Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Growlanser or the movie Anger management!
VTM: Hi there! Just giving a shot at a Growlanser fic! XD It's going to be pure comedy! However, I may be a little rusty…I've been stuck with serious writer's block all summer…Well, all I ask is no flames, please. Okay, time to get this show on the road! Enjoy!
Slayn Wilder walked into the restaurant of downtown Voltone. Raimy, as usual, was fluttering by his side.
"It's so boring today!" she whined.
Slayn gave a slight laugh and shook his head at the little dark fairy. "Well, try to enjoy the peace for now…you never know when we might have to go into battle again…."
Raimy then gave a sigh and took a seat on Slayn's left shoulder and pouted. Slayn rolled his eyes at this.
"Hey, Chief!" a voice out of nowhere suddenly called out.
Slayn scanned the room until he finally found the source. Sitting at one of the tables was his friend Hugh Foster. Slayn walked over to the green clad man and took a seat next to him. "Hi Hugh, what have you been up to?"
"Nothing really, I just came in to have a drink…" Hugh said as he took a sip from his glass.
Slayn blinked a couple times, he could see that it was some kind of alcohol... "Don't you have to be twenty one to be drinking alcohol?" he said to his wacky friend.
"I'm twenty." Hugh said calmly, he took another sip.
"Like I said, don't you have to be twenty one?" Slayn stressed.
"Same difference." Hugh said plainly.
"Eh?" Slayn was now officially confused.
Hugh laughed as his friend pondered on the concept of "same difference". But little did they know that just then a small group of mercenaries had just walked in. Restless from the peace it was no wonder that one or two of them wouldn't mind picking a little fight. As three went to order up some food, one stayed behind and spotted Hugh and Slayn.
Hugh's face now had a very slight tinge of red to it, he then asked a waitress for another glass.
"Um, Hugh, I think you've had enough…"
"Huh? Why? I'm not drunk…" It was true, he wasn't, but Slayn was more worried about what would happen if Hugh did get wasted. As Slayn thought of images of chaos and destruction, he failed to notice the bulky, bald mercenary that was standing behind him and Hugh.
"Hey, tweedle dee and tweedle dumb, you're sitting in my seat…"
Slayn looked up at the man; at first glance the mercenary looked like an ogre.
"Hey are you two deaf? Get out of my seat!"
"Sorry fella, but we were here first, you'll just have to find another spot…" said Hugh.
The mercenary glared at the wind messenger for a moment, he then took Hugh's new drink and dumped it over the poor guy's head. But surprisingly Hugh didn't seemed to be fazed one bit, in fact, he seemed quite chipper about the whole thing.
"So what do you say now, runt?"
Hugh wrung out his soggy ponytail and merely ignored him. Now the mercenary was mad, he then spotted Slayn.
"What do we have here?"
Slayn looked slightly nervous.
"Oh no…Raimy thinks this is bad…" said the scared little dark fairy.
Just then Hugh stood up and smiled at the mercenary. "You know, I'm feeling so happy and generous today…"
Slayn looked at his friend questionably.
With a grin Hugh continued. "Allow me to spread the joy……Just relax…" Hugh said the last part rather darkly. He then took out his sword and slammed the hilt into the mercenary's head. The mercenary fell to the ground and was unconscious. Hugh then grabbed Slayn by the wrist and tried to make a run for it. But the other three mercenaries were already blocking the door. "Crud…" Hugh then looked at Slayn. "I guess we have a fight on our hands…"
"Just try us…"
Hugh and Slayn quickly drew their weapons and charged. The small skirmish had erupted into a huge bar brawl.
One of the mercenaries drew a mace, and swung it right at Hugh. But the weapon just seemed to pass right threw the wind messenger, and suddenly Hugh's image completely disappeared. Totally dumbfounded, the mercenary then made a critical mistake; he let his guard down.
"Hello…" a voice out of nowhere spoke.
The mercenary looked in its direction only to have his face meet with a fist.
"Doppelganger, such a useful trick, don't ya think?" Hugh said with a wink.
Slayn slammed another mercenary into a wall with his ring weapon. While the last one lifted a table and threw it towards the dark master from behind. Hugh spotted this and manipulated the wind just enough to deflect the flying furniture. Slayn, who didn't even notice the earlier danger, looked back and spotted the last enemy. He raised his blade and charged at him. With one strike the last mercenary was down.
"Whew! Finally, those guys were pests…" Hugh said as he put his sword back in its sheath.
"Do you think we'll get in trouble for this?" Slayn asked as he looked at all the damage they caused.
Hugh was quiet for a while before he answered. "Uh…well…I don't think we'll get in too much trouble…"
Hugh and Slayn were both standing in a courtroom with their wrists shackled.
"Death!" The judge shouted.
"What!" they both shouted in disbelief.
"You can't do that! We didn't do anything that bad!" Hugh shouted at the judge.
"You Mr. Foster should not talk! This hasn't been the first time you've been brought to a court under these circumstances!" the judge said accusingly.
Slayn looked at Hugh completely shocked. "Really?" he asked.
"Eh heh heh heh……about that…um…Yeah…" Hugh said in defeat.
The judge then seemed to think for a short time then came to a decision. "Alright, I will change your sentences…You, with the jello–mold shaped hair…"
Slayn just stared at the judge. 'Jello-mold shaped hair?'
"You have to go to anger management sessions for a month and a half…" the judge then glared at Hugh. "And you have to go until the doctor deems you to be sane…Court dismissed!"
VTM: And there's chapter 1 XD I hope it was okay. BTW, suggestions are welcome, I'm currently trying to brainstorm more ideas for the next chapters. I'm thinking about adding some romance and currently looking for perhaps a coupling for this fic, so if anyone has any ideas I'd like to hear them. Thank you! See ya around!