Before we get down to business... This fic was originally posted on . HOWEVER, I will note that this IS my fanfiction. I AM the one and only super admin of doom, also known as Kanashimi, on that site, so don't accuse me of plagiarism or anything of that nature. Now that that's out of the way...

While I do own my characters with their basic features and personalities, the character and costume design do not belong to me. The basic plot that this follows (which is somewhat close to the game) is not mine, though the smaller details are. I hope that's clear enough...

Note that my characters are NOT all that are included. Mine are Kanashimi, Allan, Xiao, and Soma. Kentanna and Gadget belong to my brother. Icewarlord belongs to my friend, who (on PhoTe) goes by Icewarlord (duh). Knuckles is the character of my brother's friend Sean. I hope I didn't forget anyone...

Oh, and the chapter names come from the song titles in the game. Those aren't mine, either.

IMPORTANT BEYOND WORDS!

I'm working on this in an odd way, dealing with chapters somewhat randomly. As a result, I have the beginning and the end written.

PAY ATTENTION TO THE NUMBER NEXT TO THE CHAPTER NAME!

If you don't want to spoil the ending, then DON'T look at the later chapters. It's that simple. If you don't care, then go ahead. It's up to you.

Another note... No, I didn't modify the name of Allen from Xenosaga to get Allan. I modified the name of my cousin Alan, who lives in England. The character acts nothing like my cousin, though. XDXDXD

Also, parts of this story were written more than a year ago, so the quality from the older to the newer chapters may vary. Even though this was written for a fansite, I do explain some random stuff (like explaining a little of the technology, the process to becoming a Hunter) because it isn't really gone over in detail in the game and I felt like giving some sort of basic explanation. I also make assumptions as to the state of society. The explanation of the HuRaFo stuff was because I have friends who read that fic who have never so much as touched PSO. Believe me, I don't think you're stupid or anything.

When this fic was pasted into a Tripod text box, most of my apostrophes and quotation marks were removed. They may or may not still be missing in some cases. I've reread it, but I have a tendancy to miss things.

1.01 indicates that it's the first segment (01) of the Episode 1 group (1), Destruction. So 2.04 would be the fourth chapter of the Episode 2 group, Memory. Get it? Destruction and Memory are by no means standalone, however. If they were, I'd have made them two different fictions. So don't expect to be able to read Memory without ruining Destruction.

...I think that's enough notes. If you didn't bother reading them, and have skimmed down to here, GO BACK UP AND READ.

Anyway... On with the story!

1.01 Day Dawns

Kanashimi held her Mag in the palm of her hand. It was a small robotic companion that would help to protect her. Many thought little of this technology (took it for granted), but Kanashimi thought them quite fascinating. She let it go and it floated behind her left shoulder calmly. This one was just a baby; they were supposed to evolve as they were fed.

The term fed in this case is used quite loosely. Mags are given items to help them evolve. They become stronger that way, and more able to protect the one they accompany.
Kanashimi was finally a Force. She smiled.

There were three categorizations of hunters. Each had their own regulation of training before success, each had their own tradition, and each had their own specialties. One aspiring to be a hunter would have to choose their specialty before beginning.

The three categorizations were divided further by race: the first two letters of the categorization was the class name, the rest race. The three classes were Hunters (Hu, in beginning), the second was the Ranger class (Ra), and the third was the Forces (Fo). The races were three: the humans (-mar for males, -marl for females), the Newmans (-newm for males, -newearl for females), and the androids (-cast for male models, -caseal for female models). For example, a Humar is a human male Hunter. Androids can restore their strength slowly and on their own, should they be injured, so their lack of magic is covered by this ability. Newmans can restore their magic ability in a spiritual manner, but even they do not know how it works. The only restriction for race vs. class was that androids could not be allowed to pursue a career as a Force, because androids cannot use magic.

A Hunter's specialty is close-range combat. They get hurt a bit more often because they have to be closer to the enemy to attack. They can, however, kill enemies much faster than a Ranger or Force can without magic.

A Ranger's specialty is a distance attack. They are very proficient with guns. It takes them a little longer to kill an enemy, but they dont get hurt so much in the process, and their aim is deadly.

A Force is adept with magic. Magic is stronger than any other attack, but it takes longer to learn and use than swinging a blade or firing a gun. It can also only be used a certain amount before the user tires. Forces can kill enemies quite quickly, but they get hurt far easier if they dont keep their distance. This class can cast magic far faster than the others, but they attack slowly.

Kanashimi's mother had been a Force, so she had been set on this since she was small.

"Kanashimi?"

She looked up, surprised. She hadn't expected anyone to disturb her. Her door was pushed open a little. Despite the widespread use of automatic doors, a lot of the residential buildings still had the manual ones in the homes.

Kanashimi sighed as Allan looked into the room.

"When did you get here?" she asked. Kanashimi had met Allan shortly after moving onto Pioneer 2. They had become best friends almost immediately. He was two years older then she, but they got along well and still each enjoyed the company of the other.

"Just a minute ago. I was wondering how you were doing," he walked into the room and closed the door. "A new Fomarl for the world to see, eh?" he smiled.

"You know full well that it was just as easy for you to become a Force as it was for me," Kanashimi countered defensively.

"Right," Allan joked as he joined her sitting on the bed.

Allan had begun to train as a Force before Kanashimi had, but whenever he returned from his supervisor he taught everything he learned to his friend. She had learned that way, though apprentices are not really meant to be supervisors themselves.

Shortly after Allan had learned his last lesson and taught it to her, Kanashimi had gone to her mother to be her tester for becoming a Force.

The woman had tested the girl, expecting nothing. But Kanashimi had done everything. She passed the test without, to her mother's knowledge, any real training. Allan had been scolded for the incident, but there was no fixing everything that Kanashimi had learned. She was twelve now, it was a year later, and had passed the subsequent test of standards set by her father (she never had the opportunity to meet him, but his standards remained), since her mother still hadn't believed that Allan could have taught such a thing. But there it was, and they had both been made official Forces just a few days ago.

Allan was, for the first time, dressed in the clothing of a Fomar. He seemed to notice Kanashimi glancing at the outfit.

"Well, its the uniform. If you dont approve of it, then I suppose I have to point out my problems with yours," he tugged playfully at the white braid of her hair in the back.

"Hey!"

"This, for example, is really unusual for you," he laughed. "As is the dress."

Kanashimi pulled away so he couldnt reach the braid anymore. "Its better than one of those stupid hats!" she argued. "And I do hate the dress! But the uniform comes with the job. I wanted to be one..."

She turned her gaze to the ground.

"Hey," he looked apologetic. "Sorry, all right? I didnt mean to make fun of you."

She shot him an angry glance.

"Okay, so I did. But I didnt think it'd matter much. You look all right in a dress."

"It's okay..."

Truth be told, she shouldnt have minded, but she was beginning to be a bit self-conscious lately. Probably just the whole teenage phase trying to grow in...

There was a pause. Silence.

"Aha!"

The silence was broken by a yell of success.

"I got it! I got it I got it! Haha!"

Gadget regained his sight suddenly and stared straight ahead. Pacing in front of him was what looked like an eccentric Fonewm. He looked like a scientist he had heard of once, and probably was: Dr. Montague.

"Well then, now that Ive got you working in good condition, I suppose you want to know whats happened, hm? Heh. Of course you do."

He seemed intent on not allowing Gadget a word in edgewise.

"You were supposed to be put on Pioneer 1, were you not? Heh. Well, this wonderful ship here is Pioneer 2. No, dont ask me what went wrong, because I dont know. Not at all. All I know is that I was told to activate you, um..." he glanced down at the sheet in front of him, "X-08225, is it? Gadget. Well, Gadget, I was told to activate you. But now, I find that youre taking up my workspace. You'll be acquainted with the area soon enough. Just please dont tell anyone my place of work. There are quite a few people who want to vandalize the place, I'm sure. Off you go."

Montague stopped talking (for once) and turned over to what looked like another project. It appeared to be a primitive android.

Gadget stepped from the platform on which he had previously stood and looked around. The place was definitely a lab...

He began to leave.

"Thank you," he called back.

"Oh!" (Apparently the eccentric had a little more commentary to make) "Your things, they're in the check room. They were put there a while ago, I believe. Now," he pointed to the door, "Leave."

Gadget walked out quickly. The man was a bit frightening.

Right! Please review, if you have the time. Definitely not the best thing that's come out of my head, but whatever.