Jak and I filed for divorce, and I was kicked out of MY OWN APARTMENT. Yeah, he was THAT mad he wanted me out of the home I originally owned before his little butt came in. Shesh... Anyway, he waited in the main room while I got whatever left of my stuff from the bedroom. I pre-packed. I got down to my knees, and opened the drawer in side table next to the bed. Errol passed by Jak slowly with his head up high and his hands behind his back casually. The blonde glared at him as he passed him. But neither said nothing. I ruffled through papers, and once I picked them up, something slid out and fell on the floor. Looking down on the object, I sighed, picking it up. I studied it. It was the mood crystal Jak had given me when Errol was still a cybernetic maniac.
"What's that?" Errol asked me calmly, sitting on the bed.
"Oh, nothing really. Something Jak gave me while you were a 8 foot insane cyborg thing." I said quietly, standing up. He cocked his eyebrow.
"I was 7 feet tall."
"Exactly."
I walked by him, causing him to get a dumb look on his face for a second. Soon after he followed. Jak crossed his arms, looking away as I came in. I showed him the crystal.
"Here. Something to remember our relationship by."
He looked at me, then the crystal. He took it, and before any of us knew it both me and Errol were out of there. Jak squeezed the rock tight in his palm, in a moment of anger.
Torn for whatever reason, had a strange urge to cut his dreads out a week later. It was all short, shaggy, and he looked like a total dork. Well... That's what Daxter likes to describe it. I guess he was looking for a new appearance. He'd had that hair doo since like, FOREVER. Ashlin flipped, and kept on calling him a panzy. Everyone, including me, acted like children when it came to irritating Torn until he chews us out after he had enough after a few days. Errol still rolls his eyes and grins whenever he glances at him. Anyway, yeah.
Errol was in Haven's newly opened Gym/ Workout Room that Sig opened in celebration of Haven's 90th birthday. Only the precursors know why we celebrate the opening of that poor excuse of a city. Zamekhein was shooting hoops flawlessly. He only missed once. A trickle of sweat flowed down his face as he stopped for some air. He was wearing a grey tank top, and workout shorts and sneakers. You know, casual workout clothing. He was the only one there, mainly because he arrived bright and early. A door opened, and came with it the sound of someone walking in.
Errol paused, and turned around holding the basketball once it bounced to him.
"Well Well.. Some cardio work, dear brother?" Razer chuckled.
He wasn't wearing his red robe-like thing he always wears to look expensive and fancy. Instead, apparently expensive workout clothes. Figures... That caught Errol's' attention big time.
He just dumbly stared at him. It was the first time they met since they were teenagers, excusing that time when Derrick stabbed me and he glared at him, then killed my son. Errol was 14, Razer was 17. "If you're not going to say something, I will..." Razer spoke in his French accent.
"It's been a long time." The red head breathed.
"It has been hasn't it." Razer grinned, for a slight pause and said as he frowned continuing on, "I thought you were dead." He pulled out a cigarette from his back pocket and lighting it. Errol looked away.
"I was." He murmured.
"Oh?" Razer asked in interest.
"So you're actually not here and this is all but a dream?"
Errol glared at him. "No. I'm right here in the flesh. I was.. resurrected in some way or another." He said lowly. "Let me get this straight. You died, and you were dead for a while, then you were resurrected by the precursors?" Razer was beginning to not know what to believe. Errol took in a deep sigh.
"Yeah. But lets talk about this later. I'm busy." He suggested, turning to shoot a hoop.
"Wait, little brother! Lets continue talking about this, shall we?" Razer urged, stepping closer and taking a puff of his cigarette. Errol ignored him as he dribbled the ball and shot hoops. Razer grew impatient.
He ran into the game, deserting the cigarette, and coming in the game and stealing the ball and slam dunking the basketball. He lingered for a moment on the hoop, then dropped right in front of Errol. He gave Razer a dirty look.
"Now I remember how I became a Krimson Guard out of choice. To get away from you, cause I hated you! You always got up in my face and never got out of my business!" He spat, looking up at him.
Razer was pretty tall compared to Errol at 6" 5 compared to his 5" 11 height. All Razer could do was chuckle. He locked his arm around Errol's neck, and gave him a noogie, messing up his hair doo.
"Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning. But annoying little brothers is what older brothers are for!"
He spoke in his French accent again.
"If I can't annoy the hell out of you, what's the point in not getting up in your business at all?"
Errol pushed him away hard. "You're being childish. Not only that you smell like cigarette smoke." He growled, attempting to fix his now poofy-like ragged red hair. Razer laughed, "Thanks for noticing."
"Smoking is extremely unattractive." Errol mumbled under his breath so he wouldn't hear it. The former KG colonel left the building pissed. He still had a grudge on his brother from his childhood. But that's another story entirely.
As he walked home, he walked past a wanted sign. He paused, then backed up to look at it. There was a picture of Razer on it. Below it read:
WANTED:
Razer Zamekhein.
Extremely Dangerous and possibly armed.
Charged with sexual assault and attempted murder.
Enjoys bars, including The Bloody Hook in Kras City.
Large reward for anyone who turns him in.
Errol frowned, remembering what happened just a few minutes before. He imbedded his fist on his brother's picture angrily, then engulfed it with his fist, tearing it up. Silently I walked up and put my hand on his shoulder.
The sudden touch of someone touching his shoulder startled him and he turned to face whoever it was with a fist just about to pumble them. He glared at me for a second, then immediately relaxed his face and put down his fist, calming down.
"Woh there tiger. What's bothering you?" I asked, slipping my hand down to hold his hand. He frowned, wincing from the sun being in his face. It was around 7am.
"Razer..."
That's all I had to know. "It's alright." I sighed.
"Lets go home."
Our new home was right next to the Naughty Ottsil. Very convenient. Zamekhein fell asleep on the couch.
Later on that week, Errol turned Razer in. We got engaged, and Torn grew out his locks again, due to peer pressure and guards taunting him. My rank was still not upgraded. Jak and Daxter started hanging out with each other more, but Jakie boy grew into a bad drinking problem. Daxter kept on aggravating gang members at The Bloody Hook, nearly getting killed every time and still keeping his pants on. Another wonderful... bizarre... mental adventure.
Yeah. I don't have much more to put on this story. It's grown a bit pointless. No big deal conflicts, not a clear storyline. 'C'mon just summarize: Torn slaps Laona around. Jak and Laona face the Jak 3 era and fall in love, get married have a kid, Errol's ghost seduces her, Jak and the gang face poison problems, Razer sexually assaults Laona, then her son stabs her, Errol's ghost comes back and kills him, then creeps out Razer, he goes to jail.. um... Then Errol comes back to life, Razer escapes from prison, Laona and Errol get into an affair, Jak finds out about it and nearly kills her, Errol knocks Jak out, Jak and Laona break up, Laona stays with Errol, Errol meets Razer again, and blah blah blah you get it.
No point. LOL I PROMISE YOU NEXT STORY IT'S GONNA HAVE A STORY LINE. I've already arranged things.
I want to thank my favorite viewers, AJMS, Mr. Chocolate, and Carmen. AND ANYONE ELSE THAT READS MY STORIES AND DON'T EXACTLY REVIEW. lol I know you guys are out there. Peace out I love you all.
(Exept that flamer calling Laona a Mary Sue and yelling at me on spelling Ottsel wrong, and having Razer as Errols' brother HEY IT'S A FANFIC YOU DUMBASS)