This story is based off a VERY old movie. I can't tell you what, because it'll ruin the surprise! Also, each chapter will have two lines of a song to it that might help you figure out the plot twist before it happens. Anyways, just remember, this isn't about the game, hell, in this story there IS no such thing as the game.
And remember people, THIS IS ALTERNATE UNIVERSE. There will be many changes, such as how Kratos and Yuan met.
There is also no war going on, and Yuan is not with Martel and never was in this story. Also, this is a yaoi story, don't like it? Good for you, I'm not making you read it. And Kratos never had a son with Anna, they just were a couple. Let's begin shall we? And Yes this is as if they were in our, REAL WORLD."words" are lyrics.
Chapter One: Troubled Past
"Lies take victims,Separate them at the seams"
It was a tedious night. Beginning my grusesome nocturnal activies, was a unpretentious outgoing to the local theatre. Nothing more or nothing less. I'm just the type of guy who enjoys the occasional movie now and then. Besides, it is a grand oppurtunity to get some fresh air, after being lodged into my apartment for a week, with nothing to do.
My childhood was almost as screwed up as my life now. My father was in the war, a sargeant in the air force during a recent raid on a country far out. However, I never got to see him again after he departed. Good thing too, seeing he found emense pleasure with beating me sensless after getting drunk off gin. My mother was one to speak, she herself was addicted to drinking, and commonly known as that perfect 'house wife'. Every night she'd depart the house, leaving myself and my older brother alone. And if things couldn't get more messed up than that, my brother made me do his homework. Sure, that sounds wimpy, or gay to you, but the other things he made me do are unmentionable. I'm still trying to forget.
If you want to know about relationships? It's a wasted effort. Everyone I've been with in has crumbled because of my attitude towards life. Give me some vodaca or a cold hard beer, and I'm good for a drunken night. Most women nowadays want a clean man, one that shaves his beard, cuts his hair, and pretends to be their prince charming in disguise as the average joe. Let me tell you, it's all bull shit. Every last lie. Who is like that nowadays? Not me.
My troubled path had brought me to the next screw up in life. I became a hitman, hired to kill others for a required sum. No one would suspect me, the cold office man to honestly be one. It was so perfect. Each month I was hired by some drug selling hobo to kill off on of their failed employers. And each time the pay was greater. But it got tiresome after awhile, and people were starting to talk. So I quit it, and contiuned working as a officeman. But yet, my handywork with the gun is still profound. I'd love to see the ass who tries to screw with me on a bad day.
My life isn't as jumbled up as it may seem. I won the lottery two years ago, so I instanly became unemployed and quit my job at the office, leaving the boss with some words to chew on. The money was impressive, but the looks and attempts at me were ridiciously absurd. No one before that had given me a second look, and now they were biting at my heels, begging to be a part of my life.
But now? Life is pointless. No real reason to contiune on. College? I'm already twenty six, no reason to go back now. Love? It's a crack bowl of shit. Work? Futile. So what is there to live for? Buying everything I want, getting anything I want. What's the real point? I had always dreamed of being the next 'Donald Trump' or being some pimpy man everyone looked up to. But now I've got it. I'm living my dream, and it sucks. Sucks my neighbors ass.
So that brings us to where I am now. The local theatre. Most of these people could give a rip who I am. Who am I, you might still be wondering. My name is Yuan, former hitman billionare. The one with the screwed up life. Wearing the usual baggy jeans, black shirt, and leather jacket I always seemed to, I made my way to the ticket booth. Most people are offended by my oddly blue hair. Sure it is long and vibrant, but when you've got money, who cares what the public thinks about you. It's all pointless gossip.
"What can I get for you sir?" The ticketboothman asks wearily. His hazel eyes looked tired, as he gives me a susipicous glance. Reaching into my back pocket, I remove the thick leatherbound wallet, and brought it to my front. With a skilled flick of the wrist, I flipped it open. Taking out a ten, I push it under the glass to the man. His eyes watch me, waiting for what I'm here to see. Truth is, there's no good movies playing.
"A ticket for, what sir?" The man asks. Breathing briskly, I lean against the counter of the booth and give him an intense stare. Giving a stiff dagger, I scanned the movies playing. Chronicles of Narnia, kids crap. Then there was some shitty cartoon movie. Nothing seemed all that good. Resting my eyes on something that looked remotley interesting, I darted my gaze back at the man.
"One ticket for The Island," My voice isn't what you'd except a man with blue hair to have. It's very low, sometimes shocking how deep it is. Quickly taking the money, the ticketboothman slid under a piece of paper that bore the movie information. Giving him one last death stare, I walked into the theater. Bet I scared the shit out of that man.
And now I walk in. A huge consession stand sits in the middle of the broad entryway. Many people gather around it like flies on garabage. Taking out a pack of mints I had from earlier, I treaded silently to the third entryway to the theater on the left. Glancing up, it bore the movies title in some dark red color. Snickering, I walk towards it, but stop.
Leaning against the wall of the theater entry was a man. Around six feet I guessed. Some sort of biker, I assumed. He wore black leather pants with chains clipped to them, and a leather jacket that was cut off at the sleeves. But more surprisingly about this man was the dark auburn hair he had on his head. In some sort of screwy hair style, might I add. Raising an eyebrow, I just surveyed him from afar. Inlodged in his mouth was a cigarette, lightly smoking away the drugs inside. Usually I would just walk on by, as if it didn't phase me. Because it didn't. But however, I found myself frozen to the spot watching this man.
"Excuse me," I was shoved in the back by a lady in her mid thirties holding onto the hand of her daughter. Whirling around, I clenched my fists and barked at her in the most offensive tone I could conjure up.
"Go around, you old hag!"
Shocked, the lady hurried her daughter down to another theater and disappeared. Grunting, I whipped off my leather sleeves, as if the lady carried some disease and she had spread it to me. This town was such a waste of land. They should just plow it over. Fixing my jacket so it fit like it usually should, I placed the mints back int the pocket snugly.
"Impressive."
I stopped fiddling with the details, and glanced over to where the sound came from. It was a voice, deeper than mine. Rough sounding almost. Turning my head to search for the mysterious speaker, my eyes fell flattly on the man with the cigarette. Alertative, I walked over to him and tilted my head. Starring back at me, he took the cigarette out of his mouth and chucked it into the ashtray. Uneasily, I contiuned to watch him.
"Not much of a smoker, only smoke when I come 'ere. Seems to wear off the pain of stress," He shrugged, crossing his arms. Totally surprised at that announcement, I stood there, like some child waiting in line for candy. This was pointless. Then again I had ten minutes to kill off before the film started, and why not waste them talking to this man who seemed awfully familiar. In an odd way. "The names Kratos." He spoke, looking at me sternly.
"Yuan," I replied. I felt like shaking hands, but I remembered how gay that would look. Who the hell would shake hands with a biker, anyhow? Still eyeing the man, I found myself leaning against the wall beside him, without even knowing. A few moments passed before the man known as Kratos pushed a few strands of auburn hair out of his eyes and turned his attention back towards me.
"So, what's someone like you doing here?" He asked. Taken back, I observed him take out a mint and shove it in his mouth. Watching him chew, I brought myself back to reality and put on a austere look.
"Ever heard of a thing called life? Sucks, doesn't it? It keeps screwing with you until you crumble or get sick and tired of being fucked with." I mutterted, not taking my eyes of the man. Dark brown eyes starred back at me through the locks of hair. Each were fixed upon me, as if I was some sort of act.
"I take it you've have a pretty bad life with the ladies," He spoke, running his hand through his hair once more, so only one eye was visible. Stunned at the current accusation, I clenched my fists, but didn't explode. Exploding was for immature men who thought they owned the world and everything in it.
"Don't see you with anyone either," I replied with a snicker. Stupefied by my sarcastic answer, he returned the gesture, and bore a sinister snicker also. Whipping the smirk right off my face, I just stood there lifelessly. Did this guy have any emotions at all? It was like starring into a mirror, oddly. How life can screw with you sometimes.
"Broke up with me weeks ago, says I'm too much of a drinker," He shrugged. Now completely amazed by the alikeness with him, I had to take a step back and make sure this was real. What kind of luck is it to come across someone who shares the same thoughts as you. Especially after winning the lottery, and thankfully he didn't know. Glaring at him, trying not to look like a softy, I shoved my hands into my pockets.
"Same here. Bitches think they can control habits and break them. Deserve what they get in life. I'll tell you what they get, a shithole for a life," I grunted, thinking about the past affairs I had. Most were after winning the cash, seeing no one could bother with a cruel, empty hitman like myself. Unless money and greed came into the picture, and people were far to happy to jump into the conversation.
"Well, see you 'round, Yuan. I'm sure this isn't the last time we'll see each other," Kratos answered, with a flicker of amusement passing the stoned eyes. Kicking off from the wall, he retreated to the consession stand. I just stood there, as if this never happened. Who just was that guy? Wondering why the hell I was still standing there as if I had just got kissed or raped, I walked into the theater, as ticked as ever.
Darkness really isn't my thing. Especially when kids are running about, shoving past you as if their cranium's were on fire. Only if I could conjur something up like that. As stingy as I usually am, I walked up the popcorn mushed stairs to the last row. Not many people had come to this entertainment, I ntoiced as I walked down the complete row to the final seat. Sitting down, I crossed my arms and looked downward at the floor. These were the times where you really started to hate life.
This was a brutal reminder of how dreary my childhood was. The only movie I had ever been allowed to see was with a friend. We were both under the influence, and stranded at the local mall. Nothing else to do, we decided to venture into the movies. The rest I can't quite remember seeing the cops had us down at the station and called our guardians for disrupting the movie, and being drunk beyhond belief. I was only sixteen... and damn did I get a beating for that.
Nothing I ever did seemed good enough for my mom. She always critized everything about me, my long black hair, and how gay it looked. She said if I didn't cut it like normal children, I'd be sacked and beaten up in later years by gangs. Too bad she didn't realize she was feeding me lies, and the gangs I feared so much in childhood was actually a mirror image of myself. After I had got drunk a few times under the drinking age, I decided to do something about it. I did what I never thought I'd actually do. I died my hair the most absurd color imaginable, at the time. But, it kept me different. It proved I wouldn't walk in my parents shoes and be a normal drunken ass like them. It showed me I was different, and ever since I stuck with the color. As a reminder of the path I didn't want to go down, but found myself treading down anyhow.
"Is this seat taken?"
I was jolted back into reailty by a low voice. Vision blurring, I held my head uneasily and blinked a few times. Hang-overs can really screw with your thoughts.Glancing up at the brainless politcal zombie who had just asked an obvious question, I found myself stunned and out of breath. Glaring down at me was none other than the man from ten minutes ago. Cocking my head, I shook it and watched him sit down beside me. Heart oddly pounding, I pushed away any other thoughts and looked at the movie screen. Did it seem like it was getting farther away? It did, didn't it...
"Don't seem like a movie type of person," The voice next to me declared. Keeping my eyes glued to the tv screen I shook my head and whispered back in almost an annoyed grunt.
"I'm not."
It was silent another moment. Maybe I should earnstley try not to get drunk before going to see a movie. Or get a hang-over for that matter. Everytime a voice would speak on the screen, it sent a jolt through my brain as many times before. Clutching my head on the right in pain, I clenched my teeth and silently cussed out everything I could possibly think. Screw this, I'm getting out of here. Arising to my feet, I walked down the stairs and out of the theater room. It was the same busy lobby as moments before, but much more louder.
"Please return to your movie sir," A employee spoke from my left.
"Screw you." I grunted back and left the glass doors of the theater. Slumping against the brick wall of the place, I ran a hand through my hair. Never again, never again will I go to the movies. Cold stone lay against my leather jacket as I took a few deep breaths. Damn could I go for a hard one right now. Watching random people walk by, I watched as each one gave me either a dirty, suspicious, annoyed, or horney look. Cross the last one out, I think it's just my hang-over speaking.
"Leaving so soon?"
"Yes, I can't stand that fake crap," I replied bitterly.
"Humph." A few moments passed, I was quiet and starred at the cars passing us by. Taking my eyes off the cars, I glanced at Kratos. He was just looking at me sternly.
"Care to go for a drink?"
"Whatever. But I get drunk fast, so don't go come crying to me if I I'm impossible to get out of the bar."
A snicker passed my lips, as I shoved my clenched fists into the pockets of the leather quote. A stern glare remained on the man. Nothing seemed to change his emotions. It was as if he was emotionless, then again, I was the same. This life has screwed me up so bad, I can't tell what's good and bad anymore. And that's just sad...
"Agreed."
I watched him pass me and walk down the street. Rolling my eyes, a bit irriated, I followed him. It was five minutes before we reached the bar. By now it was completely dark, dim neon lights shown everywhere on the street. Stopping at a sign that said "Local Pub" in neon blue lights in the window, Kratos walked into, leaving me to follow on my own will.
"Never been here before."
Maybe this place was new? Never before had I seen it. And trust me, I've been to every bar, and basically have tried every drink this shitty town has to offer. Just when I think I have an enjoyable night of reckless drinking ahead, the wallet in my back pocket burns a hole through my head. The thought of money crosses my mind as I reach for it, take it out and put it in my coat pocket. Pushing open the door, I glanced over at Kratos who was sitting at a table with with looked like tonic. Shrugging, I walked up to the bar tender and ordered the world's sin. Gin. Anyone who knew about me knew me and gin didn't mix well. Too drunk, too fast.
"Gin...wise choice," The man spoke as I took the seat across from him. Now he fit in. He looked like some sort of biker, and now in a bar, he fit in perfectly. But the auburn hair still didn't fit in. Pushing away the drink to my side, I leaned my arm against the table from slumber.
"Yes, always been my personal favorite," I replied, not letting up in my fierce tone. I watched a flicker of amusement pass the man's lips as he took another huge sip of his drink. The foamy liquid combined with the alochol and fruity aroma wasn't my favorite thing in the world. That's why gin's my favorite.
"Tell me, if you don't have any attachments left in this town, why not leave it?"
"When the time comes, I will," I replied gruffly, taking a sip of the gin. The familiar rushing flavor filled my senses as I starred at the man. I was doing it again. I was drinking my fatal flaw, after I swore never again.
"Haven't I seen you before?" Kratos suddenely asked, setting down the glass mug and starring at me suspiouscly. Heart stopping, I wondered if he was one of the hitman I worked with, or was hired to kill and failed. Pausing, I put on the cruelist and most confused look I ever made.
"Damn no, I'd remember a figure like you, anyhow." I mumbled, taking another large chug of the alocohlic posion I had subjected myself to.
"Ah, right." He mutterted.
"You look like something the local gun man dragged in, what the hell do you do for a living?" I asked, trying to strike up a conversation other then my hideous past.
"Humph, funny you should mention that. I work as an attorney," His expression suddenely changed from cold and austere to a light entertainment. Stunned, I just set my mug down, again, and starred wide eyes at him. If he was an attorney, I am the winner of the billionare lottery! Ha! Ah shit, thats right. I did win the lottery.
"Don't look like one." I replied, as dirtracted as ever by passing drunks who gazed up over at us once in awhile.
"Looks can be deceiving," Was all he replied. Ordering up another round of drinks, I just pondered to myself why an attorney, a high class member of society would be dressed like some one-nighter biker? It made no sense. Then again, my excuse seemed to apply to him. Money can be the most coruppting sin of all, once you have a taste, you'r addicted to the legal drug. And not subjecting yourself to it as much as you want, you become modest.
"What about you?" He asked, finishing his second drink rapidly while I was off in thoughts.
"Unemployed..." I mumbled, trying to get off the subject.
"Then how can you afford a place to live?" Kratos was fully into the conversation as he began his third drinks. Barely finishing my second, I felt the faint flicker of intoxication creep upon me. If I kept going at this rate, I'd be drunk in no time.
"You know, the bastards have to leave you with something when they die," I murmured. Bold face lie. My parents didn't leave me anything. And they're both dead. One from being shot, the other from drug overdose. And where does that leave me? The son of two drunks who couldn't get their life straight.
"I see..." Kratos replied dimly, not even showing signs of intoxication. He was tough as stone I see, as I began my third drink, feeling light headed. "You don't look well?" Kratos asked, halfway through his third.
"No, fine. Just the usual feeling," I groaned in between sips.
"Ah, right." He spoke setting down the third glass and starred at me. How could he drink this fast? And not show any signs.. Just as I began to drift off in thought, he ordered his fourth drink and contiuned. He wasn't lieing about being a heavy drinker. But I could deal, as I chugged the remainder of the third and took my fourth. I'm going to hate myself for getting drunk..
"I see you weren't lieing about drinking," A snicker passed the blurry man sitting across from me. Nodding my head, I watched him contiune to drink, as if he didn't take a sip every second he'd die.
"I don't lie about drinking," I murmured back, watching him take a breath for a few moments.
"Just don't have too many, I don't want to strand your ass here," He snickered. Closing my eyes, I finished my fourth drink and starred lightly at the fifth. I was going too fast. "Don't tell me you're drunk already?" The man asked, with a light chuckle. Barely looking at him, I grabbed my fifth drink and drank it with an icey stare. "Ok, maybe you are..."
"Not even." I replied coldly, and took large chugs. Stunned, the man picked up his own drink.
"Seems I've found an equal when it comes to drinking," He joked. Drinks really did lighten up someone's mood.
"You're name is Kratos, right?" I asked, finally falling into a thing called 'being drunk'.
"Yes, why?" He asked, setting it down.
"Just want to remember you.." I spoke, swaying on my stool uneasily.
"Humph, drunk now I see." He vaguely smiled. "Before you end up killing someone or yourself, I'll take you home." I contiuned to sway and drink as if it was my lifeline. "Are you capable of giving directions, neh?"
"Huh..." My left eye twitched.
"Terrific, someone drunk before me, what to do..." He murmured, as I watched him sternly.
"I'll let you sleep at my place for the night, then you're on your own. I may look shallow, but I can't let a drunk out on the streets after having five.. wait,now six gins," He watched nervously as I finished the sixth drink.
"fine- be fine," I spoke.
"Come on.."
I may have had a fucked up life, with toturting memories lingering in my deepest thoughts all the time, but this had to take the charts. The next morning I rolled around, and I found myself waking up in a bed. No, this wasn't the crappy bed I had grown accustomed to, this was luxiours. As if I was at one of those million dollar hotels. Keeping my eyes closed, I remained what I thought was a dream. Life couldn't be this good for me. It couldn't give me a nice bed. That was how much it hated me.
But something else felt different. Something to do with my inner soul. Something was wrong. Just how did I get into this mysterious place? All I could remember was a night of heavy drinking, then blank. Complete emptiness. Squincing my eyes together, I tried to recollect my thoughts as I layed there, thinking of a possible explanation.
Maybe I should open my eyes and go from there? Was what I thought. But that wasn't the best idea. Opening my eyes, I awoke to the same man I had been with the night before laying sleepily next to me. Almost gasping 0ut from utter shock, I just layed there, with eyes wide open. Heart pounding, I starred up at the ceiling.
I'm not gay. I'm not gay. I'm-not-gay. So why the hell am I in bed with a male?
I knew all that alochol really did screw up my head. Daring another glance over at him, I noticed he was wearing a chained necklace with a dark red stone hanging. Eyelids twitching from the realm of dreams, he just sat there. This wasn't all that bad. I mean, it's not like waking up to Michael Jackson in your bed.
Oh... my god. We did not... We did!
Becoming faint once more, I blinked a few times. My first time with a guy I meet at a bar, and I don't even remember what it was like. If it was anything like the real thing, it must have been damn good. Oh god damnit. What am I saying! I just had a one-nighter with some complete stranger. Rolling out of the bed irratibley, now ashmaed of myself, I scurried to put my clothes back on.
This is just a bad dream. Why the hell would I?
Almost puking at the thought of myself being gay, I put on my pants and just sat back on the bed starring at Kratos. He wore a light grey undershirt as I could tell from the exposure. Sighing, I tried to recollect my thoughts. Maybe I could burn this out of my life. Ok, I lied. This isn't really my first time with another male, but that was also from being drunk. So I really didn't know how it was like. Glancing back over, I thought a few moments more. All my relationships have failed, because I've been with girls. What would happen if?... No, I can't be. Am I?
Just then, Kratos' nose twitched and his eyelids sturred. Sweating uneasily, I scrampled to hide under the blanket. Yea, who would be suspicous of a huge lump under your blanket. I wasn't thinking clearly, and it was so evident.
"What are you doing?" I heard the voice ask softly, pulling the blanket off my head. He starred at me, not alarmed but confused. Heart pounding, I gave an anxious sneer and breathed heavily.
"What... is going on?" I asked, fearing the truth.
"Oh, you don't remember. Figures." The man retorted, pussing his auburn bangs out of his eyes as he gazed over at me.
"No, I don't rememeber. And matter of fact I don't want to remember!" I snarled angriliy, arising from the bed.
"You were the one to suggest it anyhow," Kratos shrugged, getting up. Snapping my eyes shut, I peeked through my left and sighed with relief. He wore his same black pants and undershirt I saw him with moments before. Walking over to me, he grabbed a can of coke from his dresser.
"I was drunk!" I retorted, trying to hide up the possibily of me being, that thing.
"But you seem far more calmer then a person would be in this situation. Why is that so?" He asked, taking a sip of his beverage. Sweat rolling down my face, came up empty.
"That's.." I began to object, but he smiled lightly and passed me a coke.
"You're in the northern end of the city. You'll know where you are once you're outside."
"But isn't the northern end where the richer side lives?" I asked, now wondering how rich the man I just screwed really was.
"I told you I was an attorney, did I not?" Kratos asked, glancing up from his soda, as he took a seat on his bed.
"I, didn't believe you," I mutterted.
"That's fine. Not many do." Kratos scuffed, not looking at me anymore. That's when it hit me. Something was different about him. I couldn't explain it. Something drew me to him. Something so pure, and honest, even through the thickest. Eyes glued on him, I cleared my throat.
"I'm sorry if I came off as rude. My life is so shitty, I can't help it. And I usually don't wake up to men in bed with me," I spoke, shrugging. It was true. Last man in bed with me was that one other time.
"I understand. Sometimes there are things people don't wish to share with complete strangers," Kratos spoke, looking over at me once more.
"You're unlike anyone I have ever met," I found myself saying. Now I really sounded like a queer. This wasn't like me! I was cold and shallow. Cold AND shallow!
"I'm taking that's a good thing," He gave a light smile. And with that smile, something in my inner soul did a flipflop. Something... happened. It was as if I'd known him forever, and he was someone I could put my trust into. But that was ridicolus!
"I have a question, though."
"Yes?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.
"If you were't drunk when we left the bar, why did you willingly?" I coughed halfway through it. Standing up, Kratos walked over and gave an intense and stern look.
"Life is too short to waste. I had my reasons, that is all." He answered with sudden seriousness.
"But why me? There are all shorts of queers out there?" Sweat rolled down my face.
"In time you'll realize my intentions. Until that time, I'll just say desires can take over when you're in a complete different situation." He silenced himself. Now everything went silent as he turned away and glanced at the mirror. What the? Desires? How could he desire me from meeting me for such a small time. Maybe he was an experienced gay man! Or maybe not..
"Hey.. I just noticed something," I answered as I watched him sit down.
"Hmm?" He asked curiously.
"I don't have a hang-over after being drunk..." I spoke in astonishment.
"Hmm, how convientent," A sly grin crossed his face as he got up once more and left the room. "I'll met you in the kitchen. You shouldn't venture the streets without having coffee first, neh?" And with that he left. I just stood there. I had to face the truth, I was the miror image of my parents, but there was a big difference. I was gay, wasn't I? Having a gut feeling this Kratos had something to do with my lack of hang-over I hurried myself into the other room.
"Cause them to fall apart, Then move along to better things now"
AN:
Hahha I am setting this story up for so many plot twists it isn't funny! let's just say, this story will prove to be more actionfilled and more then you thought it would be. Trust me :) You'll enjoy emensley! and now I'm going to steal Kratos' survelance camera and watch them from last night. Mwahahah and you can't watch it! (grins eviliy) All mine!
next chapter? A look into Yuan's past. After that his teenage years. You'll see how messed up his life wasbefore this story progesses. It's all part of my plot, hehe.