.hack//SIGN Fan Fiction / .hack//LIMINALITY Fan Fiction / .hack//Legend Of Twilight Bracelet Fan Fiction ❯ Episode Two: .hack//Legacy ❯ PartyPartyPartyPartyPartyParty... ( Chapter 2 )

Chapter Two- Party! Party! Party! Party! Party! Party! Party! … - The Real World

 

“Life is just a dream you know,” Dan sang to the song Blue. “It's never ending. I'm Ascending!” Vanessa clapped her hands.

“I forgot how well you sing. You know,” she leaned over to him, “you should sing with me on Sundays!” Dan shook his head.

“You must not remember the Baby Jesus Incident.” He said. Jas and Morgan stifled laughs. Vanessa thought for a second.

“The one where your voice cracked mid song?” Dan nodded. “And then your best friend stood up and said-“

“YES!” Dan semi-shouted. Vanessa frowned. “Sorry, but I still don't like to think about it.”

“I dunno. Someday you'll sing with me onstage.” Dan laughed at Vanessa's comment.

“Yes. Someday.” Jas pointed to their left.

“Look! There's the house.” Morgan snorted.

“'That's not a tumor!' Heh. That is a full-blown MTV Crib!”

“Nice Arnold.” Dan said. “Yep. Mansion at large.” He drove into the driveway, where a white gloved, black suited, elderly butler stopped them.

“Valet.” He said, slowly, anciently, and with a crackly voice.

“Ah. Yes.” The four exited the van. Dan reached into his wallet, grabbed a ten, and handed it to the valet.

“For your service.” The valet smiled, showing a mouth devoid of teeth.

“Have a good evening, sir.” He got into the car and drove off. Dan laughed.

“I just got the worst mental image.”

“What of?” Morgan asked.

“The Car Garage in Ferris Bueller's Day Off.” The four laughed.

“As if that guy has a buddy who'll joy ride with him!” They walked to the door, where yet another butler stood. This one, however, looked, smelled, and spoke like a club bouncer.

“Invitation?” Dan procured the four invitations. “Name?”

“Uh?”

“NAME?”

“Jarvis!” Darren cried from the doorway. “These are my friends. Let them in!” Jarvis nodded.

“IN.” The four hurriedly walked into the house. Darren smiled, kissed the girls on the cheek, and shook the two guy's hands. There was no noise except for what they made.

“Welcome! I am so glad you could make it. And may I say that your costumes are great! Except for you, Jas. I expected better than the Schoolboy outfit!” Jas indicated his bag. “Ah. Well, stay here and I'll guide you to a room. Everyone else, follow me.”

“Um, Darren?” Morgan asked, slightly blushing.

“Yeah Bailey?”

“Are we the only ones here?” Darren laughed.

“No, of course not!” He knocked on a wall. “Soundproofed.” The group nodded. Darren pointed to a door. “Through there is the party. I am going to go show Jas to my room.” He bowed and gently grabbed Jas's forearm, leading him away from the three.

“Well, he certainly is much more different than what I thought.” Dan said softly. Vanessa leaned over and gave him a kiss.

“Well, shall we?” She indicated the door.

 

“Well, Jas, would you like the tour?” Darren asked. Jas shrugged.

“Sure, why not.” Darren nodded and led him upstairs.

“This wing is entirely devoted to my dad's work. Over here is a bathroom. If we keep walking this way we would run into the game room. Over here is the upstairs dining room. Here is the music room, and behind it is the drawing room.” He indicated a bookcase. “And here is my room.” Jas looked at the books.

“Ooookay. I'm guessing that either you're Gumby, or your room is behind the shelves.” Darren laughed.

“Well, here's the secret. Second shelf, fifth book. In most cases this is where any switch is.” Darren said as he indicated the book. He then reached out and pulled the book forward. He took a step back. The bookshelf swung forward, revealing his room.

“Erm… wow!” Jas managed to get out finally. Darren laughed.

“I know. Well, follow me.” He walked into the room.

 

The party was, summed in a few words, crowded, noisy, insane, and fun. Dan and Vanessa danced, and Morgan danced with a kid her age named Jon. The two of them were extremely good at dancing, thus they did so, without interruption. Dan and Vanessa, on the other hand, left the dance floor and went into another room that was designated for the party.

The room was dimmer than the other, and was set up like a restaurant. Dan and Vanessa sat down, decided what they were going to get, and were waited upon by a butler named Jean-Claude.

“Ah, bon soir. How are we doing?” Jean-Claude asked, his voice thick with French accent. Dan spoke to the man in perfect French, leaving Jean-Claude reeling.

“'Ow do you speak the Francais?” Dan laughed.

“Who really knows. Please go get our food.” Jean-Claude bowed with much more respect than he had shown at the other tables and rushed to get their food. Vanessa, who had been gaping at Dan, finally got words to speak.

“Um, how?” She managed to say. Dan laughed.

“Long story. Just know that I know many different languages. I am kinda a language nerd. Remember when we were looking for Conquest? Well, I said I was a linguist. That is almost correct. I can perform a linguist's function, however it isn't my specialty.”

“And, pray tell, what is?” Vanessa asked, her curiosity piqued.

“Fluency.”

“The ability to speak, read, and write in several languages.” Vanessa stated.

“Don't forget think.” Dan said with a smile. “I would hate to be understated.” Vanessa laughed.

“Ah, pride.” Dan shook his head.

“Yeah, well, it's good some of the time. However, sometimes-“

“Sometimes what?”

“Well, I have a condition- I termed it myself- called Multilingual Dyslexia. I could be thinking in one language, writing in another, and speaking in another. Or, I sometimes slip into other languages without realizing it. There is also the part where I have no natural accent, and because I read so much, I sound like a book. You never heard this story, but when I was on vacation this summer, I was swimming with this girl called Ashley. She thought I was gay because of how I spoke. I told her that I was foreign, and she didn't ask anymore.” Vanessa was laughing when two guys sat down with them.

“What?” One asked in a completely homosexual tone. “You're gay too?”

“Great, dear. We can have that threesome we so wanted.” The other said. Vanessa banged her head on the table. These two were some of Dan's friends from way back, Phil and Zack. Yes, they were gay. In fact, they were forced out of the closet. Literally. They were making out in Phil's closet when his mom opened the door. However, she took it in good nature, and accepted her son instead of shunning him. Dan laughed at the thought of their mom if something like this happened to them.

“No. I am DATING Vanessa. I am not gay. Besides, there are plenty of other fish in the sea… well, at least wherever gay fish are.” Dan said. The two guys laughed.

“Well, babe, I think it's time we went back into the closet.” Phil said.

“I hope it doesn't have sharp things, like the maintenance room at school.” Zack muttered. The two left Vanessa and Dan, who after they were clear started laughing.

“Ah, monsieur?” Jean-Claude murmured from beside the table.

“Oui?” Jean-Claude then went into rapid French. Dan nodded and replied.

“D'accord?” Jean-Claude bowed and took a few steps away. Dan looked at Vanessa.

“Follow me, and I'll explain in a second.” He helped her out of her seat, took her hand, and the two followed Jean-Claude.

 

“So, what do you think?” Darren asked Jas.

“Uh, whoa?” Jas said, indicating the room. It was half the size of his HOUSE. It had every luxury there was, and then probably more on top of that. Darren hit a concealed button on the wall, which shut the bookcase door.

“Yeah, I still think that. Well, you can change in here. Um, if you want me to leave, I can.” Jas waved his hand.

“Nah, don't worry about it. Besides, I might get lost.” Darren laughed at that.

“Yeah, I know.” Jas took off his shirt.

“So, what exactly does your dad do?” Darren thought for a second.

“Well, several things. He works very closely with CC Corps, handling hackers, security, and the like. He also does stocks, and manages on-line stuff. It's a lot.” Jas un-hooked his belt.

“Hey, aren't you going to wear anything?” He asked Darren, who was wearing his typical clothes.

“Well, I was, but, well. I don't know. It's kinda silly.” He showed Jas his costume.

“It'll go perfectly with what I have. Put it on.”

“Um, okay.” Darren slid out of his shirt. “You know, I never figured that soccer players had good upper muscles. I mean, it is a sport that requires feet.” He looked at Jas's bare chest. “However, you proved me wrong.” Jas looked at Darren.

“You aren't that bad yourself. I take it this place has a gym?” Darren nodded. “Nice. I play DDR in order to stay in shape.” Darren laughed.

“I love that game.” The two were now pants-less. “Dude, do you shave your legs?” He asked Jas.

“No. My family is part Indian.”

“Ah. But Dan-“

“Adopted.”

“Oh. I see. That makes sense.” The two looked at each other. “You wanna stay over tonight?” Darren asked.

“I guess. Let me ask my mom, then my brother.” The two, now fully dressed, walked to the phone.

 

“You know, you're a pretty good dancer.” Morgan said to Jon. He laughed.

“Well, I've been doing this for years.” Something in Morgan's mind clicked.

“Hey, your voice sounds familiar. Have we met before?”

“Nope. Why?”

“Wait. I have an idea. What is your character's name in The World?”

“What's yours?” He asked in a slightly creepy voice.

“Joker.” Jon's face light up in surprise.

“Yes, we have. My name is Shinjitsu. It means truth. I am a Listener, and I was assigned to your specific case. Listen, there is something you need to know, it's-“

“Morgan?” Jas cried over the din of the music. She turned her head and started to laugh.

“Wow. POPE in the house? And a Cardinal? Freaky!”

“Hah, funny. Where's Dan?”

“Not so sure. Why?”

“Tell him that I am staying the night here. I will see him tomorrow if I don't see him tonight.”

“Ah, a sleepover. Hey, Jas, this is-“ Morgan looked for Jon only to find him gone. “Well, never mind I guess. We'll talk later.”

“Okay, well, I'm off to go get something to drink.” Jas walked off, followed by Darren, who was conversing with the surrounding people, playing his part of good host. Morgan laughed, and looked at her hand.

“Delta: Chronicling Her Holy Ground. One a.m. Be there, alone.- Shinjitsu.”

“Oh, so THIS is how we're going to play the game, eh?” She laughed. “Fine.” She cracked her knuckles. “Bring it.”

 

“How nice!” Vanessa said. Dan and she had been led into a private dining room. Jean-Claude set their places, and promised that the food would be there shortly. He also procured a bottle of wine, which he stated would go well with the food. He then put rolls of bread on the bread. With a spin, he exited the room.

“Yeah. He said that because I was French I deserved better. I agree.” Dan said with a laugh.

“So, what kind of wine is this?”

“It's a red wine. You'll like it.” He drank more from the glass that Jean-Claude had poured for him to taste. Vanessa did the same and smiled.

“It tastes warm going down the throat.” Dan smiled.

“Roll, dear?”