Disclaimer: I own nothing having to do with project .hack, except for a collection of DVDs and the games. Any characters from .hack are in a strict copyright protection law.
Author's Notes: Took me long enough to continue I've taken a long (well-deserved, I might add) break from Fan fiction. It was then (starting last week) I began to get flooded with random fan emails and IM's for my Soul Calibur 2 fan fictions and a few for this one (surprisingly, as I only wrote one chapter). Read on.
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Ch. 2 - A Menace Called Yoko
Darkness, menacing darkness surrounded the player Yoko. No shirt, thin yet muscular, medium black hair, white gloves, long brown pants, a strange tattooed design upon his back. The look on his young face was almost disturbing how innocent yet devilishly smiled it seemed. Where was he? It couldn't be the world… or was it. No, it was outside the world, but directly connected to it. It was the virus… or at least where it was made.
He took a step and the blackness shattered away like glass, reforming into a tiny ball that he held in his hand. He was now in a dungeon, more uncommon one as it was easily unidentified to him, but that was not his mission. He was standing right next to the Gott Statue, waiting for any random number of players to show. It was then a party of three walked in. "Right on schedule…." Yoko said as the three looked at him strangely.
"Why are you here?" said the first one, who was a female with long blonde hair, red dress, and a wave master staff in hand.
The second one asked him more persistently, "And why haven't you taken the treasure?"
The third one was easily recognizable as the first fighter from Don Loreag (which obviously Yoko had never met before). He kept silent as he raised his sword, ready to fight for the Golden Box.
Yoko menacingly laughed as released the black orb, and it formed… Their cries were hideously muffed by the depths of the dungeon.
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Mimiru was silently sitting resting, as she lay in the grass in field ((456)), minding her own business as she stared up at the sky… knowing all this wasn't real, but it seemed so real… it was then that a familiar figure happened to walk by.
"Egh--- it's YOU." She would say in a disgusted tone.
"Awe, I thought you liked me Mimiru." Sora would say snickering.
She would sigh, "Don't you ever leave people alone?"
"Nope, never."
"What did you come for, to bug me?"
"Possibly--- but for once, nay."
"Really…?"
"Yeah, I came to ask you something of importance…"
"What would that be?"
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"You want me to join… your team?" He questioned. "Yeah, we saw you fight, your damn good…" replied Wolfe. He scratched his and stuck his javelin into the ground, as he got into a casual stance, his hands resting loosely in his pockets. He would then bring one out to his chin, and rub it. He would say, "Well you know…. lemme' think. I would have to say---"
"Yes?" Wolfe assumed.
"No." He smiled, and grabbed his weapon. He began to walk away, "C'mon Walo." As the little gruntie hopped onto his shoulder. Kriticos smiled, and closed his eyes, "Yeah figures… he's arrogant, just like he fought…" As Wolfe ran up to Magicka, "No?"
"No," He said, as Wolfe stopped. "Son of a bitch…" the armored man would say. He continued walking, and waved them off with a flick of his wrist, then yelled back, "I've got better things to do, besides, I'm sure we've wasted at least and hour standing here chatting already." As he walked away, Hokusai breathed behind him, "Fifty-six minutes…"
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Menacing cackled echoed through the halls of the dungeon, as Yoko walked through it. He stopped as the black orb floated around his body in an orbit, he nodded over his shoulder slightly, taking a look of the remains of the scene. There was nothing but black, fiery ash, and the outlines of three people on the walls.
Author's Notes: Took me long enough to continue I've taken a long (well-deserved, I might add) break from Fan fiction. It was then (starting last week) I began to get flooded with random fan emails and IM's for my Soul Calibur 2 fan fictions and a few for this one (surprisingly, as I only wrote one chapter). Read on.
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Ch. 2 - A Menace Called Yoko
Darkness, menacing darkness surrounded the player Yoko. No shirt, thin yet muscular, medium black hair, white gloves, long brown pants, a strange tattooed design upon his back. The look on his young face was almost disturbing how innocent yet devilishly smiled it seemed. Where was he? It couldn't be the world… or was it. No, it was outside the world, but directly connected to it. It was the virus… or at least where it was made.
He took a step and the blackness shattered away like glass, reforming into a tiny ball that he held in his hand. He was now in a dungeon, more uncommon one as it was easily unidentified to him, but that was not his mission. He was standing right next to the Gott Statue, waiting for any random number of players to show. It was then a party of three walked in. "Right on schedule…." Yoko said as the three looked at him strangely.
"Why are you here?" said the first one, who was a female with long blonde hair, red dress, and a wave master staff in hand.
The second one asked him more persistently, "And why haven't you taken the treasure?"
The third one was easily recognizable as the first fighter from Don Loreag (which obviously Yoko had never met before). He kept silent as he raised his sword, ready to fight for the Golden Box.
Yoko menacingly laughed as released the black orb, and it formed… Their cries were hideously muffed by the depths of the dungeon.
~*^*~
Mimiru was silently sitting resting, as she lay in the grass in field ((456)), minding her own business as she stared up at the sky… knowing all this wasn't real, but it seemed so real… it was then that a familiar figure happened to walk by.
"Egh--- it's YOU." She would say in a disgusted tone.
"Awe, I thought you liked me Mimiru." Sora would say snickering.
She would sigh, "Don't you ever leave people alone?"
"Nope, never."
"What did you come for, to bug me?"
"Possibly--- but for once, nay."
"Really…?"
"Yeah, I came to ask you something of importance…"
"What would that be?"
~*^*~
"You want me to join… your team?" He questioned. "Yeah, we saw you fight, your damn good…" replied Wolfe. He scratched his and stuck his javelin into the ground, as he got into a casual stance, his hands resting loosely in his pockets. He would then bring one out to his chin, and rub it. He would say, "Well you know…. lemme' think. I would have to say---"
"Yes?" Wolfe assumed.
"No." He smiled, and grabbed his weapon. He began to walk away, "C'mon Walo." As the little gruntie hopped onto his shoulder. Kriticos smiled, and closed his eyes, "Yeah figures… he's arrogant, just like he fought…" As Wolfe ran up to Magicka, "No?"
"No," He said, as Wolfe stopped. "Son of a bitch…" the armored man would say. He continued walking, and waved them off with a flick of his wrist, then yelled back, "I've got better things to do, besides, I'm sure we've wasted at least and hour standing here chatting already." As he walked away, Hokusai breathed behind him, "Fifty-six minutes…"
~*^*~
Menacing cackled echoed through the halls of the dungeon, as Yoko walked through it. He stopped as the black orb floated around his body in an orbit, he nodded over his shoulder slightly, taking a look of the remains of the scene. There was nothing but black, fiery ash, and the outlines of three people on the walls.
