Disclaimer: runs into big Tokyo office building and comes out with tons
of s.CRY.ed legal forms I got it! I got it!
A Long Author's Note: In case you were wondering, no, this will not have any of the original characters as this takes place about 20 years in the future. Forgot to mention that, lol. I will put a little bit of references to Kazuma and Ryuho, though. And also sorry this took so long, I was a bit mixed-up about the ending. I really just made this up as I went along, contrary to my usual thinking absolutely every detail in my head, and cutting it DOWN as I write it. And I'm using a new separator. Anyway here you are, Chapter 1 of Sail Peak Island, which takes place roughly the same time Isao is marching around yelling "Dammit, Kia!" in his office.
Sail Peak Island
Chapter One: Meet Chris and Raphael
A short 12 year old boy, with brown hair, deep blue eyes, iron mail gloves, and normal jeans and a jacket was running up a hill. At the top of the hill he jumped in a hole. At the bottom of a hole was a small cottage built into the hill. "Raph? You here?" This boy was Chris, possessor of the Heavy Metal alter and the youngest person ever to fight off a class B.
The new HOLY never goes through the trouble to send actual class As. Why? They sometimes thought. We're class As, aren't we?
Now a tall, 16 year old boy with long dirty blonde hair, grey eyes, a dark suede jacket, and beige pants with a scabbard on them came out. "They gone yet?" This was Raphael, holder of the Rapier de Rouen, the youngest to ever fight four class Cs (not from what happened in the prologue) at once.
"I just saw a big motorboat carrying 5 bodies and one guy with 3 casts back to the mainland, so I guess." "Good. You know that one body splattered in red?" "Yeah..."
Raphael lied down on the top of a bunk bed and closed his eyes. "That was the one that got to use his alter. He clapped and his hands transformed into two sharp flats of ice." "So you cut them off?"
At this point Chris was making a milkshake so Raphael had to shout to be heard. "Yeah, then I slashed his back."
The ceiling of the room was very high, so Raphael withdrew a beautiful pronged short sword with a leather hilt, mentally flattened the blade, and started levitating it a few feet above his head. The sword dropped and Raphael made it fly to the kitchen to sever the milkshake machine cord from the wall. The sword flew back, hovered over his head, mentally made it to it's original shape, and put it back in the scabbard. "Hey!" "Chris. Make it with the blender. That thing is super annoying." "I'm done anyway." Raphael jumped off and grabbed the biggest one before Chris could even reach them. They walked on top of the hill and looked out at the ocean.
"How can we have such a nice view on one side," Chris started, and they turned around. "And such a crappy view on this side?" On the other side were tall towers, smokestacks, tons of smog, an ugly port factory city. Only 9 kilometers away. Raphael looked back at the ocean. "Because, Chris, THIS side isn't trying to kill us."
Again, sorry this is so short, I had more but this is a better ending so I cut it off and will try to find room later in the story, as this is just Isao screaming stuff.
Parallel-Blue- Yay! Thanks, I reviewed yours as well, looks nice!
Anyone else who might have stumbled upon this: TY for reading!
www.scryedanime.com
A Long Author's Note: In case you were wondering, no, this will not have any of the original characters as this takes place about 20 years in the future. Forgot to mention that, lol. I will put a little bit of references to Kazuma and Ryuho, though. And also sorry this took so long, I was a bit mixed-up about the ending. I really just made this up as I went along, contrary to my usual thinking absolutely every detail in my head, and cutting it DOWN as I write it. And I'm using a new separator. Anyway here you are, Chapter 1 of Sail Peak Island, which takes place roughly the same time Isao is marching around yelling "Dammit, Kia!" in his office.
Sail Peak Island
Chapter One: Meet Chris and Raphael
A short 12 year old boy, with brown hair, deep blue eyes, iron mail gloves, and normal jeans and a jacket was running up a hill. At the top of the hill he jumped in a hole. At the bottom of a hole was a small cottage built into the hill. "Raph? You here?" This boy was Chris, possessor of the Heavy Metal alter and the youngest person ever to fight off a class B.
The new HOLY never goes through the trouble to send actual class As. Why? They sometimes thought. We're class As, aren't we?
Now a tall, 16 year old boy with long dirty blonde hair, grey eyes, a dark suede jacket, and beige pants with a scabbard on them came out. "They gone yet?" This was Raphael, holder of the Rapier de Rouen, the youngest to ever fight four class Cs (not from what happened in the prologue) at once.
"I just saw a big motorboat carrying 5 bodies and one guy with 3 casts back to the mainland, so I guess." "Good. You know that one body splattered in red?" "Yeah..."
Raphael lied down on the top of a bunk bed and closed his eyes. "That was the one that got to use his alter. He clapped and his hands transformed into two sharp flats of ice." "So you cut them off?"
At this point Chris was making a milkshake so Raphael had to shout to be heard. "Yeah, then I slashed his back."
The ceiling of the room was very high, so Raphael withdrew a beautiful pronged short sword with a leather hilt, mentally flattened the blade, and started levitating it a few feet above his head. The sword dropped and Raphael made it fly to the kitchen to sever the milkshake machine cord from the wall. The sword flew back, hovered over his head, mentally made it to it's original shape, and put it back in the scabbard. "Hey!" "Chris. Make it with the blender. That thing is super annoying." "I'm done anyway." Raphael jumped off and grabbed the biggest one before Chris could even reach them. They walked on top of the hill and looked out at the ocean.
"How can we have such a nice view on one side," Chris started, and they turned around. "And such a crappy view on this side?" On the other side were tall towers, smokestacks, tons of smog, an ugly port factory city. Only 9 kilometers away. Raphael looked back at the ocean. "Because, Chris, THIS side isn't trying to kill us."
Again, sorry this is so short, I had more but this is a better ending so I cut it off and will try to find room later in the story, as this is just Isao screaming stuff.
Parallel-Blue- Yay! Thanks, I reviewed yours as well, looks nice!
Anyone else who might have stumbled upon this: TY for reading!
www.scryedanime.com