Disclaimer: I've decided, as per usual, to do somthing COMPLETELY unexpected in this one's disclaimer.
The characters I use here, save No Onion, do not belong to me. They belong to Enix, or whomever
created Star Ocean Two. Debo, Morrigan, and any other Sonic resturant people are based on real
people. The Sonic resturant is a real fast food chain. I can't recive any money for this, so please
don't send it.
Chapter One:
United by Fate
The young man sat up in bed, rubbing his eyes. At first, he was a tad peeved by the fact that he
had woken up before noon, but he then looked at the clock and saw that it was one in the
afternoon, so that thought promptly left him.
He tried his best to rub the sleep from his eyes, and shake the cob webs from his head, but it
was to no avail. It had been a wild night the pervious one, and he felt the ramifications of it.
He ran his fingers thru his long blue bangs, and the rest of his short blue hair. Not every day
do you see a hairstyle like his, with bangs that are down to your nose, and the back of your hair
only two inches long. Add the blue dye to match, and most people would wonder what he was
smoking. This man didn't smoke, however, for he really disliked drugs. Not enough to beat up
someone who did them, but enough to give a groan of displeasure whenever he heard someone talking
about the great high they had.
Finally, his sleep-deadened mind began to remember some of what happened last night. He had gone
to a bar. He usually did after work. There, he had drunken way to much, and danced with about
twenty to thirty different women. And every one of them had been trying to get him into bed. He
wanted to kick himself for not going to bed with one of them. "Shoot," he thought to himself, "I
coulda gone to bed with four or five of them at once, and they would have been willing."
But, he knew that he wouldn't have. He had too much respect for women, even though they would
almost constantly throw themselves at him. Yes, this man, who could literally say just about any
pig headed, stupid, unbelievable pickup line, and still have a woman respond to it, was a virgin.
And it was obviously by the sheerest willpower.
His name was Brian Wells, but he was more commonly called No Onion. This nickname was given to
him by his work buddies at sonic. As he sat up, he thought about his job, and then realized that
he was scheduled to go in at one thirty. Looking at the clock, and seeing that it was one fifteen,
he panicked, and thanked God that the sonic clock was ten minutes slow.
* * *
No Onion walked into work, miraculously five minutes early. The second he walked in, one of the
female carhops grabbed him, and kissed him smack on the lips. He pulled away.
"Morrigan, did you just smoke a cigarette?"
"Uh-huh, why?" said Morrigan, with her southern drawl. No Onion shook his head. Morrigan was cute,
there was no denying that. At five foot three, with short, curly black hair, and freckles, she
was a true cutey. But she ruined it by smoking, a big turn off to No Onion.
"Don't ever kiss me when you've been smoking. In fact, never kiss me please."
"You know I ain't gonna stop trying," she drawled.
"I know," said No Onion with a roll of his eyes. He walked behind the counter, got a Dr.Pepper
from the fountain, and walked to the computer. He clocked in, and walked to the kitchen.
"Well, lookie, lookie, its No Onion."
"Hello, Debo," said No Onion with a sigh. Debo was a big black man. He was six foot six, with
biceps that were bigger than No Onion's head. He was also stupid. He was currently flipping burgers.
As stupid as the man was, he was still a decent fast food cookie. Debo quickly finished putting
the little niceties on a bun, put the patty on it, and put it in the bag. The bag of food was then
taken by someone near the fountain machine, and given to Morrigan. Morrigan then walked out to the
customers car, to give the customer his order. Yes, the sonic fast food restaurant was working
like a well-oiled machine.
* * *
Eight thirty. Time to get off work. No Onion clocked out, and walked outside. Lucky for him,
Morrigan had gotten off about two hours before him, so he didn't need to avoid her. He got in his
car, and sat there for a minute. He had gone out the night before, and didn't REALLY want to go
out again tonight. Truth be told, he got tired of the constant pickups. But, it was either go out,
or go home, maybe see his dad, maybe not. Well, at the least, if he went out, he could at least
play pool. And it wasn't like he ever saw his dad around home anyway. He drove to the local bar,
hoping that they had a fresh supply of liquor after last night.
He pulled into the parking lot, and got out of his car. The second he stepped into the bar, three
of the usual bar flys ran up to him, trying to drag him to the dance floor.
"No thanks, ladies. I just wanna drink a beer, and play some pool. I'll dance a little bit later."
With that, he sat down at the bar, and ordered a Miller light. It tasted like crap, but beer usually
did. He only drank beer when he either won a round of pool, or just wanted to nurse a drink. He
looked around the bar. The only people hanging around were the usual bunch of rejects, as he
lovingly called them. He finished his drink, and walked to the pool table. He played a few rounds
for money, and broke even. He was about to pack up and go home, when a woman walked into the bar.
She had long blonde wavy hair, which covered most of her forehead. She was wearing a long black
dress, low cut, and a big slit up the side. She was also carrying a big piece of metal, which
could easily have been a walking stick.
"Who brings a walking stick into a bar?" thought No Onion to himself, "This isn't the middle ages.
"Hey, Onion," said one of his pool playing partners, "wanna go for another round?"
No Onion was watching the woman as she sat down, and ordered "the local poison".
"Umm, no. I'll pass."
He put down the pool cue, and continued to watch the woman. He didn't know why, exactly. Yes, she
was new here, but that wasn't it. It wasn't that she was breath-takingly beautiful, either. No
Onion had seen plenty of women as and more beautiful. There was just something different about
this one. He watched as she downed a miller light with ease. She made a face that showed how she
had a distaste of the stuff.
No Onion decided then to sit down next to her.
"Hey, gorgeous," he said in his usual cock-sure way, "can I buy you a drink?"
With out even looking up from her new drink, she answered, "I would prefer you not to."
No Onion was a bit taken aback. Usually by now a woman would be trying to shove her hands down his
pants by now. Yet this one seemed to just not care.
"Are you sure, gorgeous? I wouldn't mind."
She finally looked at him, making sure to move her head slowly so as not to let her hair move.
"Would it make you incredibly happy to buy a drink for me?" she asked quite bluntly.
"Actually, yeah. What would you like? I notice that you showed some distaste for our 'local poison'.
The woman chuckled a bit. "What ever your pocket book chooses is fine with me. I can handle it."
No Onion wanted to see exactly how well she could. He ordered two tequila shots. He gave one to
her, and downed the other one. She did the same. No Onion waited for coughing from the liquid
fire pouring down her throat, but there was none.
"Impressive. That would have dropped most women your size."
"I told you I can handle it." Said the woman with a slight smile.
"Lets just see," said No Onion, with a big smile. He ordered four more shots, and slid two to the
woman. He drank one, and waited for her.
After about five minutes, everyone was watching the drinking contest between No Onion and the
mysterious woman. No Onion was the odds on favorite to win. By now, they had already downed about
fifteen shots a piece, and showed no signs of slowing. After ten minutes, and twenty seven shots
each, they were both slowing down.
"Man," thought No Onion, as best he could through his drunken mind, "this is the longest drinking
contest I've ever been in."
They each had three more shots, and No Onion spoke up. "Hey, gorgeoush. Letsh call it a draw."
"Yeah, shure. Might ash well. Your running out of money."
They both tried to stand up, but they fell, passed out.
* * *
No Onion opened his eyes, and immediately regretted it. He had one of the biggest headaches that
he had ever had. His head was swimming, and he had a God-awful taste in his mouth. He wondered
where the hell he was, and then remembered that whenever customers passed out, the bar owner
would let them sleep it off in a couple of cots in the back room. So he was still at bar. As he
sat up, he heard the loudest snoring he had ever heard. He turned his head, and saw the woman that
he had been drinking against in a cot a few feet away.
Even thru his swimming headache, he noticed how beautiful she was. But, now that her hair was out
of her face, he noticed something else. She had a third pair of eyelids. This freaked him out quite
a bit.
"Does she have a...third eye?"
Upon closer inspection, he discovered that she truly did have a third eye. He was trying to figure
out what to make of it, until she sat up.
"Oh, man. Guess that guy COULD drink a lot more than he looked like." She rubbed her eyes, all
three of them, and then, noticed that No Onion was sitting in a nearby cot, staring at her. She
gasped, and quickly tried to shake her hair into her face.
"It's ok, gorgeous. I already saw it. It freaks me out a bit, but I'll live. What, is it some kinda
freaky scientific experiment?"
"Umm, no. I, errrr, I'm from another planet. Now forget you ever saw me. Forget you ever saw my
third eye, forget everything."
The woman stood up, grabbed her walking stick, which the bar tender had thoughtfully placed near
her cot, and began to leave.
"Hey, gorgeous. You gonna leave without even telling me your name?"
The woman looked at No Onion.
"Opera. Now leave me alone." And she walked out.
No Onion sighed. Out of the room. Out of his life. It was just another woman in a long line.
To Be Continued.
The characters I use here, save No Onion, do not belong to me. They belong to Enix, or whomever
created Star Ocean Two. Debo, Morrigan, and any other Sonic resturant people are based on real
people. The Sonic resturant is a real fast food chain. I can't recive any money for this, so please
don't send it.
Chapter One:
United by Fate
The young man sat up in bed, rubbing his eyes. At first, he was a tad peeved by the fact that he
had woken up before noon, but he then looked at the clock and saw that it was one in the
afternoon, so that thought promptly left him.
He tried his best to rub the sleep from his eyes, and shake the cob webs from his head, but it
was to no avail. It had been a wild night the pervious one, and he felt the ramifications of it.
He ran his fingers thru his long blue bangs, and the rest of his short blue hair. Not every day
do you see a hairstyle like his, with bangs that are down to your nose, and the back of your hair
only two inches long. Add the blue dye to match, and most people would wonder what he was
smoking. This man didn't smoke, however, for he really disliked drugs. Not enough to beat up
someone who did them, but enough to give a groan of displeasure whenever he heard someone talking
about the great high they had.
Finally, his sleep-deadened mind began to remember some of what happened last night. He had gone
to a bar. He usually did after work. There, he had drunken way to much, and danced with about
twenty to thirty different women. And every one of them had been trying to get him into bed. He
wanted to kick himself for not going to bed with one of them. "Shoot," he thought to himself, "I
coulda gone to bed with four or five of them at once, and they would have been willing."
But, he knew that he wouldn't have. He had too much respect for women, even though they would
almost constantly throw themselves at him. Yes, this man, who could literally say just about any
pig headed, stupid, unbelievable pickup line, and still have a woman respond to it, was a virgin.
And it was obviously by the sheerest willpower.
His name was Brian Wells, but he was more commonly called No Onion. This nickname was given to
him by his work buddies at sonic. As he sat up, he thought about his job, and then realized that
he was scheduled to go in at one thirty. Looking at the clock, and seeing that it was one fifteen,
he panicked, and thanked God that the sonic clock was ten minutes slow.
* * *
No Onion walked into work, miraculously five minutes early. The second he walked in, one of the
female carhops grabbed him, and kissed him smack on the lips. He pulled away.
"Morrigan, did you just smoke a cigarette?"
"Uh-huh, why?" said Morrigan, with her southern drawl. No Onion shook his head. Morrigan was cute,
there was no denying that. At five foot three, with short, curly black hair, and freckles, she
was a true cutey. But she ruined it by smoking, a big turn off to No Onion.
"Don't ever kiss me when you've been smoking. In fact, never kiss me please."
"You know I ain't gonna stop trying," she drawled.
"I know," said No Onion with a roll of his eyes. He walked behind the counter, got a Dr.Pepper
from the fountain, and walked to the computer. He clocked in, and walked to the kitchen.
"Well, lookie, lookie, its No Onion."
"Hello, Debo," said No Onion with a sigh. Debo was a big black man. He was six foot six, with
biceps that were bigger than No Onion's head. He was also stupid. He was currently flipping burgers.
As stupid as the man was, he was still a decent fast food cookie. Debo quickly finished putting
the little niceties on a bun, put the patty on it, and put it in the bag. The bag of food was then
taken by someone near the fountain machine, and given to Morrigan. Morrigan then walked out to the
customers car, to give the customer his order. Yes, the sonic fast food restaurant was working
like a well-oiled machine.
* * *
Eight thirty. Time to get off work. No Onion clocked out, and walked outside. Lucky for him,
Morrigan had gotten off about two hours before him, so he didn't need to avoid her. He got in his
car, and sat there for a minute. He had gone out the night before, and didn't REALLY want to go
out again tonight. Truth be told, he got tired of the constant pickups. But, it was either go out,
or go home, maybe see his dad, maybe not. Well, at the least, if he went out, he could at least
play pool. And it wasn't like he ever saw his dad around home anyway. He drove to the local bar,
hoping that they had a fresh supply of liquor after last night.
He pulled into the parking lot, and got out of his car. The second he stepped into the bar, three
of the usual bar flys ran up to him, trying to drag him to the dance floor.
"No thanks, ladies. I just wanna drink a beer, and play some pool. I'll dance a little bit later."
With that, he sat down at the bar, and ordered a Miller light. It tasted like crap, but beer usually
did. He only drank beer when he either won a round of pool, or just wanted to nurse a drink. He
looked around the bar. The only people hanging around were the usual bunch of rejects, as he
lovingly called them. He finished his drink, and walked to the pool table. He played a few rounds
for money, and broke even. He was about to pack up and go home, when a woman walked into the bar.
She had long blonde wavy hair, which covered most of her forehead. She was wearing a long black
dress, low cut, and a big slit up the side. She was also carrying a big piece of metal, which
could easily have been a walking stick.
"Who brings a walking stick into a bar?" thought No Onion to himself, "This isn't the middle ages.
"Hey, Onion," said one of his pool playing partners, "wanna go for another round?"
No Onion was watching the woman as she sat down, and ordered "the local poison".
"Umm, no. I'll pass."
He put down the pool cue, and continued to watch the woman. He didn't know why, exactly. Yes, she
was new here, but that wasn't it. It wasn't that she was breath-takingly beautiful, either. No
Onion had seen plenty of women as and more beautiful. There was just something different about
this one. He watched as she downed a miller light with ease. She made a face that showed how she
had a distaste of the stuff.
No Onion decided then to sit down next to her.
"Hey, gorgeous," he said in his usual cock-sure way, "can I buy you a drink?"
With out even looking up from her new drink, she answered, "I would prefer you not to."
No Onion was a bit taken aback. Usually by now a woman would be trying to shove her hands down his
pants by now. Yet this one seemed to just not care.
"Are you sure, gorgeous? I wouldn't mind."
She finally looked at him, making sure to move her head slowly so as not to let her hair move.
"Would it make you incredibly happy to buy a drink for me?" she asked quite bluntly.
"Actually, yeah. What would you like? I notice that you showed some distaste for our 'local poison'.
The woman chuckled a bit. "What ever your pocket book chooses is fine with me. I can handle it."
No Onion wanted to see exactly how well she could. He ordered two tequila shots. He gave one to
her, and downed the other one. She did the same. No Onion waited for coughing from the liquid
fire pouring down her throat, but there was none.
"Impressive. That would have dropped most women your size."
"I told you I can handle it." Said the woman with a slight smile.
"Lets just see," said No Onion, with a big smile. He ordered four more shots, and slid two to the
woman. He drank one, and waited for her.
After about five minutes, everyone was watching the drinking contest between No Onion and the
mysterious woman. No Onion was the odds on favorite to win. By now, they had already downed about
fifteen shots a piece, and showed no signs of slowing. After ten minutes, and twenty seven shots
each, they were both slowing down.
"Man," thought No Onion, as best he could through his drunken mind, "this is the longest drinking
contest I've ever been in."
They each had three more shots, and No Onion spoke up. "Hey, gorgeoush. Letsh call it a draw."
"Yeah, shure. Might ash well. Your running out of money."
They both tried to stand up, but they fell, passed out.
* * *
No Onion opened his eyes, and immediately regretted it. He had one of the biggest headaches that
he had ever had. His head was swimming, and he had a God-awful taste in his mouth. He wondered
where the hell he was, and then remembered that whenever customers passed out, the bar owner
would let them sleep it off in a couple of cots in the back room. So he was still at bar. As he
sat up, he heard the loudest snoring he had ever heard. He turned his head, and saw the woman that
he had been drinking against in a cot a few feet away.
Even thru his swimming headache, he noticed how beautiful she was. But, now that her hair was out
of her face, he noticed something else. She had a third pair of eyelids. This freaked him out quite
a bit.
"Does she have a...third eye?"
Upon closer inspection, he discovered that she truly did have a third eye. He was trying to figure
out what to make of it, until she sat up.
"Oh, man. Guess that guy COULD drink a lot more than he looked like." She rubbed her eyes, all
three of them, and then, noticed that No Onion was sitting in a nearby cot, staring at her. She
gasped, and quickly tried to shake her hair into her face.
"It's ok, gorgeous. I already saw it. It freaks me out a bit, but I'll live. What, is it some kinda
freaky scientific experiment?"
"Umm, no. I, errrr, I'm from another planet. Now forget you ever saw me. Forget you ever saw my
third eye, forget everything."
The woman stood up, grabbed her walking stick, which the bar tender had thoughtfully placed near
her cot, and began to leave.
"Hey, gorgeous. You gonna leave without even telling me your name?"
The woman looked at No Onion.
"Opera. Now leave me alone." And she walked out.
No Onion sighed. Out of the room. Out of his life. It was just another woman in a long line.
To Be Continued.
