Acadama Chapter 2, a scryed fanfic

Acadama

Episode 2: Don't Fuck Up

Life is full of obstacles, but it's the way that you overcome the obstacles that create the person you are. But to keep life in the balance, you need both Holy and Dark to be equal--that's how your destiny is created. We have been told that you cannot change your destiny--you just go with the flow, but how can you just sit around and watch the days go by? For now everything is fun and new, but when life comes down to it, what will you do with it? Keep your destiny… Or change it?

"Prepare for landing in: 5, 4, 3, 2, 1."

The whole floating island landed, causing a small impact, grabbing everyone's attention.

"All members that are going on Med Recon, please report to Commander Zigmarl's office A.S.A.P."

"Crap, that's us! Let's Go!" Jake grabbed Brandon's hand and began to run off, but as they did so, they both received a vision. It was violent… there was screaming, but the both of them couldn't make it out.

Brandon tugged away, his aura growing purple. "What did you do to me?"

Jake was puzzled as well. "I… didn't do anything."

As the both of them stood there and stared at each other in the eyes, a voice in the dark stole their attention.

"Why are the both of you just standing there? Having a romance scene? Maybe I should let you go…" There stood Kat, smiling and holding in her laughter.

"…uh… NO! What the hell is wrong with you? We were… just… having a… staring contest." Brandon said hastily.

Jake and Brandon both stood there and suddenly went back to their competitive stance in each other's face as though as to confirm what Brandon had just said.

"Staring contest?" Jake mumbled, embarrassed to have been caught in such an act. "Couldn't you have come up with something better?"

"Hey I didn't see you do anything!" Brandon hissed back, his aura turning sharply to red. "You just stood there with your thumb up your ass! Besides, you probably would have fucked up by saying 'yes,' and then we would be screwed!"

"Relax, I was just kidding Sweetcheeks!" Kat defended, waving her hands lightly. "Let's go to the Commander's; I can tell he's a bit mad already." At that last remarked, she gave a grin that split her face.

"How do you know that?" Jake asked.

"Yeah," Brandon added, backing Jake up.

"… Hold on, I'm actually not that sure." Kat began to pat her hips, looking for something. Then she suddenly took a little bag out with dice in it. She picked out two die, crouched down to the floor, and began to roll them over and over in the hallway. "Let's see here… mmmhhhmmm… mmmhhhmmm… mmmhhhmmm… mmmhhhmmm… Well… he's in a very bad mood," then she pointed past the two, "and the next hall we should take a left instead of a right."

Brandon and Jake looked at each other, confused.

"How the hell can you see that in the dice?" Brandon replied, skeptically. His aura made a transition to green.

"Hey man, with a four percent there is no doubt that he is very mad, okay?" Kat defended, testy that they would dare doubt her.

Brandon and Jake stared at Kat and then began to laugh. Brandon's aura at this time gave way to white.

"Hey, Sweetcheeks, you'll see the dice do not lie." Kat added.

They all began to head off to the Commander's, talking about random things until Kat interrupted Jake, "Hey remember, left, not right."

Jake and Brandon just sat there, looking at her as if she were crazy.

"Okay, fine, we'll take the left, but if nothing happens don't bring this up again." Jake finally gave in.

She just smiled and moved ahead, leading them down the hall. "Right this way, gentlemen."

They all headed left and then right. As they moved down the next hall, an explosion occurred in the right hallway--the same hallway where they would have been had Kat not protested.

"Holy shit!" Brandon shrieked with a face full of horror.

Unfortunately, Jake was hit in the head by a rock and knocked unconscious. He woke up a few minutes after the large crash to find himself being carried on Brandon's shoulders.

"How the hell--?" Jake began until Kat stopped him in mid sentence.

"Told you."

"Well we're here," Brandon gestured to the door in front of them. "Let's go in slowly and unnoticed and maybe he won't kill us."

"Good idea" Kat replied.

Jake got off of Brandon's shoulders and they all walked in with his permission. They were the first ones there, so they all earned brownie points with the Commander, but their leader was still angered.

"Goddamn Cougar! This is the third wall this week!" Commander Martin Zigmarl suddenly paused, his face taking on a different demeanor, as his attention zoomed in on the trio standing before him. "Oh, hello, you've all arrived."

Brandon looked around, as though there were more than just the three. When he saw that there was no one else, he looked at the Commander in question. "All?"

The Commander sniped back, "YES! All! I called the communicators of everyone else to tell them to go ahead. It was actually you three I wanted to talk to. In case you don't already know, Miss Kiryu is on this mission as well. So I expect NO failures, you hear me!? NO FUCKING UP!!!"

The trio were taken aback and replied, frightened, "Yes Sir!"

"Okay, then, be on your way." He then waved them off as they saluted and went off.

Jake and Brandon where stunned as they glanced over at Kat.

"Wow you were right! About all of it!" Jake smiled and then his face turned mischievous. "Hey uh… can you get me a girlfriend?" To better help his chances, he threw in a 'sorry ass' look.

"Jake, I can use my dice to see what's going to happen in the future… they don't work miracles, Sweetcheeks."

Jake's heart sunk. "Kat, my heart is… like… broken. Can you at least see if I get one? Please?"

"Okay, fine. Actually… I do want to see if you get one, too.' She brought out her die again, crouched down to the ground, and rolled over and over again on the floor. "Mmmhhhmmm… mmmhhhmmm… mmmhhhmmm… Oh…"

Panicked, Jake exclaimed, "What!? What do they say!?"

She gave him a devious grin. "Nope."

Brandon fell to the ground, laughing his ass off. He began to choke, unable to breathe through all of it.

"SHUT UP!" Jake yelled and kicked Brandon in the gut.

"Uh God! … Can't… Breathe…"

Jake eventually began to chuckle as Brandon turned over on his side. "Serves you right."

After a while, Brandon managed to sober up and pick himself from off the floor, brushing himself off. As they walked off, he whispered under his breath, "I'll get you back."

"What did you say?" Jake asked, turning to face a recovering Brandon.

"Who me? Phht, nothing. You're just hearing things after that rock hit you in the head."

Jake rubbed his head, remembering its pain. "Yeah, I guess you're right."

"Well… what do we do? How much time do we have?" Brandon asked.

"We still have a few hours." Kat's eyes lit up. "Oh I know! Let's get some food!" Brandon's stomach growled, and his aura seemed to dissipate but was really just in a clear mode. "Yeah, I think I need that."

They began to head to the elevator aiming to go to the top floor where the cafeteria was. As they walked in, a stranger appeared in the hallway, sprinting towards the elevator.

"HOLD THAT ELEVATOR!!!" he cried.

Brandon flipped him off. "PISS OFF!!!" and he pushed the button to close the door.

As the door began to shut, the person threw himself into the air, attempting to dive in. Unfortunately… the door closed and he only succeeded in crashing face-first into it. THUNK! BAM!

Then the elevator went down as Jake and Chelsea both looked at him in a shocked manner. Brandon casually glanced around, and realized that they were looking at him.

He slightly jumped, startled. "What? Do I have something on my face?" He began to look at his reflection in the door.

"Uh, wow. Why did you do that?" Kat asked with caution.

"Well, I already met you two and made friends… I think that's good enough for today… don't you? I don't need anymore friends." Then Brandon smiled, tilting his head back. "Besides, he was an ugly looking dude, wasn't he?"

Chelsea and Jake just stared at each other and began to laugh.

"Yeah I guess so," Jake laughed.