Summary: Ever wondered what it would be like to take the Dynasty Warriors and bring them into our own world at our present time? How will they be able to survive when there is no longer any reason to fight?
It was a beautiful Tuesday morning in West Oaks Ville with the sun rising, shining its glorious rays of sunlight over the small suburban neighborhood. In one particular house at the end of an inner street circle, a girl was sleeping soundly in her bed. A cat was also asleep on the floor in its own bed, tail and head curled together, purring peacefully.
Then all tranquility shattered as the alarm went off.
A hand reached out from under the covers and slammed the dial down of the clock to shut it off. Stretching while yawning loudly, the girl sat up in her bed and rubbed her eyes.
"Back to school…" she murmured, running her hand through her tangled, wild hair.
"Rally! Are you up yet?" an older woman's voice from downstairs called.
"Yes, ma'am! As up as I'll ever be."
The cat also lifted up its head and stretched, meowing up and its mistress. Rally looked down and smiled. "Morning, Skittles," she said, having named the young tomcat after her favorite candy. "Lucky you don't have to go to school, so mind the fort while I'm gone."
Skittles gave a meow as if he had understood and jumped up onto Rally's bed, taking her place at the pillow.
Rally took her brush from her dresser and quickly combed through her hair, tied it in a ponytail, than went to her closet to pick out some clothes. She chose black jeans with matching black boots and a gray sleeveless blouse. She hopped into the bathroom to do her other necessities, than grabbed her books, kissed Skittles on the head and headed downstairs.
When she walked into the kitchen, her mother turned to greet her with a hello, than sighed and shook her head.
"Let me guess," Rally said, sitting down at the table. "You don't like what I'm wearing."
The older woman, who was only in her mid thirties with ravishing golden brown hair placed her hands on her narrow hips and eyed her daughter carefully.
"Rally, it's your first day of your senior year. You're not going to a party."
Rally just reached for some toast and helped herself to bacon strips and hash browns. "What's the difference?"
"Don't you want to make a good impression on your teachers?"
"I'm testing them," she replied.
"How so?" her mother asked, sitting down across the table.
"If the teachers judge me by my outward appearance before they even get to know me, then I don't need to do any good impressions for them."
"Oh, I am not going through this again," Rally's mother said, throwing her hands in the air. She poured herself a cup of coffee and drank it down halfheartedly. "I might be a little late coming home today. There will be a meeting and I just might get a promotion."
Rally's fork clanged onto the plate, having dropped it, now staring at her mother.
"A promotion also meaning a transfer! Mother, you promised I could do my last year here before we moved. I have been able to stay here for over a year, and my closest friends ever live here. We all promised to go through our senior year with our best work ever."
"That'll be something new," her mother said dryly, hoping that her daughter would have been pleased. "You take more into your martial arts and video games than anything else! If you could put as much work into your school studies as you put into our side hobbies, you'll graduate with honors."
Rally finished eating up her breakfast and OJ, grabbed her books and stood up. "See you at Graduation than," she said, kissing her mother as she walked by. "Later!"
Outside, the sun had already fully risen above the horizon, another reason why Rally liked this place so much. School did not start until nine, and still ended at two-thirty.
She pulled off the cover of her Mitsubishi 3000 GT, hopped in and turned the ignition. The engine roared to life as she put the gear in reverse and pulled out the driveway, driving backwards half way around the circle, then put it into drive and zoomed off.
Along the way to school, Rally always picked up her friend, Selin, who lived down the main highway halfway to school.
Rally stopped in front of Selin's house and honked the horn. Several seconds later, another golden brown haired girl came out of the door with just her purse and a small notebook. She climbed into the passenger's seat and gave her friend a cheerful morning smile. Rally could never figure out how one could be so "up and at 'em" all through the day.
"Good morning, Ral. What's new?"
"School, and its still a bunch of bull," Rally replied. That had been her morning response for a year straight. She wasn't about to break the tradition.
Selin laughed and rolled her eyes as Rally drove off back onto the highway. "You just hate it more than usually right now because it's taking you away from you computer and games."
"And?" was the only tomboy's reply.
"So what game are you into now?" Selin asked.
"You always ask that even though you never heard of the game," Rally said instead.
"So? I just like hearing the titles. Besides, I hear about them eventually from my younger brother."
"Well, if you do recall, I've been into the Dynasty Warriors."
"Ah, yes. What number are you at now? Three?"
"Pffft," Rally said. "Long gone and done. I'm on four now, and even that's beaten. I'm just doing all the little side-jobs there are."
"Side jobs?"
"You know, like getting the items and upgrading your characters to the max. You don't necessarily have to do that, but if you want to truly say you've beaten the game, you should."
"Ah," Selin said, trying to fully understand. "Well, what else have you done this summer?"
Rally only gave her a side-glance.
"Oh, come on, girl! It's our senior year. Did you apply for any colleges yet? What about you're SAT and ACT?"
"SAT, I seriously bombed. I didn't even break a thousand. ACT I have yet to take. Hopefully I'll do well on that. They say if you do horrible on one, you're bound to do fantastic on the other."
"We'll see. Your in Advance Placement classes this year, aren't you? I hope you make it through."
"Geez, it's like you're the younger version of my mother!" Rally said, stepping on the gas.
"Wow, slow down, Rally. Don't start the year off with a speeding ticket."
Rally only ignored her friend's warning, keeping at a steady fifty-five when the speed limit was only forty. She had done that all the time though, knowing the police never showed up on that side of town. What she had said about her friend though was true. Both her friend and mother were beautiful women with hair that caught the rays of the sun. Rally was an inch taller than Selin, almost six foot tall, but Selin held elegance and charm, whereas Rally kept to herself and did her own thing, not meaning to please anyone.
She looked in the rear view mirror than and blew a strand of brown hair out of her face. Being a brunette, who were thought to be "cute" girls, her hair was just massively thick, long, and wild.
Only the bad boys were into her, and fat chance of her mother dating one of those. Though a rich girl with a classy car and house in a snazzy neighborhood, people would think she could have whatever she wanted, but she turned out to be one of the loneliest people ever, never satisfied with anything.
At school, Rally went through the day ignoring the disapproving looks her new teachers gave her. So what if she looked like a rebel? A grade A+ troublemaker? She would be one of the quietest students they ever had, and never mind if they still didn't know her name by Christmas Break.
She met up with some other people she had met the year before, but she and Selin always stuck to one another. Though complete opposites in personality wise, they thought of one another as sisters. And if they ever told anyone that, they would believe it.
Riding back home, the backseat was covered with notebooks and packets the girls had to read through and let their mothers sign. Rally even had homework already from her AP classes.
"Jesus, you should have been in there, Selin! Economics is already the pits and its only the first day. We have to read chapters one through seven tonight and write a two page essay on each one."
"Man, that is harsh," Selin said. "On what?"
"Just summarizing it all up, than explaining why it's important for us to know this and give an example of when we'll have to use such information."
"Eck…it's like those 'How To' essays we always did in the fourth grade."
"Tell me about it. You coming over today?"
"Sure, but just for a little while. I have book study tonight."
Another thing where the girls were completely opposite of: religion. Rally was catholic, but her only real commitment was going to church with her mother ever Sunday. Sure, she went to the "Continuing Christian Education" or otherwise known as "CCE" classes, but she never really paid attention or absorbed any of the lessons in. Selin, on the other hand, was a devoted Jehovah's Witness, where everything was completely different from what Rally had been taught. Though remarkably, the two girls had never gotten into a debate about their differences. Hell, they had never gotten into an argument, period!
Back in Rally's room, Selin sat down on the floor, gently petting Skittles who purred with delight in response. Rally threw her books to the side of her bed and sat in her blue loaf chair in front of the TV, turned on her PlayStation 2, and loaded in Dynasty Warriors 4.
Selin blinked. "You have all that homework, and you're not even going to start on it?"
"I got advisory before Economics. I can do it than, and there's even lunch if I don't finish it."
"That's still only an hour. You'll probably need three to read through the book, than another two to write it all up."
"Nah," was the only thing Rally said. "Hey, how about spending the night over?"
"It's a school night, Ral. Not going to work."
"You can just dress into my clothes tomorrow morning. A lot of your other stuff is still here too."
Selin laughed and just took the second player controller, joining in on the game.
About two hours later and one Musou Mode complete, there was a loud crack of thunder not far in the distance.
"Wow," Selin said, standing up to stretch. "That sounded bad. I better get home before the rain starts pouring in."
"Too late," Rally said, pulling up the blinds of her window to look out. "It's coming in like cats and dogs."
Skittles meowed at the ancient expression.
"I'll call my mother to come pick me up," Selin said, picking up the phone. There was no dial tone. "The phone's dead."
The TV screen went back to playing the opening credits of the game after a while of no activity from the players. Rally turned down the volume and opened the door. "Mom! Is it all right if I drive Selin home?"
There was no answer.
"Mom?"
Rally stepped out into the hallway and got to the foot of the stairs when she recalled that her mother would be working late. "Well, I guess I have permission than."
"You sure?" Selin asked, shutting the door behind her. "You got hydro planes on those tires of yours, right?"
"Of course," Rally said, heading downstairs. "If you're that worried though, you can stay here."
"I'm considering it," Selin said as another crack of thunder shook the whole house. "Dang, its right on top of us."
Rally went to the front door and opened it up halfway. The street was already flooded up to the curb even though there were two drains on both sides of the street. The bad thing was though that the street was leveled downward, and the drains couldn't absorb the water quick enough.
"Damn!" Rally cursed, running into the kitchen to grab her keys. "I got to bring it into the garage, otherwise the water can carry my car away."
"Dude," Selin said, whistling. "That just came down fast, didn't it? I never even heard the rain until now."
"Stay inside. I'll be right back."
Rally than took off running outside, slamming the door behind her. She pulled off the cover of her car and hoped in. She lifted down a slot from the top of the car that held the garage door opener and pushed it. The metal door in front of her lifted up, allowing her safe passage inside. She pulled the car next to the space where her mother's Jaguar usually was and placed the soaking wet cover next to it. Shutting the garage door, Rally jumped as lighting struck the telephone pole right next to her house, sparks flying everywhere.
"Shit!"
She shut the garage door and was back in the kitchen, rinsing out her hair in the sink and taking off her shoes to leave by the door. She ran back upstairs to her room, already yelling, "Holy crap, Selin! You should have just seen that last struck of lighting! It hit the telephone pole and—"
When she opened the door, Selin was nowhere to be found. Skittles was on her bed, her tail bushier than an electrocuted dust ball.
"Aw, Skittles, its okay," Rally said, calming the cat down. Skittles gave out a little yelp and hid behind the pillow.
"Selin? Hey, where are you?"
She went to go look in the bathroom, but it was empty. She looked in the other rooms upstairs but they were also empty. She even looked downstairs, but Selin was nowhere to be found.
Going back up into her room, Rally thought she might be hiding. "All right, Selin. Come on out! We can go downstairs and make something to eat."
The room had become incredibly dark from the gray storm clouds outside. Rally flicked on her light switch, but the light never went on.
"Oh great," Rally said. "The electricity is out."
She realized than that that could not be, as the TV was still on with the Dynasty Warriors on the TV screen.
"The hell—?"
Rally than went around the house again, trying everything else electric to see if it would work. Nothing.
"Then how is that still on?" she asked herself aloud, walking back into her room.
She looked down at the PS2 console and saw the power light was off too. The light on the first controller was off as well, but the second one was on.
"That is the craziest cross of wires I've ever seen."
She picked up the first controller than and was about to hit start when another bolt of lightning hit the telephone pole. Rally was starting to get a bit uneasy. "I thought lightning never struck in the same place twice, especially during the same storm!"
She hit the start button than, and the screen flashed a blinding white light at her, engulfing the whole room. The TV itself began to shake and sizzle, Rally turning around to run, thinking it was going to blow. Her hand had just touched the knob of the door when she vanished.
Skittles peeked his head out over the pillow and saw the TV was still on, the console was not, and now both controllers were lit up.
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Eck! Bear with me. I know it's a cheap way of being transported, but I'm new at this. R&R and tell me of what you think so far. Also, please tell me who the girls should bring back with them!