Hmm, this seems to be one of the only Foodon fic out there for now.
Woohoo! I one of the first!!! Anyhoo, I wrote this story as if it were
ten years into..aw hell! You can just read it and find out. I don't own
Fighting Foodons, or any of the characters from it, but some of the pop-ins
are my own creations. I'VE ONLY SEEN UP TO THE EPISODE WHERE CHASE AND HIS
FRIENDS REUNITE AFTER BANANNA ISLAND, SO I DON'T KNOW WHAT COMES NEXT!!!
Oh yeah! I totally think that Albert and Kayla would make a great couple so I've written a story devoted to them! If you feel the need to flame, please don't chew me out completely! Thank you and enjoy!
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10 years have passed. Has it really been 10 years since then? Sadly, yes it has and nothing has changed. The great war still rages below our feet against the Glutton empire run by King Gorge. I have now stopped traveling and have settled down at the front-line base. It is us who stop the real attacks from hitting the world. I myself am not a master chef but the setter. My job is to taste newly chefs' work and rank them in our resistance army. Everything has stayed the same since 10 years ago. Well, almost everything..
The base I reside on is located on the shore of the Red Wine Ocean, hidden deep under the sand. I prefer to spend most of my time topside on the beach since I'm only good for placing new chefs in rank. I sigh and bring my knees closed to my chest, setting my chin down on them. I watch the sun rising in the horizon, bringing forth a new day. My mouth is dead set in a frown even though the sight I watch could make anyone smile. I remember a time when all I ever did was smile and laugh.
There would be times when my brother would scold me for being too cheerful, but I would laugh and tell him 'Since you're always so grumpy, someone need to smile'. That was long ago, seven years ago to be exact. When we came to this base, my brother, friends and I, it all ended. My smiles, my laughter, my hope. They disappeared with the blink of an eye, only to be replaced days later by tragedy, brooding and despair. Now, I live only to hope that one day, the next generation will be happier than I am. Sure, I may smile to others and act cheerful, but it's all fake. Every smile, every laugh and ever word of hope.
The breeze toys with my hair, pulling a few aqua locks out of its ponytail. I tuck them behind my ear and wipe away my tears that have begun to fall. It seems that all I ever to when I'm alone is cry; cry to my hearts' content. I cry for everything that I've lost in my life and what nothing I have left. The ones that I care not to smear away, fall to the sand and dissolve. The sun has risen higher and makes me turn away. Running along both sides of the beach is an amazing tropical jungle, which helps us in sudden attacks or armies marching by.
I head something from behind me, but I pay it no mind. I know that it's one of the platoon chefs, sent to fetch me for some more setting. Once again he calls out, and again I don't listen. On the third try, he shouts the loudest, "Miss Kayla! Where are you??"
With a soft sigh, I stretch out my limbs, stand and turn around. From the jungle emerges a young man, maybe 24 or so. I never really cared to pay attention. I pull a tight smile and ask, "What can I do for you?" I want to laugh at how false my voice sounds, but I manage to keep my cheesy smile.
He bends over to catch his breath for a moment before deciding to speak, "The..the commander wants to see you. Something about setting more recruits."
I hold back the urge to roll my eyes, which is all the commander ever wants to see me about. "Alright, thank you for coming to find me." He gives me the biggest and stupidest smile I have ever seen; probably from my compliment.
"Any time." With that, he disappears back into the jungle depths. For a moment, I pause and stare at the rising sun. I have the oddest feeling that things are about to change drastically.
To be continued..
Oh yeah! I totally think that Albert and Kayla would make a great couple so I've written a story devoted to them! If you feel the need to flame, please don't chew me out completely! Thank you and enjoy!
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10 years have passed. Has it really been 10 years since then? Sadly, yes it has and nothing has changed. The great war still rages below our feet against the Glutton empire run by King Gorge. I have now stopped traveling and have settled down at the front-line base. It is us who stop the real attacks from hitting the world. I myself am not a master chef but the setter. My job is to taste newly chefs' work and rank them in our resistance army. Everything has stayed the same since 10 years ago. Well, almost everything..
The base I reside on is located on the shore of the Red Wine Ocean, hidden deep under the sand. I prefer to spend most of my time topside on the beach since I'm only good for placing new chefs in rank. I sigh and bring my knees closed to my chest, setting my chin down on them. I watch the sun rising in the horizon, bringing forth a new day. My mouth is dead set in a frown even though the sight I watch could make anyone smile. I remember a time when all I ever did was smile and laugh.
There would be times when my brother would scold me for being too cheerful, but I would laugh and tell him 'Since you're always so grumpy, someone need to smile'. That was long ago, seven years ago to be exact. When we came to this base, my brother, friends and I, it all ended. My smiles, my laughter, my hope. They disappeared with the blink of an eye, only to be replaced days later by tragedy, brooding and despair. Now, I live only to hope that one day, the next generation will be happier than I am. Sure, I may smile to others and act cheerful, but it's all fake. Every smile, every laugh and ever word of hope.
The breeze toys with my hair, pulling a few aqua locks out of its ponytail. I tuck them behind my ear and wipe away my tears that have begun to fall. It seems that all I ever to when I'm alone is cry; cry to my hearts' content. I cry for everything that I've lost in my life and what nothing I have left. The ones that I care not to smear away, fall to the sand and dissolve. The sun has risen higher and makes me turn away. Running along both sides of the beach is an amazing tropical jungle, which helps us in sudden attacks or armies marching by.
I head something from behind me, but I pay it no mind. I know that it's one of the platoon chefs, sent to fetch me for some more setting. Once again he calls out, and again I don't listen. On the third try, he shouts the loudest, "Miss Kayla! Where are you??"
With a soft sigh, I stretch out my limbs, stand and turn around. From the jungle emerges a young man, maybe 24 or so. I never really cared to pay attention. I pull a tight smile and ask, "What can I do for you?" I want to laugh at how false my voice sounds, but I manage to keep my cheesy smile.
He bends over to catch his breath for a moment before deciding to speak, "The..the commander wants to see you. Something about setting more recruits."
I hold back the urge to roll my eyes, which is all the commander ever wants to see me about. "Alright, thank you for coming to find me." He gives me the biggest and stupidest smile I have ever seen; probably from my compliment.
"Any time." With that, he disappears back into the jungle depths. For a moment, I pause and stare at the rising sun. I have the oddest feeling that things are about to change drastically.
To be continued..
