[quote]Originally posted by Morphman
Battle Network X: The Next Generation
Ohayo, kuns, chans, samas, sans, hakases and senseis!
This is another shot of mine at trying to create a good Fanfic. Whilst ZBD was based more on humour and it’s episodes were short, I’m now trying to create a more ‘serious’ Fanfic, it’s episodes being longer, too. This will not be based on MMZ and the lot, but on the games, not the anime, of Battle Network. This Fanfic will also contain Japanese terms, which I will take from wherever I can find them. It is based on the games, but it might contain things from the anime. If you don’t know who’s who in Japanese, go either here or here. I hope you’ll enjoy the story.
Oh, and this is the only site were this fic should be showed. If you find it elsewhere, PM me, I\'ll take care of that bastard.
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Battle Network X: The Next Generation – Episode One: Where it always starts…
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“Metto-kun…”
“Ungh…”
“Metto-kun, wakey wakey…”
“Just… five more minutes…”
“Okay… but you’ll be late…”
“Late?” He opened his eyes a little.
“Yes… you know… school?” The other voice said.
“School? I overslept again, right?” The boy got out of bed and started putting on his clothes, a yellow shirt, blue jeans and white sneakers.
“Yep.” The other voice said.
“Woop dee doo…” The boy said. He looked at the screen of his computer. He saw the face of a teenage boy with bright emerald eyes. “Can you give me the excuse of the day, Demi?”
“Yes, Metto-kun.” Demi said. That is Demi.EXE, my Navi. He’s very smart, and I think he’s also great at netbattling, because my computer doesn’t have a Fire Wall, I don’t know, I haven’t netbattled that much. He’s also my best friend, if you’d call data in such a human-looking form a friend.
“Okay… Friday… September 30th… Hmm… You blew up the house again, Metto-kun!”
“Right… like Mark-sensei’d ever believe that… what are the others?”
“Either you found a half-dead cat and brought it to the vet, or your grandma died and you don’t have to go to school at all.”
“Well, since eight of my grandmothers have already died, that wouldn’t be very plausible. Half-dead cat it is.” He took his PET from the charger, which was connected to his laptop, and went downstairs. He took some of the sandwiches, which were on a plate on the kitchen table, which he ate quickly, then took his obentou and left the house.
He walked the route he usually did when he overslept again. Left, right, left again, go straight, right, left… Until he stopped in front of a shop. He looked at it.
“One day…” He whispered, “One day we will have chips even he doesn’t have.”
“Yeah…” Demi, “keep on dreaming, eh?”
“Hmm… yeah…” The boy mumbled.
“Let’s go to school, shall we?” Demi said.
“Okay then…” Metto said. He didn’t like school. He disliked it very much. In fact, he HATED it. The only reason why he still went to school each morning was…
“Hiya, Metto-kun!” A girly voice said. Metto turned around, and looked at the girl in front of him.
“Hi Sara.” Well, she was one of the reasons. She had dark red-blonde hair and bright bluish green eyes. That’s Sara. Smart girl, a little shy, very funny, and quite clumsy at times, and one of my friends. Usually she isn’t late, but since this year’s start a few weeks ago that changed. I don’t know why, but at least there is someone who shares my fate of coming late for school a lot.
“Late again, huh?” Sara said. It wasn’t a question. “Overslept again?”
“Yeah.” Metto replied. “Just like you, I presume?”
The girl’s face turned from a light tanned peach to a slightly more red. She didn’t oversleep much, she usually made it to class in time, save a few exceptions, but she liked being with friends, like Metto. She quickly thought of a way her red face wouldn’t be noticed by Metto.
“Last one to make it to class’s a rotten egg!” Sara yelled, running off.
“Hey! That’s not fair!” Metto took off after her.
… … … … …
*tick tock, tick tock, tick tock*
Mark Sinelli, Math teacher, had class 7C for this hour. The entire class was working hard on the exercises he had written on the blackboard. And the one thing that made this class different from all others was… Did you hear that? No? I did. Silence. The entire class was silent. A slight smile was on his face. Mark Sinelli had experience with teaching. But the fact that he had been a sergeant in the Sharo army might also help keeping the class silent like this. The kids didn’t hate him. He was a nice teacher. But you had to stick to his rules, or you could end up like…
CRASH! The door swung open. Two kids, a boy and a girl came in. Mark looked at them with the analyzing eyes of general. Male, 168 cm, greyish green eyes, dark red hair, and he was late. That could be no-one but Ryuudo Metto. Female, 163 cm, bluish green eyes, dark red-blonde hair, and a red face of shame. That was Nayo Sara. Both 13 year old 7th graders at Akihara Middle School.
“Sit down, you two.” He said, pointing to their places.
That’s Mark Sinelli for you. Charming in some way, analyzing, calm. Shame he left the Sharo army, we wouldn’t be stuck with him if he hadn’t. Metto thought, as he sat down.
They sat down. They knew what would be coming. What WOULD be coming, usually. Because this time, things were different. Not that Metto’s coming-late for school had gone up to 100 or so, no, it was different.
“Class,” Mark-sensei said. “Since now all of you are present,” He looked at Metto and Sara, Sara turning even more red and Metto taking a breath, waiting for what was coming.
“I have an announcement to make. You probably all know of Venidici.”
The entire class was silent. Metto held his breath. Venidici? How couldn’t they have heard of it? It was a group of Netbattlers every kid looked up to. Most members were in their twenties, including the two who were the most admired and skilled of all, Hikari Netto and Ijuuin Enzan. And the organization organized the N-1 since two years.
“Well, class, they decided to start the N-1 once more, this time for the entire planet.”
The entire planet? Not just Japan? Then there’ll be very tough Netbattlers around there.
“And they have declared that some of the participants will be allowed to become members of Venidici.”
The class held their breaths for a while, then an eruption of sound occurred, they were all talking about it.
“People will be allowed to enter Venidici?” Sara whispered. “The last time someone was allowed to become member was more than a year ago! And that was just one person who hadn’t even lost one battle after 200 successive Netbattles!”
“I know!” Metto said. “But we will enter the N-1, won’t we Demi?”
“Absolutely! I couldn’t agree more with you, Metto-kun!”
“I wish I could enter too.” Sara sighed. She didn’t have a Navi at the time being.
“Don’t worry, Sara, you’ll get a Navi in time. And there’ll be plenty of time to practise Netbattling.”
“Yeah!” Demi replied. “Me and Metto haven’t Netbattled that much. For as far as I can remember just 11 times. But we will participate nonetheless!”
“Yeah! I’ll get a Navi for myself and enter the N-1, and I’m going to beat them all to pieces!” Sara said fiercely.
“Oh no you won’t!” Metto replied. “‘Cause Demi and I won’t lose to you!”
“We’ll see about that, Metto! I’ll see you in the finals!”
Metto didn’t say anything in return. He just smiled at the eager-for-netbattle-face of Sara’s.
Oh yeah, I haven’t introduced the most important person here yet. Hi, I’m Ryuudo Metto. Future N-1 Champion!
Okay, since I decided to put as much Japanese into the story as I like, I didn’t use ‘Electopia’ from the games, but ‘Japan’, what I actually don’t prefer, but it’s better than the other option. Also an [i]obentou is a lunchbox.
Oh, and Japan uses the metric system and the lot. Wasn\'t there at first, since I\'m getting quite used to feet and yards, but that\'s now over.
30 cm = 1 foot
2,5 cm = 1 inch
1 meter = about 1 yard and a few inches?
Whenever scenes change
between worlds –between the real and Net worlds, that is– I will put ‘--- --- --- --- ---’ there. Whenever a scene-change
within worlds occurs, this: ‘… … … … …’ will be shown.
Now… anyone who can figure out out of what I made up
‘Venidici’ gets 10 points!
And ‘Metto’ looks obviously a lot like ‘Netto’, which most of you know as Lan. Did that partly on purpose. But in this story there’ll be a lot more of ‘Metto’-like things.
And anyone who can figure out out of what I came up with ‘Metto’ for the other 50% gets another 10 points!
As for Metto’s last name, 10 points for that as well!
[Edited on 1-10-2005 by Morphman]
[Edited on 7-10-2005 by Morphman] [/quote];:cool: real good story
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