Title: Our Untold Story
Warnings: In later chapters... Well, I don't know. I haven't gotten that far. But right now, just cussing... And an out of control dark form
Disclaimer: And If I owned the series, would I be here? Honest to god. You people are crazy.
Main pairing: Jak x Daxter
Full summary: Takes place a while after the third game. Jak is going insane. His dark form wants to go South [To the beaches?!]. His light form is trying to play good guy. And did I mention that his light form changed Daxter back to his normal, not-so-geeky form? And Jak has the hots for him?
Well he does.
Megan: Uh... Please don't be mad at me. Honestly. Okay. You wanna know why I haven't been able to do anything?
1: I had exams. Those things are MONSTERS and I had to study. A LOT for them.
2: I got sick. My mom tried to make me a celebration dinner for me getting into Junior Year, and getting super great grades... And she can't really cook. So I got sick!
3: You try writing when you have all kinds of cool Jak 3 rumors on Gamespot. I was trying to get inspiration... And... Then got caught up in stuff...
4: I got WRITER'S BLOCK!! Oh crap, that was so hard! I didn't even touch the computer writing wise. I just got back my writer's groove yesterday!
And I promise. This is now Summertime! I will have little to nothing to do, so I now I have more time to work on this! Honest to Primus.
Skystrike: Yeah. And now for the reviews... Which... Are not... Enough... To keep... The announcer... Away!! This is your fault, people...
Demyrie: Thanks for letting me know. I do not own the first game, I only own the second game. I was gonna buy the first game... But the money went to a better cause, to me: BUYING POCKY!! Mmm. Glory food. I'm eatin some right now!
Kesiah: So them girls ain't in it. I don't like, them, because I believe they're real wusses. Honest. I don't have a grudge against them for being so close to the... Coolest... Characters since... EVER!! I just don't think they would fit well into the story. I write comedy and action and adventure stuff. And LOOOOVE. Sometimes. Besides, this is all bout Jak and Dax. Or, as I sometimes accidentally find myself typing, 'Jax, or Dak.' Hey... Cool names... Heh...
And addressing the issue of DETAILS: Listen you people. This is my first story in this territory. I am working very hard to get the details worked out, and now that I have a whole summer ahead of me, then I think the details will get any better! Please don't ask about this again, or I won't give you cookies! random man runs up with paper and whispers We're out of cookies. WHAT? chases after random man FINE! On with the story!!
Skystrike: So WHAT CAN we Threaten you with now?! CHEESE?
No cheese for you if you say that my details ain't detailed enough... I guess... Not as threatening as cookies though...
"Jak , listen, about today... What the HELL was that? Goddamnit! Do you actually believe that there could be something between us? You are my best friend. That's IT. Nothing more."
"Why did you let me take care of you after you got lost in the desert, hm?"
"Anybody would let themselves get taken care of if they were as weak as the day they were born!"
"Then why the HELL would you freaking CUDDLE with me?!"
"I WHAT?!"
"That's right. When I picked you up, all you could do is act all helpless, and cuddle right up next to me! Scared the crap out of me, I assure you that."
"BAH!!! I'm leaving!"
"FINE!! I don't CARE!!"
A sudden light was thrown over the dark landscape as I slammed open the door, stormed out, and slammed it shut. I looked around, and walked over to the garage. I pulled out the dune bike, and jumped on. The engine roared to life, and I raced off.
"Goddamn you Daxter. You have SO many problems left over from being an Ottsel." I muttered, and gunned it. Spargus loomed into view. I headed for the west entrance. After a few moments, I switched hover lanes into the air and slowed down. My eyes searched for...
I landed next to a building. I looked at it for a moment, before entering the ally next to it. I knocked on the door.
"Jinx. Let me in." I said. "It's Jak."
"EH? Jak? Got it. Lemmie unlock the door, kay?" A voice came out from behind the thick door. Metal clanked around and gave me the shivers. It reminded me of my two years in the Baron's experiment lab. I grabbed my arms and sighed for a moment, before the door finally opened. Jinx stood there, with a bottle in one hand. He was dressed rather casual for what he usually wears... But then again, most of his clothes are covered in ashes and have been charred because he likes to experiment with explosives... It looked like he was wearing the remnants of an old Krimzon Guard uniform, mixed in with his own style... [A/N: Think what Erol wore, and mix that with what you see Jinx wearin in the concept art for Jak 3 on http:www.naughtydog.com ]
"Jak?" the demolitions expert said, looking at me strangely. "What's eatin you?"
"Oh, just remembering my years as the Baron's guinea pig. Not good memories. That door reminded me of it." I said.
"Oh thanks. I had just gotten over the memories." Jinx said with a snort. Pretty much everybody different under the Baron's rule had been taken into the prison and either experimented, like what had happened to me, or tortured, like Jinx.
"Sorry dude." I said, and lowered my head.
We stood in silence for a few moments before...
"Hey, Jinx, who ya talkin to?" a deep voice said from out from in the building.
"It's Jak, Mog. I'll bring him in." Jinx said. I looked over his shoulder to see the not-too-bright Mog waving wildly at me. Mog looked to be wearing a mock up of the Baron's old outfit... I bet it was a costume or something... Either that or he was trying to look important.
"Hi Mog." I said.
"Heh heh heh." he laughed stupidly.
"So why did you come?" the third member of the demolition group, Grim, said. Does that man have any other clothes? Honest to Mar... [A/N: Exactly what he's wearin in the game, if you remember that, he's wearing now! ] I noticed that the table he and Mog were sitting at had loads of poker chip, and three sets of cards on it. Mog was currently trying to peek at what was probably Jinx's cards.
"Oh shit, I have nowhere to go." I said, and took a seat at the table. Grim gave me a set of cards and I, in return, set out about fifteen bucks on the table. Sometimes, matters are best discussed over a good game of cards.
"What, did Daxter kick you out?" Jinx asked.
"Nah. I yelled at him, and then I left. I wanted to cool down." I said, and looked at my hand. Not too bad. A pair of... Jacks. My mind flashed back to a time right after I changed Daxter back and brought him to a nearby casino. I taught him how to play cards there. And he won his first hand with a pair of Jacks.
Why... Why is my mind being drawn straight to him?!
"JAK!" I was suddenly broke out of my revere by a huge hit on the head.
"OW! What?!" I yelped, and swung out at the unseen enemy. It was, in fact, Grim's hand.
"Zoning out on us?" Jinx said with a laugh.
"Heh. Sorry. Thinking." I said, as I brought my cards together, then fanned them again. Together, fan, together, fan.
"Bout what?" Mog asked, before taking a swig of a bottle of unknown liquor.
"Things. I said. "You know. People likin people."
"Am I sensing that there is finally a woman in your life? HAH HA HA!! It's Keira, ain't it! Or maybe you got really lucky and got ASHLIN!!" Jinx yelled, and slapped me on the back. I grunted from the strong impact, and punched him in the arm.
"OW! Damnit no!" I said. "That's the THING!! It's a GUY!" I blurted out. They all stared at me for a moment, before Grim and Jinx started laughing. Mog just stared at me.
"You like a guy?" Mog finally said.
"Err..." I moaned at my own stupidity. Jak you are an IDIOT!
"You two shut up!" Mog slapped the two laughers on the backs of the their heads. They both shut up, just like he demanded. "Jak, hows bout you go see Oracle Lady, eh? She can help yah. Yeah." he nodded a few times.
"Wow Mog, I didn't know you had a brain in there!" Grim laughed. He stared at his cards, and set them down. "Ah HA! Full House. Gimmie your cash, boys!!"
Everybody, including me, sighed, and forked over their money. This went on for quite a few rounds. I vaguely wondered if Grim and Jinx were against myself and Mog... Because I never won, not even close... And Mog... Well... Yeah. The poor guy prefers the drinks over the cards, so he's not gonna win. I sighed, and looked over at the door.
"I'm gonna take Mog's advice, for once, and go see Onin. Yeah, it's gonna be a trip, but I rather prefer being outside..." I said, and pushed back from the table. As I left, I heard this conversation.
"Ha ha! Jak likes a guy... I bet it's Sig, ain't it?" Grim said.
"Oh fuck, do you pay attention? He lives with Daxter. I bet he sleeps with the guy too!" Jinx said with a snorting laugh. "JAK!! IS HE GOOD IN BED!?!"
I slammed open the door, stomped out, and slammed it back shut. Goddamnit! What is their PROBLEM!
I jumped back on my dune bike, which was surprisingly free of any graffiti, and nothing was stolen... And started back out. It was the dead of night, the moon was hanging right above my head, accompanied by the Daystar, a bit to the east. After navigating myself out of Spargus, I breathed a sigh of relief: The desert that I nearly died in was one of my favorite places to be. Nobody is out here to stare at me, or ridicule me.
After a good amount of time, which would mean morning would be creeping up on me soon, I made it to Haven City. The city that never, ever slept. Even if it was two in the morning, you could count on a good amount of people wandering around, whether they be drunk or not. I came up on the city walls. In parts, the huge walls were in desperate need of a repair, but they still helped keep the city safe from any random threats that might happen. My bike was soon in a safe place and I started on into the city.
I kicked at a rock on the ground as I walked on through the crowds of people. They knew well enough to leave me alone. They knew who I was, and when they saw me in a bad mood, they knew to stay away.
I made my way to new Bazaar, and looked up. Ignoring the fact that it was starting to get dark... Oh damn! There were brightly colored lights strung everywhere, signs declaring sales... People were laughing together, and special items were being sold. I had totally forgotten it was harvest week!
"Damn damn damn damn DAMN!" For some reason, I jumped up and down a few times, as if I was a little kid who didn't get their way. "How could I forget! Damnit! I have to play a big part in the ceremony... Damnit!!"
My mind had another flashback of the first ceremony I was in, right after I had changed Daxter back, and the city was just getting rebuilt after the war. The celebration was to one, thank the gods for a good harvest, as usual, and two, have a good ol time. Keira had volunteered me to play the part of the messenger of Mar, who was, of course, an angel of sorts. Even though I didn't want to do it, I remember wowing the people as I landed on the stage in light form. That was one of the few times the people actually liked me. Then again, that was right before I gave my pledged my alliance to Haven City. So that was a pretty damn good time for me...
I wove in and out of the crowd of people, before coming on a not so accessed part of the city, where Onin's tent was. Only a few people were over here, and two shops. The shops were the kind that sold near illegal items. Not that I minded.
I walked over to the tent and pushed open the flap. I looked over and found Onin's translator, Pecker, asleep on a huge metal head fish trophy. I got that one. The littler one next to it, the one only a foot long, that's the one Dax caught.
"Stop thinking about him..." I muttered, and ran my hands through my hair. I turned my attention into waking Pecker up by poking at him with my gun. "Get up you lazy bum." I said. "I need some help." There was no response. "AH! GET THE FUCK UP!" I slammed my gun down on his back. That got him up.
"RAAAAAAAAK! OW!! Ai-yi-yi..." he muttered something in a different language for a moment, before glaring at me. "You?! You have ruined my siesta time for the last time!" he complained loudly.
"I want to talk to Onin!! I have a big problem. Dude, it's bigger than you and your stupid siesta time!" I said. "Get her out of meditation, please." I grabbed Pecker by the wing and tossed him in front of the oracle lady.
"Wake me up, why I... mumble Your mother... mumble-mumble Ass..." he complained even more and tapped Onin on the shoulder. "Senorita! Wake up! Jak's here."
"I coulda done that." I mumbled, and waited. If this was gonna take so long, maybe it was better not to talk to her.
A sudden flash of blue light drew my attention back to Onin, who had given me her greetings in shiny-blue finger language. I had seen that enough to know what it means.
"Hello, Onin. I have a big problem." I said, as I sat down cross-legged on the floor in front of her. She gave her answer, which was quickly translated through Pecker.
[A/N: For my finger's sake, Onin's responses are going to be in bold. You get the picture. I mean, honestly, did you really want me to write out little hand gestures? Oh, and another thing. I've decided that Onin ain't really a character to die... You know... She's immortal in a way. Like, she's got immortality, but doesn't have eternal youth. So there. HA! ]
"Yes, I did know that. Do you want to tell me your side of the story?" she 'said.'
"Ah... Okay. Well, you know... Since I changed Daxter back to normal, something inside me was... I don't know... And when we went to live together, well, that feeling has gotten worse! And I'm blurting things out that I shouldn't be... And addition to that, whenever I change into my dark form, I end up miles away from my house, and always heading south! Last time I ended up in the middle of the desert, and I didn't have any food or anything, and I nearly died!" I ranted.
Before Onin gave her response, I got this: "Oh, boy, you have problems!" Pecker said with a screeching laugh.
"I believe I can help you with one of your problems. But it's not the one involving your friend, Daxter."
"Oh damnit." I said. "So, you gonna tell me why I've been wandering to the south?"
"Si, you idiot!"
"Gah, Pecker, just translate!!"
"Raaaak! Oh-kay, oh-kay."
"The Wastelander that goes by the name Sig will visit you tomorrow. He will bring two outcasts named Gaila and Jilda. They will give you answers."
"Great." I sighed. "But you can't tell me what the hell is wrong with my mind whenever I see Daxter?"
"No."
"Damnit. Do I have to wait long before I realize it?"
"Before the festival, you'll know."
"DAMNIT!!" I said loudly. "Fat lot a help you are."
"You had better be happy... Raaaaaak! She even gave you an answer to one of your problems!" Pecker said as I got up. I glared at him, in a severe bad mood.
"Yeah yeah, you're so great." I said, and walked out. "Maybe buying something will make me feel better." I looked around and shook my head. The fates were against me. Today was not a good day. First I wake up in the middle of the desert, then I yell at Daxter, when he didn't do anything, and then I get laughed at by two idiots who don't know anything about...
Love...
Oh damn... I can't believe... I just thought that...
I looked at the happy people. There were men and women hanging around together. There were no men hanging out together, unless you count those two couples over there... Two women and two men... They don't count.
Goddamnit.
I pushed my feelings to the back of my mind and focused on the task at hand: That there were going to be two outcasts coming to my house, and they were going to tell me what was so important about me and my dark form, and the city called Protectaria.
Megan: There. How was that? I think it was much better for the first thing worked on coming out of a writer's block. Man, those things are worse than a cramp after you have been running for a LONG time! winces OH well. takes out Lv. 3 Peacemaker Time for... weapon falls apart WHAT?!
Skystrike: Megan... Bad news. Reviewers didn't review enough, so they have to deal with... The announcer!
Megan: Crap. glares at computer screen Evil little thing...
Announcer: Next time! Jak goes even MORE crazy with flashbacks of his past. Will these help him realize what is going on in his confused mind?
Megan: sigh Thank god that was short...