Dark Heart
Ooh! I'm gonna try to make an actual series! (After my first miserable attempt with CCS)
Garet: Be happy for her. It's the second time she decided to make a series.
Pairings Isaac/Mia and Garet/Jenna. If you like the story, even if you don't like the couplings, pweese tell me, and if I make another series, it will have most of the couples you want.
Kamui: …This story… does the blond 17-year old have a sword?
Garet: No Kamui. This is Golden Sun. Not X, where you came from.
Actually, that's not such a bad idea. After all, the weapon Isaac used in the game was a sword. The main weapon will still be a gun though. I mean, this is an AU. Heehee… making Isaac an assassin. He fits the role somewhat too.
Garet: Why don't we ask Isaac his opinion?
It doesn't matter Garet. I'm still gonna make the story the way I want it to be. Too bad someone made the idea of a Golden Sun high school first. Kamui?
Kamui: …Yes?
You forgot something…
Kamui: …oh… Tiger Dauthi doesn't own Golden Sun. Besides, she's not sane enough to.
You aren't supposed to say that!
Garet: Too late. ^_^ Go Kamui!
Kamui: …
Garet: *sigh * never mind… Couldn't we've gotten someone that actually talks sometimes?
Kamui: KOTORI!!!!
Garet: Aaaahhh!! That hurt my ears, dammit!
Well, Kamui talked…
Garet: *glares * Alright, but next time I get to pick the muse we take.
Okey dokeys! Hmm… You must be bored of this by now. Go on! Shoo! Go read!
~*~*~
He was an assassin. That was what he was made to be. That was what he would always be. All he could remember in his life was training. Rigorous training, to be the perfect assassin. For a long time, ice had crept across his heart, encasing it. He was an assassin. That was final.
Why? He didn't know the true answer himself. Assassins didn't ask questions. They just took a job, did it, and took the money. All he knew was that he had some kind of special power. He could make earthquakes with his mind. That in itself was special. Saturos, his instructor, told him he had the capacity for much more. After a while, he stopped wondering. Wondering who he was, who he used to be. He was an assassin. That was that.
Next mission. Kill Allen Kraden. This wasn't a paid job. It was a job that was more personal to their cult. Allen Kraden was on the verge of discovering this special power. For this, they had to murder him - immediately. Allen Kraden had top notch security though. And so, for that, they would have to send in the perfect assassin. Him. Trained for every situation, taught not to question, learned to talk near nothing. Name: Isaac. Codename: Perfect Shadow. For that was what he was. A shadow, slipping in, sliding a dagger, shooting a gunshot, slipping out. Always completing the mission. He was perfect.
Right now, Isaac had to go to a place called Golden Sun High. He had to act as a normal high school student for a while. He had to listen to the school. He had to talk. He had to smile. That in itself was already hard enough. To make it worse, he'd been having dreams. Dreams of an angel, standing in the middle of many strewn bodies, just standing, and looking at him with an… expression. Of what, he didn't know. He wasn't trained in emotions. Just to cut them off. They interfered with his job. Do the job, and leave.
Once he completed this one, he'd be able to get out. The job. That was what he focused on. The sooner, the better, the quicker to leave. Two weeks. He had to go to "school" in two weeks as a student who recently moved here. Isaac scowled. He was NOT going to like the experience.
~*~*~
Golden Sun High. It was shown in bright sunny letters, colored golden, with a sun for the o. (AN: Not very original, I know…) Isaac just stared coldly at it. The inanimate object seemed to shrink back a little, even though it was probably only in his mind. That didn't matter though. All that did was that he needed to find a way to kill Allen Kraden, and kill him soon.
The moment he walked in, girls flocked around him. Being the way he was, Isaac didn't know that the way he looked was considered "sexy" and "hot" around here. He wore the mandatory school uniform, but the sleeves were ripped off. A heavy spiked belt went around what Saturos called "jeans." It cleverly disguised a gun holster with a small pistol stuffed in. Black gauntlets with that went up to his elbows fit on his hands. Each knuckle had a mini spike on it. Some of it was actually a secret communicator through which Isaac could report. That, coupled along with his unruly hair, made him the center of attention.
Isaac ignored all of this. When the girls pinched his ass, he thought it was normal behavior for high school students. (AN: Poor stupid Isaac…) They were certainly strange though. He walked over to some of the people, and asked them where the principal's office was. His rusty voice, which still had its sultry touch, and his looks made most of the people, who were girls, faint. One of the boys told him it was down the hall. Another girl tried to offer to take him there. Isaac brushed it off, and just walked in the direction the boy told him.
Finally arriving at the principal's office, he opened the door without knocking. Unfortunately for him, there was another rule to knock on doors first. The principal glanced up and angrily told him that he had an hours worth of detention for that, plus another hour for wearing that "outrageous" clothing. Isaac just stood there, wondering. After the principal finished, he said, "My name is Isaac. I came for my schedule. I'm sorry, but I didn't know the rules. Can you tell me them? And what exactly is detention?"
The principal just stared at him. It wasn't possible for a person to not know what a detention was. Finally being able to open his mouth, the principal just sighed and told him, "If you're the new student, then I'll make you an exception. Here's your schedule. I'll have Garet here show you around." A spiky red-haired boy stood up, grinning. The principal continued, saying, "He isn't the best choice, but he's in your main classes and most of your option ones, and will show you everywhere. Just don't let his thickness rub off on you." The boy's smile had diminished somewhat, but it still remained on his face. Isaac allowed himself to be led out by this boy, but still heard the principal hollering one final thing.
"But next time, don't dress that way! It's inappropriate for school!"
Garet rolled his eyes at that. Then, turning to Isaac, his grin returned full force, and he asked, "What's your class?"
Isaac replied, "English, Room 301."
Garet's grin, if possible, grew wider. "Hey, that's my first class too! Well, duh, I have to be in your class to be able to show it to you, but anyways, let's go!" Isaac just raised his eyebrow, but followed the jumping Garet. On the way there, Garet discussed everything, while Isaac said nothing. Finally reaching the room after three flights of stairs, Garet turned and asked, "You're not much of a conversationalist, are you? Oh well, that was fun! I'll show you to the lunchroom after I get a nice long nap!"
Garet barged into English class, with Isaac walking slowly behind him. Smiling, Garet took his seat. The teacher smiled at Isaac, though rather uneasily, and told the class, " My name is Mr. Pfaff, as all of you know already. We have a new student today. Let's welcome Isaac Sol! Now, Isaac, why don't you introduce yourself?"
Isaac walked in front of the desk, and spoke in his rusty and sultry voice, "My name's Isaac Sol. And you don't need to know anything more about me."
He then just stood there, impassive, even to the winks many girls threw at him. At length, the teacher stammered out, "Umm… That w-was interesting. Now, I'll have to give you a seat."
Scowling, Isaac looked up at the rows and rows of seats. And saw a girl. Not just any girl. A beautiful blue-haired blue-eyed girl. The girl in his dreams. The angel.
~*~*~
First chappy! Yay! Now, I hope I don't run outta ideas… Hmm… a lil' bit of angst should come next chapter according to moi. Of course, half of the time I'm wrong, and one third of the time I'm lying…
I'm also trying to follow most of the Japanese school system, as Golden Sun was made in Japan. Anyways, with Japanese schools, the students don't move, the teachers do. It's only stuff like gym, lunch(I think), drama, etc. that the students move. It's supposed to be more convenient because only a couple of teachers move instead of a huge pack of students, as there are a lot of people in Japan considering how big it is. Don't worry, though, I won't use Japanese words to confuse you.
Oh yeah, and I'm sowwy for it being so short, the next one will be longer! This chapter was just to get the story started. And Mr. Pfaff is my English teacher and my homeroom's room 301, so you could basically say Isaac has my schedule, except you probably don't care…
Kamui: Where's the sword?
It's coming, eventually. You don't actually expect Isaac to bring a sword on his first day of school, do you?!
Kamui: …
Garet: Oh boy… He's gone silent again…
Hmm… Mebbe you're right Garet. I'll get another muse sometime.
Garet: I'm always right.
Sure… Anyways, comments, suggestions, and flames welcome!
Ooh! I'm gonna try to make an actual series! (After my first miserable attempt with CCS)
Garet: Be happy for her. It's the second time she decided to make a series.
Pairings Isaac/Mia and Garet/Jenna. If you like the story, even if you don't like the couplings, pweese tell me, and if I make another series, it will have most of the couples you want.
Kamui: …This story… does the blond 17-year old have a sword?
Garet: No Kamui. This is Golden Sun. Not X, where you came from.
Actually, that's not such a bad idea. After all, the weapon Isaac used in the game was a sword. The main weapon will still be a gun though. I mean, this is an AU. Heehee… making Isaac an assassin. He fits the role somewhat too.
Garet: Why don't we ask Isaac his opinion?
It doesn't matter Garet. I'm still gonna make the story the way I want it to be. Too bad someone made the idea of a Golden Sun high school first. Kamui?
Kamui: …Yes?
You forgot something…
Kamui: …oh… Tiger Dauthi doesn't own Golden Sun. Besides, she's not sane enough to.
You aren't supposed to say that!
Garet: Too late. ^_^ Go Kamui!
Kamui: …
Garet: *sigh * never mind… Couldn't we've gotten someone that actually talks sometimes?
Kamui: KOTORI!!!!
Garet: Aaaahhh!! That hurt my ears, dammit!
Well, Kamui talked…
Garet: *glares * Alright, but next time I get to pick the muse we take.
Okey dokeys! Hmm… You must be bored of this by now. Go on! Shoo! Go read!
~*~*~
He was an assassin. That was what he was made to be. That was what he would always be. All he could remember in his life was training. Rigorous training, to be the perfect assassin. For a long time, ice had crept across his heart, encasing it. He was an assassin. That was final.
Why? He didn't know the true answer himself. Assassins didn't ask questions. They just took a job, did it, and took the money. All he knew was that he had some kind of special power. He could make earthquakes with his mind. That in itself was special. Saturos, his instructor, told him he had the capacity for much more. After a while, he stopped wondering. Wondering who he was, who he used to be. He was an assassin. That was that.
Next mission. Kill Allen Kraden. This wasn't a paid job. It was a job that was more personal to their cult. Allen Kraden was on the verge of discovering this special power. For this, they had to murder him - immediately. Allen Kraden had top notch security though. And so, for that, they would have to send in the perfect assassin. Him. Trained for every situation, taught not to question, learned to talk near nothing. Name: Isaac. Codename: Perfect Shadow. For that was what he was. A shadow, slipping in, sliding a dagger, shooting a gunshot, slipping out. Always completing the mission. He was perfect.
Right now, Isaac had to go to a place called Golden Sun High. He had to act as a normal high school student for a while. He had to listen to the school. He had to talk. He had to smile. That in itself was already hard enough. To make it worse, he'd been having dreams. Dreams of an angel, standing in the middle of many strewn bodies, just standing, and looking at him with an… expression. Of what, he didn't know. He wasn't trained in emotions. Just to cut them off. They interfered with his job. Do the job, and leave.
Once he completed this one, he'd be able to get out. The job. That was what he focused on. The sooner, the better, the quicker to leave. Two weeks. He had to go to "school" in two weeks as a student who recently moved here. Isaac scowled. He was NOT going to like the experience.
~*~*~
Golden Sun High. It was shown in bright sunny letters, colored golden, with a sun for the o. (AN: Not very original, I know…) Isaac just stared coldly at it. The inanimate object seemed to shrink back a little, even though it was probably only in his mind. That didn't matter though. All that did was that he needed to find a way to kill Allen Kraden, and kill him soon.
The moment he walked in, girls flocked around him. Being the way he was, Isaac didn't know that the way he looked was considered "sexy" and "hot" around here. He wore the mandatory school uniform, but the sleeves were ripped off. A heavy spiked belt went around what Saturos called "jeans." It cleverly disguised a gun holster with a small pistol stuffed in. Black gauntlets with that went up to his elbows fit on his hands. Each knuckle had a mini spike on it. Some of it was actually a secret communicator through which Isaac could report. That, coupled along with his unruly hair, made him the center of attention.
Isaac ignored all of this. When the girls pinched his ass, he thought it was normal behavior for high school students. (AN: Poor stupid Isaac…) They were certainly strange though. He walked over to some of the people, and asked them where the principal's office was. His rusty voice, which still had its sultry touch, and his looks made most of the people, who were girls, faint. One of the boys told him it was down the hall. Another girl tried to offer to take him there. Isaac brushed it off, and just walked in the direction the boy told him.
Finally arriving at the principal's office, he opened the door without knocking. Unfortunately for him, there was another rule to knock on doors first. The principal glanced up and angrily told him that he had an hours worth of detention for that, plus another hour for wearing that "outrageous" clothing. Isaac just stood there, wondering. After the principal finished, he said, "My name is Isaac. I came for my schedule. I'm sorry, but I didn't know the rules. Can you tell me them? And what exactly is detention?"
The principal just stared at him. It wasn't possible for a person to not know what a detention was. Finally being able to open his mouth, the principal just sighed and told him, "If you're the new student, then I'll make you an exception. Here's your schedule. I'll have Garet here show you around." A spiky red-haired boy stood up, grinning. The principal continued, saying, "He isn't the best choice, but he's in your main classes and most of your option ones, and will show you everywhere. Just don't let his thickness rub off on you." The boy's smile had diminished somewhat, but it still remained on his face. Isaac allowed himself to be led out by this boy, but still heard the principal hollering one final thing.
"But next time, don't dress that way! It's inappropriate for school!"
Garet rolled his eyes at that. Then, turning to Isaac, his grin returned full force, and he asked, "What's your class?"
Isaac replied, "English, Room 301."
Garet's grin, if possible, grew wider. "Hey, that's my first class too! Well, duh, I have to be in your class to be able to show it to you, but anyways, let's go!" Isaac just raised his eyebrow, but followed the jumping Garet. On the way there, Garet discussed everything, while Isaac said nothing. Finally reaching the room after three flights of stairs, Garet turned and asked, "You're not much of a conversationalist, are you? Oh well, that was fun! I'll show you to the lunchroom after I get a nice long nap!"
Garet barged into English class, with Isaac walking slowly behind him. Smiling, Garet took his seat. The teacher smiled at Isaac, though rather uneasily, and told the class, " My name is Mr. Pfaff, as all of you know already. We have a new student today. Let's welcome Isaac Sol! Now, Isaac, why don't you introduce yourself?"
Isaac walked in front of the desk, and spoke in his rusty and sultry voice, "My name's Isaac Sol. And you don't need to know anything more about me."
He then just stood there, impassive, even to the winks many girls threw at him. At length, the teacher stammered out, "Umm… That w-was interesting. Now, I'll have to give you a seat."
Scowling, Isaac looked up at the rows and rows of seats. And saw a girl. Not just any girl. A beautiful blue-haired blue-eyed girl. The girl in his dreams. The angel.
~*~*~
First chappy! Yay! Now, I hope I don't run outta ideas… Hmm… a lil' bit of angst should come next chapter according to moi. Of course, half of the time I'm wrong, and one third of the time I'm lying…
I'm also trying to follow most of the Japanese school system, as Golden Sun was made in Japan. Anyways, with Japanese schools, the students don't move, the teachers do. It's only stuff like gym, lunch(I think), drama, etc. that the students move. It's supposed to be more convenient because only a couple of teachers move instead of a huge pack of students, as there are a lot of people in Japan considering how big it is. Don't worry, though, I won't use Japanese words to confuse you.
Oh yeah, and I'm sowwy for it being so short, the next one will be longer! This chapter was just to get the story started. And Mr. Pfaff is my English teacher and my homeroom's room 301, so you could basically say Isaac has my schedule, except you probably don't care…
Kamui: Where's the sword?
It's coming, eventually. You don't actually expect Isaac to bring a sword on his first day of school, do you?!
Kamui: …
Garet: Oh boy… He's gone silent again…
Hmm… Mebbe you're right Garet. I'll get another muse sometime.
Garet: I'm always right.
Sure… Anyways, comments, suggestions, and flames welcome!
