So, as for the dissy, Mega Man belongs to Capcom, not me, and it probably never will, either. Now, on with craziness!

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A cloud of sand rose and fell under the heat of the arid sun as a dusty truck chugged along a pathway that cut right through the grassy hills of the Bushido Dojo in rural Japan. The truck screeched suddenly to a stop, and the driver clicked open the door.

A tall, sun-tanned man descended the silver steps that had magically flown out when the truck screeched to a halt. Clad in a cameo-coloured shirt and pants, the man adjusted the shades balanced on his nose and waited patiently as the truck's two passengers got out.

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Three people were pursuing the dojo's grassy countryside on their way to the training building itself: Lan Hikari, notorious good guy and evilfighter (odd, even his parents didn't know about it), his mother and their tour guide, a Japanese guy called Yoshiro Nakamura.

"Lan!" Haruka Hikari called impatiently. Lan, being who he was, had done something rash and totally animeish - which is basically secret-agent code for falling into a five-foot ditch.

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Lan: Under no circumstances am I an idiot for falling in that ditch. He is. (glares)

Lloyd: Hey, I am in a video game, you know. Tales of Symphonia!

Lan: So am I.

Lloyd: I still like myself better than you. Not to mention, I'm about six and a half years older, so I'd have to be smarter than you.

Lan: Prove it.

Pikasqueaks: This could get crazy…

Thecrazyfanficcer: (grins evilly) Very crazy indeed, if I do say so myself. Let's watch. It's one PET - do PET's work in Sylvarant? I mean, the Desian base has pretty high tech, you know – versus a two-bladed "Drifting Swordsman."

Lloyd: Very funny, Fanficcer. We all know I'm smarter.

Lan: Ah ha. And yes, I shall throw this blue personal terminal at you. (chunks PET over Lloyd's head)

Lloyd: What in the world? Ah well, might as well do this the easy way.

Fanficcer and Pikasqueaks watch in somewhat horrifying fascination as the sword-wielding teen chases Lan clear into oblivion…

Pikasqueaks: What about the fic?

Thecrazyfanficcer: Oh yeah… Well, whatever. (snaps fingers and Lloyd disappears)

Now, on with the crazy fanfic!

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Lan grinned sheepishly and put one hand on top of the ditch. His mother grinned back, suddenly and evilly, offering one hand to her son so that he was hoisted out of the rut-like hole.

A grin flickered around Yoshiro Nakamura's lips, but once his two customers were both ready and at attention - though one of them was splattered from the collar of his orange jacket to the tips of his black shorts with mud - he gestured from the truck driver to go back to the DenTech trucks-for-hire base.

Yoshiro faced forward, looked back at the other two, then faced the direction of the dojo. "Shall we begin?"

Haruka nodded apologetically, nudging her son's ribs with her elbow. Lan made an expression of mock outrage before nodding when Yoshiro wasn't looking.

"Yes. My son here is - ah - occasionally clumsy. I ask of you to forgive him."

"It is nothing at all, Hikari-san," the tall tour guide replied, reaching up a hand to brush his smooth black hair out of his face. "We get that all the time."

As the trio began their trek up the small slope that led to the more densely populated area of the dojo, Yoshiro began his narrative. "The Bushido Dojo was founded in 1889 (the year Nintendo was first invented! Yay!) by the brothers Shikazu and Kiroji, two young warriors who saw an equal need for peace in the land. Separated at birth but reunited once more in the year preceding the dojo's opening, the two decided to create a building where they could train young warriors in peace and happiness.

"As the years progressed, the dojo flourished into a thriving hive of activity where young warriors could train for the challenges they would face as adults. Even now, in an age where PET's and NetBattling rule all else, the Bushido Dojo ignores these technological advancements and continues its way as it trains talented young people so that they can become warriors of exceptional skill and power. But, once in a while, a piece of advanced technology is found amongst the dormitories' residents." Yoshiro finished his narrative, a smile flickering around his lips again with the last sentence.

As the tall young tour guide went on to explain the scenery of the dojo and more history, Lan found himself zoning out. He avoided further embarrassment by shaking his head to clear himself and glancing nonchalantly at the landscape framing either side of the pathway as the main buildings came more and more into sight. Pink sakura trees had been planted at either side of the road, and if he squinted Lan could see koi ponds every now and then, the colourful leaping fish jumping out of the water as their multicoloured scales glimmered in the dying sunlight.

"And here we are at the actual dojo itself. It's separated in two buildings: the dormitories where the kids sleep and the training school. I'll let you two sleep in the dormitories for tonight, then we'll continue the tour tomorrow. When it's over, you guys are free to do whatever you want," Yoshiro finished, opening the door of the dormitories building with one hand. "For help ask the manager over there," he explained, pointing to a door set in the eastern wall before bowing and making his way out.