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[Chibisai Kong]

Does anybody have any non-DKC fanfiction? If so, you can post here.

Here are mine:

A Death The Remaining Daughter,Sister,And Heiress Must Seal Closed

It has been six years since King Blumiere's death of illness and his daughter Haidin has herself bent on one obsession--closing her brother Chain's twin sister's long-gone-cold murder case which her father had killed and bussied himself over.Also called Following In Her Father's Footsteps.

Mario Kareoke

As the title says,the Mario characters do kareoke.

Once Upon A Fantasy:The Labyrinth

Awhile after the adventure in the forest with Jareth,Wrinkly wakes to find Cranky gone with a blood-chilling message left by his captor.Now,aided by a few unlikely friends,she must go through dangers untold and hardships unnumbered to fight her way to the castle beyond the Goblin City to take back the one Jareth has stolen.

Once Upon A Fantasy:The Devil's Child

The group takes a well-needed vacation to the town of Devian,where they team up with devil hunters Dante,Trish,and Lady in order to save the townspeople's lives and bring peace back to Devian.

Once Upon A Final Fantasy

The group has heard stories of a land called Dalmasca for a number of years and decide to check it out for themselves.It isn't until Wrinkly is literally bumped into by Fframran Mied Bunansa(Balthier) that they are led into another perilous and wacky adventure that involves sky pirates getting hammered,vodka,mind-controlling judges,something called Nethicite,more vodka,and enchiladas.

Once Upon A Fantasy:The Final Fantasy

Boy,that's corny.Anyway,everyone from the past stories join forces once more to defeat the powerful creator of the 'Once Upon A Fantasy' series.Oh wait,that's me...

Daughter Of Dionysus

Grover is sent on another mission that leads him into Texas to find a girl demigod named Alexandra.But what no one realizes is that she has a mysterious tie to Dionysus,the Greek God of Wine and Camp Half-Blood's goruchy camp director!

Balthier's Tale

From his birth as Fframnan Mied Bunansa(or whatever it was)to when Cid got caught up in the Nethicite, this is Balthier's life.

I's Een Eevahleese Teerin' Yor Fayv Care Eentwo Beets

"Alex?" "Yeah,Bal?" "What's with the title?" "I couldn't think of a good title." "Still doesn't make sense." "I know."

The Heros Of The Muppet World

Dr.Teeth's six-year-old daughter Karin is about as talented with the keyboard as he was at that age.When the Muppet world/town becomes dangered,it's up to Karin and Dr.Teeth to put a stop to it.But there's just one problem--Karin's missing!Will they be able to find her and save their world or shall they all be killed before she and Dr.Teeth get a chance to apologize to each other and say their farewells?

OK, so I lied. FIVE of them are DKC-realted but they're actually more with what they're crossed over with. But hey! We get Wrinkly drunk in Once Upon A Final Fantasy! (My mom came up with the name for that it was originally going to be called Once Upon A Final Fantasy:Ivalice.)

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Ummmm well I have something that me and my brother have been working on for a while, and its Duke Nukem, Beavis and butthead, some characters from some random British PC game, the fresh prince, Morshu, and I M Meen. I'll post it if you want........

[Chibisai Kong]

LOL. Sure sounds interesting. Go ahead!

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Bump, but I'm about to post my general video game fanfiction. This is just a small section, and I hope you enjoy!

Spoiler!

Toad polished and did a spot check on his brand new kart. It was racing season again, and he was determined to win. He had taken out a second mortgage to afford this new kart. Why, if he didn't win the Mushroom Cup, he would be effed . He would lose his house, his family, his whole life would be ruined. But, if he won...he would be a star! A hero! He would be rich beyond his wildest dreams. He must always have hope. The horn sounded! Toad climbed into his kart and rode out to the starting line. Lakitu brought the microphone up to his mouth. "On your mark, get set, GO!" Toad slammed the gas pedal so hard it nearly snapped in half! All of Luigi Raceway burst into a chorus of shouts and the sounds of engines! Donkey Kong raced to the front, with Wario an Peach trailing behind! Toad was all the way back in 6th place! The crowd roared with excitement as Donkey Kong passed the finish line in 1st place! Toad was quite discouaraged, but he still had hope!

[Chibisai Kong]

Haha! Nice!

So, I got a poem-thingy that is basically the result of going into a poetry segment after finishing Julius Caesar(or at least that's what I told my English teacher). It's kind of strange, and lover in this thing is shakespearian for friend.

Spoiler!

"Et tú, Bruté?"
Those were your last living words
And then, out of fear,
you covered your face with your cloak, not wanting to see me do my part
I can understand why though
You treated me as though I were your son
and then I do this to you, the Northernmost Star

Though I do it for Rome's sake,
not like my co-conspirators,
I cried bloody tears as I ran from the Senate,
for I loved you like a friend, or a father
or even a brother
Yet you still died by my wound

Guilt, fear, loss, hate
All these I felt when you died
I didn't love you less
I just loved Rome more
I know now that no action can undo my deed

Cassius told me I would feel better in a few days
But it's been two years since then
I still feel bad about what I've done
I hate myself, just so you know
And as I lose this battle, I take my life

Guilt, fear, loss, hate
All these I felt when you died
I didn't love you less
I just loved Rome more
I know now that no action can undo my deed

This battle is lost, Julius
You've won this battle I fight
Congratulations, lover
I am defeated
You've beaten me
Let me just say this once more:

Guilt, fear, loss, hate
All these I felt when you died
I didn't love you less
I just loved Rome more
I know now that no action can undo my deed

Caesar, I apologize
Caesar, I love you
Caesar, I miss you
Caesar, goodbye
Goodbye, dear Caesar, the North Star's epitome

Now fall, Brutus
Fall like you made Caesar do

The title of this is "Caesar (Autem Lapsum, Bruté)"(which in a Latin-to-English translation is "Caesar (Now Fall, Brutus)"). The way the "Guilt, fear, loss, hate" part repeats makes it sound more like a song that doesn't rhyme. I showed this to one of my friends and he read it out loud in a Russian accent...

Anyway, probably the reason this isn't so great is because this was done in the ten-minute span we had to write two haikus and instead of doing that I switched between this, a picture of Julius Caesar(the way he looked with Ciarán Hinds playing him), and a flower.

I got in trouble but DAMN my teacher loves that flower!

[Chibisai Kong]

So... I decided to write a Rome fanfiction. Caesar somehow gets turned into a little kid, Pullo is getting slapped repeatedly for no using the filter in his brain, Vorenus cant get Pullo to shut up, Caesar is having seizures more than usual(its not a stab at epilepsy---he had it too), and apparently all this was caused by Ancient Roman hemp.

Which is strange because only Caesar got turned into a kid but Pullo and Vorenus didn't...

Sorry for all the drugs.

[Chibisai Kong]

So... Here's a Rome fanfic. Not the one I promised but this is one has equal stats complete with the slight Caesar/Posca and Caesar OOCness.

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Gaius Julius Caesar.

That was the name he shared with his fifteen-year-old son, calling the older Gaius and the younger Julius so as to prevent confusion.

Unfortunately there would no longer be any confusion about the two.

Why?

Gaius was dead.

"Gaius Julius Caesar, what can be said about you that no one already knows?" the person performing the eulogy had said. "Despite how many times he was gone, his relationship with his wife, daughters, and son were as close as it could be..."

Julius did nothing but stare during his father's funeral, tears forming in his eyes. How wrong the euologist was about Gaius and Julius' relationship. Every time the water formed and began to fall, he would quickly wipe them away with his tunic. Roman men rarely cry, he kept on reminding himself. But one who'd just lost his father was an exception.

It was strange to him. He'd been arguing with his father through the door as the man was putting on his shoes when Gaius had suddenly stopped talking.

That was immediately followed by a loud thud.

The door had been locked so Julius rammed into it a few good times and finally managed to bust it down only to find his father.

On the ground.

Dead.

For the senate, it wasn't surprising at all. Gaius had lived rather long for back then at the time of his death and that was an amazing thing. And besides, he'd led a very productive life and had produced a perfect family---his wife Aurelia was a very beautiful woman and they'd had two daughters, both named Julia as was custom, and a son, Julius, whom we've already talked about.

Gaius had been away so often that regardless of their relationship, he and Julius were arguing most of the time. In fact, what they'd been arguing when Gaius had died was that the praetor would be going away again in a few days regardless of the fact he'd just come home the day before.

"Julius?" Julius looked beside him when he heard the voice and felt a hand on his arm. His mother was looking at him, frowning as tears fell down her face.

"Yes, Mother?" Julius choked out.

"Are you OK?" Aurelia asked.

"I'll be fine..." Julius wipe his eyes again but everyone who could see how bloodshot they were and could immediately know how emotional he was.

His sisters and mother latched on to him. Posca, their servant and close friend, bit his lip and patted Julius on his shoulder.

He couldn't take it anymore.

"Mother, sisters, please let go, I don't what to upset you but I just need a few moments alone..."

The girls did as told and almost immediately he blew that popsicle stand all to hell.

Julius ran and ran until he could bear it no longer and fell to his knees, bawling like a baby. When he found his father, there was absolutely no pulse and no heartbeat. Despite the timeframe there was nothing that could have been done to save him. He never even got the chance to apologize.

"Domine?"

Julius snapped his head around to find Posca behind him. The servant had apparently wondered why the teenager had ran away from the funeral and was worrying about him.

"Domine, are you ok?" Posca asked, kneeling next to him and placing a hand on his shoulder. Julius wiped his eyes with the palm of his hand.

"Yeah," he said, sniffing. "I'm just angry with myself. I shouldn't have started that argument! I just feel so guilty!"

"Domine, don't blame yourself. It was amazing how old he was when he died. Not that many people were actually surprised of his passing. Please, come back with me. Aurelia is worried."

Julius stood up and followed Posca back to the front of the crowd where Aurelia, Julia Major, and Julia Minor were standing. Aurelia, once he was behind her, wrapped her arms around him, rubbing her hand up and down his back. It was only when the voice of the man delivering the eulogy made his voice louder did they both give him back their attention.

"Aurelia Cotta, Julia Caesaris Major, Julia Caesaris Minor. Gaius Julius Caesar, please---come stand in front of him for a moment."

They did as told and presented themselves in front of Gaius' body. Aurelia took his hand and their children went pale. The rest of the crowd stared in silence, some weeping, at the moment between the broken family. Julius realized in that moment that he was no longer just a boy---he was the Caesar family's paterfamilias, their patriarch.

"Father," he muttered, placing a hand on Gaius' forehead. "I'm sorry about what happened..."

"Hail Caesar!"

Caesar snapped out of his spell when the merchant called out. Several others did the same until he stopped at a stand where plants of all kinds were sitting. Roses, lilies, laurels, ferns---you name it and it was most likely there. The man running the stand grinned.

"Hail Caesar!" he said. "The usual for this time of year, sir?"

"Yes, please," Caesar replied.

"Two ferns, three laurels, and one white rose." The merchant put the plants in a basket. "I know it's usually irrelevant but will that be all for now?"

"Um, actually, if it's not too much to ask, can I get four azaleas as well?"

"Of course. Anything for the greatest man in Rome!" The merchant added the azaleas into the basket. "That'll be the usual price with the addition of a few more denari please." Caesar paid the man. "Thank you sir. Hail Caesar!"

Caesar smiled and walked away. As he walked through the crowd, headed for the cemetery with several plebs shouting, "Hail Caesar!", only two people standing by the plant stand looked at this uncommon sight. Coincidentally, those two happened to be Lucius Vorenus and Titus Pullo.

"That's unusual," Pullo said.

"What is?" Vorenus asked.

"How often do you see Caesar carrying flowers around?"

"Well, that IS unusual." Vorenus turned to the merchant Caesar bought the plants from. "This may not be any of our business but what is Caesar doing with all those plants?"

"You don't know?" the merchant asked, his eyes wide.

"Know what?" Pullo inquired.

"About Caesar's father. It's almost the anniversary of his death. As a matter of fact, the only time of day he's seen outside is when he goes to visit his father's gave. Other than that no one sees him for about three days. He doesn't even appear in front of the senate from what I've heard." Vorenus' eyes widened.

"Really?" he said. The merchant nodded.

"Poor guy," Pullo said. "How old was he?"

"Caesar or his father?" the merchant replied.

"Both, I guess."

"His father was about fifty-five and Caesar was about fifteen. Yep, Caesar took it pretty hard."

"Oh my gods," both Pullo and Vorenus muttered. They turned to look at Caesar.

And judging by the expressions on their faces they honestly felt sorry for the dictator.

-That night-

"Julius?"

Caesar snapped his head up to find Posca standing in the doorway, frowning. His white hair was ruffled more than usual and he seemed a bit older than he actually was, indicating he may have been exhausted. The servant walked towards his master.

"Julius are you OK?"

Instead of answering, Caesar downed his bowl of wine. The only time Posca ever called him by something other than "domine" and "Caesar" was when he was worried about the dictator. With the change of what he'd called him, that was exactly what Posca had said after Caesar ran from his father's funeral decades ago.

"Julius," Posca repeated, "are you OK?"

"Yes," Caesar finally answered, looking at the scrolls in front of him while pouring more wine(apparently engaging in a drunken stupor was another thing he did this time of year). "I'm alright Posca."

"Are you sure?" Posca moved closer to him. "You're shaking like you either have been or are about to start crying."

"No." Caesar wiped his eyes with his sleeve, sounding choked up as he talked. "I'm OK."

"Are you sure?"

"Y-yes..."

"OK," Posca said, turning around and heading for the door. "I worry about you around this time, Julius. You're aware of that. Good night." He was almost out the door when something stopped him

"POSCA!!!!!" Caesar suddenly screamed.

A moment later he was sobbing hard into Posca's back, his arms thrown around his servant's neck and shoulders.

"Julius," Posca said, taking Caesar's arms off him enough to turn around. "Julius, it's OK."

Caesar couldn't reply with anything but his cries.

How long had it'd been since the dictator acted like this? Since his daughter died? No, that wasn't it. Sure, he was upset ad wanted to be alone for a bit but he hadn't broken down. Maybe it was Gaius' funeral...

Yes, Posca remembered. That was it.

"I-I still feel h-h-horrible," Caesar managed to choke out between each sob.

"Even though it's been many years since your father died, I believe you," Posca said. "Regardless of your spats every now and then, Master Gaius loved you as much as a father could love his son."

This only made Caesar cry much harder, his face buried in Posca's shoulder.

The servant patted his master's back, trying to calm him as he remembered Gaius doing when the two, meaning Gaius and Caesar, who was very young at the time, arrived home after a most dangerous encounter with Sulla. Sure enough, it worked and eventually Caesar's woe just turned into little sniffles.

"Are you OK now, Julius?" Posca asked when his master let go, their arms staying on each other's shoulders. Caesar nodded.

"I-I should be," he said, his voice still a bit shaky, as he wiped his face with the collar of his tunic. He patted one of Posca's shoulders when the latter let go of the former's. "Thank you, Posca. I feel... a bit better." Posca smiled a bit.

"That's good." He turned around. "Good night, Julius."

"Good night." Caesar went to sit back down but when he was almost to his seat Posca called for his attention.

"Domine." Secretly Caesar was relieved to hear himself being called that again. He turned around to face Posca, who was leaning against the doorframe. "Do you know why I call you by your nomen (middle name) when you're this upset?"

"No, why?"

"Because, domine, I've always viewed you as a kind of son to me, even if I am just your servant. I've thought of you that way even while your father was alive, particularly whenever he was gone. Do you remember that argument between your mother and father when you were a child? Your father had just returned from a battle he never told your mother he was leaving for."

"Oh right..."

Caesar, despite being only five at that time, remembered it clearly. The whole incident scared him so much he ran away but only Posca noticed and went to get him. The dictator grimaced.

"Oh gods, yes I do," he said. His grimaced turned into a more childish pout which despite his current age made him look much younger. "Mommy and Daddy scawed me."

Both busted out laughing.

"See you in the morning, domine," Posca said, waving good night. Caesar returned the gesture.

"Same to you, Posca," he said. "Thanks again."