiently explained to the impatient teen what they meant.

"…Wow, this sounds a whole lot easier to understand then when Dr. Balfour teaches it," Luke responded as he was seriously trying to understand the materials he missed and copy down things he figured to be important to the test. "I don't know why, but your explanation doesn't seem to sound so boring."

"That's because you're already used to me explaining things to you since we were little kids," the blond explained with a smile and amused shake of his head as his eyes seemed to shine with a sense of reminiscence. "Ever since as long as I can remember, I've been standing by your side and explaining things like any good friend would do. You probably wouldn't have survived in the orphanage if I weren't around to guide you through your moments of crazy but admittedly funny stupidity."

"Is that why you acted up and refused to be adopted by so many potential parents wanting to take you home?" the red head asked as he cocked his head sideways in question and stopped scribbling in his notebook. "I've noticed you always made yourself out as a troublemaker whenever someone tried to adopt only you and both figuratively and physically push me away when I try to come with you."

"I've always considered you to be like the little brother that I never had, and it'd only be over my dead body or when we become adults before we ever get separated from each other. And besides, I kind of had a feeling that you probably wouldn't turn out the way you are now if I didn't stick around with you as long as I could and make sure you didn't do anything stupid. I think I was your only friend being that you were a lot more childish and spoiled then than you are now and that nobody liked that about you."

"As much as I like you playing the role of my brother, why do I have to play the role of little brother? Just because I'm a bit smaller than you doesn't mean that I automatically become anybody's little brother."

"I wouldn't call a difference of five inches being a bit smaller. I'm probably around six feet tall, and you told me that you were five-foot seven when I asked you last week. Combine that with your childish demeanor and you don't really fit the role of big brother in comparison to my somewhat more mature behavior."

"So you're sticking to the story of being close brothers rather than clearly-in-denial lovers, huh?" the familiar voice of Dr. Balfour suddenly cut in between the two. "I suppose it's easier to believe should someone question your unusual closeness and special bond you both seem to share."

Startled by the sudden appearance, Luke turned around and saw the teacher leaning against the doorway with an amused smirk on his face. What he was later greeted with were a pair of ruby eyes staring at both him and Guy with strong hints of humor in them while the man fiddled around with the bridge of his glasses with one finger. The smile on his face also seemed to suggest something only he knew about, but it was also easily readable as nothing more than just a sarcastic smirk.

"Oh, no need for you two to look so startled like I were some monster sneaking up on you," the man responded to the dumbfound look he got with an amused chuckle. "I'm not as bad as one sneaking up on you while you're sleeping."

"Of course you're not as bad," Luke answered as he turned his body around so he was sitting in his chair correctly once more and ignored Guy's warning glare. "You're more deadly and conniving than just a simple monster!"

"If it weren't for the fact that you were clearly working hard with Guy on your work, I'd actually consider extending your detention to tomorrow for that comment," the man stated as he moved to his desk and smoothed out his blue jacket before sitting down. "However, I suppose I can afford to be lenient just this once."

"Oh, how wondrously generous of you," the red head responded sarcastically as he snaked his left hand behind him in order to grab his notebook and whipped it to his desk in a very quick fashion.

"Luke!" Guy exclaimed in both surprise and anger a second before a loud clanging noise was heard. "You knocked my Fon Machine down, you klutz!"

"Well, you shouldn't have gone and left it on the table!" the other countered as he avoided making any kind of apology. "You should've known that it might roll off the table being that its round like a ball."

"This is the thanks I get for helping you out with your work," the blond growled out as he got out of his chair and bent down to pick up the machine. "I already told you how hard it was to get the initial dents out, and I'm so going to kill you if there are any… Whoa!"

Just as Guy had laid his hands on the round object and picked it up, it started to give off a bright white light and startled him so that he dropped it once more. Somehow, it seemed that the drop only managed to make the light flash even stronger.

"What is it?" Dr. Balfour exclaimed as he caught sight of the unexplained light and abruptly stood up. Once he saw that it was the Fon Machine emitting the light, he gasped in surprise. "That's…! But that's impossible!"

"Gah, somebody turn the damn thing off!" Luke shouted in slight pain as he accidentally fell off his chair as he brought his arms up too quickly in an attempt to cover his eyes. "It's blinding me!"

"I don't know how to!" Guy shouted out in frustration as he tried to feel his way to the machine and failed miserably due to the lack of sight. "And even if I did, I can't find the damned thing!"

"It's too late to try and stop it!" the teacher quickly explained as he ran to the door and locked it. "It'll go off at any second! The best thing to do is to stop any more people from being involved!"

"Are you saying that this thing's a bomb?" the red head exclaimed as his jaw dropped. "Thanks for getting us all killed, Guy!"

"Huddle together boys!" the man quickly instructed before the light completely blinded him. "It's the only way you'll stay together!"

"The hell you're talking about, old man?" the red head shouted in frustration and fright before he felt a familiar hand tightly grabbing onto his arm. "Are you seriously following his instructions, Guy?"

"You got any better ideas?" the blond shouted back just before the strange feeling of the floor giving way beneath them was felt along with the sensation of falling. "Did the machine destroy the floor?"

"Ahh, we're falling!" the other exclaimed with nothing but absolute fright in his voice as he somehow managed to pull himself towards Guy and give him the hug of death. "We're going to die, and it's all your stupid fault!"

"And how is this my damn fault? You're the one who managed to push it off my desk in the first place!"

"Well, you shouldn't have gone and left it there where something like that could actually happen!"

Before they could continue on with their obviously pointless argument, the boys felt a strange feeling emanating in the pits of their stomachs that shut them up. In the next moment, they felt their sights fading away and their consciousness disappearing. Before they completely fainted, they felt their bodies landing on something hard and rolling a bit before coming to a complete stop.