Zany Guilty Gear: A New Beginning

Disclaimer: I do not own Sammy Studios or Arc System Works. However, the original characters that appear in this fic, including Nazareth, are mine. If I make mention of any scenes from any fics that aren't mine, I will state it in the end of the fic.

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"Hey, boy!" The fiery rage of Sol Badguy called to Mai-Den. "Where the hell am I?" He was about to yell louder at the shaking boy Captain, but he then stared blankly at Nazareth. "You..."

"Mai-Den, get everyone to the farthest part of the ship, NOW." Nazareth commanded in a rarely shown authoritative tone.

"This must be your fault in some way..." He smirked, before his sword started to bathe itself in self-produced flames. "I will kill you, boy..."

Not waiting any longer, the American Badass suddenly charged at the winged boy, knocking him down quickly to the ground. The quarter-Gear's wings flapped themselves, bringing the young one back up on his feet. His frail hand wiped some blood off his cheek.

"If I can't avoid this fight..." Nazareth sighed in a depressed tone, but then looked up at the Gear in front of him. He braced his legs, and held his arms out with tightly balled fists. A new smirk overshot his passive tone. "Then I may as well take it head on! Let's go, jackass!"

Sol grinned. "Finally showing some balls? Good!" A flower of embers phased around his feet and vanished in a split-second. "It's now time for you to take your fiery beating like a man!"

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"Chronicling Fire! The Assassins' Step into the Light?"

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Millia Rage, Venom, and the countly Slayer all appeared outside a blank and dim castle, barely lit up with barely-lit torches on the outside.

"Hmm?" Slayer wondered, stroking his beard while taking in the new surroundings to his vampiric eyes. "I didn't think the three of us entering my cape would take us so far!"

"Well," Venom added, brushing himself off. "We did had to get away from Eddie and that strange Gear thing..."

"True," Millia followed up, using her hair to dust herself off. "But where is HERE exactly?"

Slayer looked around, looking up at the dark towers. "Hmm... this isn't MY castle, that's for sure. Oh poo, I knew I should've made the portal take the left turn at--"

The sudden feel of the pool cue's tip touched the throat of the dignified vampire. "If you say 'take the left turn at Albequerque' one more time, I will BREAK you!" Venom barked.

"Hmm, the boy has bite." Shrugging in defeat, Slayer walked away from the pool stick. "Alright, I won't say it for your peace of mind. But the matter is still at hand about trying to find our current location..."

And as the vampire trailed on and on, Millia walked closer to the white-haired assassin. "We're not going to make it back, are we?"

"We're still alive, at least that is what matters, my sweet Millia." Venom mused, as his sharp blue eyes met her own, and he leaned a kiss to her cheek. "I swear, we will get the dream that we so desire."

Before she could lean her face to his own, Slayer clamped his hands on their faces, pulling them apart powerfully. "Come now! You can engage in hanky-panky when we at least have some personal lodgings!"

Their eyes glared daggers at the Nightwalker. "What the hell is your problem?" Millia raged. (lol I just made a pun.)

A loud stomp broke their presence. They turned to see a young man, looking to be in his early twenties, wearing the vestments of the Church of the Holy Order. His fingertips were claws piercing through the gloves, his sleeves had the word 'OBEY' ripped into them, and horns slanting at a fifty-degree angle were protruding from his mane of green hair. His eyes turned feral, as he clutched a massive bhuj (a massive axe) in his hands.

"Why are you civilians here?" He coldly stated, a semi-rugged Irish tone bonding his voice.

"Well, that shouldn't concern you." Venom countered. "We wound up here mysteriously. So leave us be."

He growled. "Civilians are not to be within a kilometer of these grounds. I will begin pursuit, and then bring your faithless hides in!"

"Aww, are you some kind of Holy Order mongrel?" Millia taunted, beckoning him further with her hair. "You don't scare us!"

"So be it!" He roared. Gripping the massive axe in his hands, he charged forward. "Then die by the right of the Holy Order!"

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"Kami-sama..."

"Oh my..."

"Holy Zen!"

The ABC of Anji, Baiken, and Chipp simply could not believe their eyes.

Right before their disbelieved figures, were people talking and walking happily. Of bustling crowds, trees rising to the clouds, massive buildings, and soft neon lights dazzled with simple borders. Children were chasing each other, the elderly were moving past torii gates, and many booths and signs were up, all bearing very familiar kanji.

"I don't believe this..." Baiken uttered, as her legs gave out on her, and she started crying.

"Onei-san." Anji patted her shoulder.

"We did it." She cried. "We brought back Japan. WE BROUGHT BACK JAPAN! BANZAI!"

Her overly loud cheer made the closest crowd stare at the three of them in confusion. Sweat drops suddenly adorned their faces.

"Holy Zen!" Chipp said blankly. "This is culture shock if I've ever seen it!"

"Oh! Uh..." Anji grabbed Baiken by her shoulders, and pulled her closer. "Don't mind her, everyone! She's just glad to be home!" His nervous laugh seemed to be drowned out as the people around continued to mind their business.

"Hmm... could this be OUR doing?" Chipp wondered aloud. "WHO WERE WE TO PLAY GOD!" He got a firm sheath to the face. "Ow!"

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"TYRANT RAVE!"

The massive fiery tackle knocked the quarter-Gear down to the ground hard, slight burns damaging his clothes and his arm. Barely taking the time to wince from the pain, Nazareth shifted quickly to the side, lest the tip of the Fireseal meet his face. Sol then ripped up part of the floorboard, striking the winged male hard with the blunt force of the board and the blunt side.

"Stop wrecking the ship!" Nazareth pleaded, while he launched a trio of icy daggers from under his white wing. The Gear easily avoided the attack, but in turn missed his attack when the quarter-Gear backed away quickly to avoid a slash to the stomach. From his black wing he launched a fireball, which Sol blocked with his simple blade. "My friends can't always afford to pay for proper maintenance!"

"Jesus! I could care less about your friends! Just shut up and die!"

Sol gripped his Fireseal tightly, before flinging a vertical 180 towards Nazareth, backing away from the slash. The quarter-Gear gripped something in his shorts pocket, as he side-stepped away from a ground-hugging Gun Flame. He dashed behind Sol, and then lashed out his hand into the air. "Yo-yo Extend!"

"Well, that seems familiar..." Sol thought for a second, before he saw the boy grasp a white ball of essence coming from his white wing. He ran over to him. "What are you up to?" A threatening snarl left his lips.

"Undine, GO!"

He fired the essence into the yo-yo, bracing the full impact of the American Gear's Bandit Revolver. He fell hard to the ground, but still smirked as he saw his circular weapon summon many ice daggers, speedily firing into Sol's back. Although they disappeared after each hit, Sol seethed through the five-blade barrage.

"You little brat!" Sol was raging with flames. "TYRANT RAVE BETA!" Nazareth dodged the first hit, but unintentionally strayed into the nuke-sized punch, knocking him against the battered deck. He walked over to the downed winged one, and kicked him in the stomach. "Like that, you tough shit?"

Before he could let another chuckle escape his lips, Necro popped out of Nazareth's black wing, grabbed Sol's legs, and slammed him into the ground. The boy steadied himself. "Look, don't bother my friends anymore... please..."

"Bah, you're a little wuss then. We're not done, until YOU die!" Sol growled.

Nazareth sighed. "I'm not in the mood. We'll continue this fight another day." He crossed his arms over his chest, sighed again, and looked up at the American. His British multi-eyed gaze now started glowing faintly. "IMPERIAL RAY!"

Faster series of explosions quickly rocked the deck, pushing Sol quickly over the railing. "WHAT THE HELL!" The Gear's voice was in falling surprise, as his voice faded over the clearing of trees and grass.

"Yeah... you'll be back." The quarter-Gear confirmed, as the sound of body hitting earth reached his slightly tuned ears. He clutched his chest suddenly. "I guess..." He was laughing now; laughing almost enthusiastically. "I guess I overdid it again..." And before long, he collapsed on the ground.

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"Are you okay?"

Ky Kiske and Jam Kuradoberi awoke in a soft bed, where their ears tuned into the gentle voice to their right. The voice belonged to a woman who looked like she would be in her mid-thirties. She was wearing a soft white shirt that covered her sleeves, with a matching white and floral print dress, ending at her black stocking-covered shins.

"Aiya... could you please tell us where we are first?" the Chinese woman wondered, before her eyes started shining. "Is this a bed and breakfast?" She glomped Ky in a big hug. "OH KY, I'm SO gonna make this up to you!"

The woman only giggled to herself, her long blue hair resting firmly on her shoulders. "Oh no. You see, when I was at the market I work at, I saw the two of you appear out of a white hole." The French/Chinese couple looked at her. "You both looked injured, so I took you home. Your cuts and bruises are all better now."

Ky got up from the bed, and dusted himself off. "Ah yes, thank you, miss..."

"Dizzy. My name is Dizzy."

A grave amount of shock fell over on the Holy Order officer. "What? You're joking me, miss..." She recognized his tone, and as she looked away with a grim visage, he was at a loss of words. Earlier, before he even went into the theater with Jam and the whole movie incident occurred, he had seen Dizzy walking around with May and Bridget. How could this older woman be the same Half-Gear she saw earlier? "What happened to us when we fell into that darkness?"

Jam, completely ignoring Ky, walked over to a portrait that featured the woman, a blond man with his arms wrapped around her stomach, an eight-year-old boy, and two teens, including one with wings. "Is this your family, Dizzy-chan?"

"Hmm?" She walked over to the portrait, and sighed nostalgically. "You could say that, yes." She pointed to each person in the portrait. "The one wearing the gray qingpao shirt is a good friend of the family, Hao Kiske." She could feel the policeman behind her cringe in surprise. "The little boy is the captain of the Mako Pirates, Mai-Den. The man holding me in that photo is my husband, Brid. And the one with the wings is my son, Nazareth."

The words rang in Ky's ears. "What? A boy with wings?"

"Yes. Oddly enough, he loves displaying them, even in open crowds." She sounded jealous. "And how I wish I could fly like he can..."

"Ma'am, I'm afraid your son may be in danger!"

"What?"

"Oh yeah." Jam said. "Didn't Sol-kun say he wanted to kill that boy, because it was somehow his fault that we wound up here?" Seeing the elder Dizzy become mortified, especially at the mentioning of Sol, she ran out of the room.

A faint sound of the main door opening caught the attention of the two people. They peered out the room, seeing the well-dressed husband of hers holding her, her voice panicking beyond compare.

"Dizzy, what's wrong?" He asked with concern.

"Brid..." Her voice went to a whisper. "Bridget... someone... someone wants to kill our son."

"Typical..." His voice sounded hate-filled. "The Holy Order just can't leave us normal citizens alone... When did they become so corrupt?"

"What!" Ky gave away their positions. "What do you mean by the Holy Order has become corrupt?"

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This was a very unusual sight, even for her. How someone in her power would be so easily cornered, despite the stupid that came her way, and she destroyed with ease. But she was never given a reason to protect. She was never given a life to take care of.

So explain that to Justice, as she is surrounded by umpteen amounts of mechanized turrets, gawking at not only the heat-seeking components of it, but also to young Jimmy McDungery, who had held onto her massive red hair, praying that something will save them.

"Miss Justice," The little frame of Jimmy said, becoming strongly intimidated by the turrets, which were now starting to have red veins bulging out of them. "Are we gonna die?"

"Not on my watch, boy!" The massive-haired Gear coolly said. "It'll take more than vein-y guns to take me down!" She looked down to the boy. "You however, might get flash-fried in the process. But I'll try to not get you killed."

"...Thank you..."

The laser blasts unloaded themselves, as the shining white-red Gear Messiah leapt high into the air, unloading a barrage of missiles down towards the ground. The cascading explosions resulted in massive chunks of metal and oozing veins popping out of the turrets.

"These are indeed interesting enemies..." The Gear mused to herself, slightly unnerved at the turret's biological components at best. "Time to eradicate them all! MICHAEL SWORD!"

Her fingers clamped together, and as she swung her arm, the massive graze of white light cleaved through the remainder of the turrets. As she feather-fell to the ground with little boy on top of her shoulder, she performed a quick scan of the area.

"Hmm... Good, there's nothing left here..." Her sound of relief picked up slight anger. "Wait a minute... two squishy life forms are heading our way. This is gonna be good."

"Wait, Ms. Justice!" Jimmy said, as he hopped off her shoulder. "I can see them..." He was now ecstatic. "It's Zappa!" He called out. "MR. ZAPPA!"

"Jimmy? Is that you?"

The boy ran towards the now fully-visual Zappa and Axl. The two adults' smiles of reunification were a SLIGHT soured when they saw Justice, however. They put Jimmy behind their backs, as the British man pulled out his chain sickles, and Zappa felt the Sword spirit flow between his fingers.

"Hey man! You're fully awake?" Axl asked.

"Wait... Hey, I am!" Zappa was shocked, as he hesitantly gripped the handle of the Sword.

"Hey, wait!" Jimmy said, as he went in front of Justice. "She saved my life! She's not bad! At least, not now she isn't!"

"Well, we can trust Jimmy's judgment, Axl ol chap!" Zappa said, dismissing the Sword as if he knew what he was doing.

Axl put his chains away too, and then shrugged. "Well, while that's all well and good, where are we and where do we go?"

"Oh great, I have to quest with epic human scum..." Justice muttered, reflecting her old, hateful-towards-humans personality. And with that, the four started wandering the charred wasteland.

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"Spellbinder!"

The horned Holy Order member grafted his bhuj into the ground, and ripped it up, launching two large earthen fists towards the assassins. Slayer phased out of the way, leaving his other associates to make a quick escape to the sides. The vampire leapt into the air and dived down towards the horned man.

"Hmm, you're a very interesting individual." Slayer pointed out. "Who are you, now?"

"What? You don't know me?" He thrust his axe into the ground, and used it as a pole to leap out of the hair assassin's spearlike lengths. "You don't fear me?" He quickly dodged a Double-Hand Morbid from Venom, and summoned his bhuj to him.

"Enough!" Venom said, firing a cue ball at the man, seeing it disintegrate before even touching his skin. "Who are you already?"

"Very well. Since you are not from around here, remember my name well. I am Fo Rainer." He sunk his weapon once more into the ground, only raising a geyser of fiery stars from the ground. "Starrider!"

The trio had to weave around the falling blazes, already singeing a hole through Millia's massive hair. Venom simply knocked them away with his cue, and the vampire deflected them with his bare hands.

"EMERALD RAIN!"

"RED HAIL!"

Millia let loose her powerful energy discs in cue with Venom blasting a hail of balls at the identified Fo Rainer. The axe-part of his bhuj was taking the blunt of the assault, however, he could not see Slayer appearing behind him, and letting loose with a hard kick to his stomach. The Holy Order member clutched himself, and was hammered hard by Slayer's Dead On Time punch.

"What do you think about that?" Slayer taunted, sarcastically clapping his hands. "Good job taking our hits by the way."

"I refuse... to be taken down now!" The Holy Order member was snarling outright now. Gathering his bhuj back to him, the tip of his weapon glowed. "If I can't win, then at the least, I'll save myself from being taken away!" He was twirling his weapon with both hands as if it were a baton, then brought it back down to the ground, launching two large orbs of power. "DOUBLE VISION!"

"DARK ANGEL!" Venom countered, launching his trademark attack, canceling out only one of the snow-white barrages. Seeing the other attack blasting Millia away, he went to her side, clutching her. "Millia! Are you alright?"

"Venom, I'll be fine. If I could take the assault of Zato's darkness, I can take a small thing like this." She chuckled, but still cringed as she grabbed her damaged leg.

"I suppose a retreat is necessary." Slayer shrugged his shoulders, as he whisked his shoulder cape onto the ground, perhaps practicing a new move, and jumped right in, as Venom grabbed Millia and followed him inside as well.

"Damn it! The Order will not enjoy hearing of this small travesty..." Fo Rainer's visage soon turned to the castle, seeing a light shine from the top. "I guess I must return to the--wait, what's that shrill sound?"

"aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" The crazy scream of Dr. Faust hurtling from a distance finally landed, causing a great ground-uplifting, knocking the Holy Order soldier unconscious. "Oh dear! A fallen patient!" Sounding crazy, as his usual self is, he picked up the hefty soldier. "THE POWER OF HEALING WILL COMMENCE!"

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But whatever could have happened to Eddie--

"ORE WA SUROO STAATAA NANDA YO!"

"GRRRROOAAARR!"

... Nevermind.

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(To be continued whenever the heck I feel like it. :P)