The guy they call death

hi guys this is my first ever fanfiction! ever! It's a galactik football fic, kinda nervous please be kind!

there will be some romance l8r, there will be blood and gore and there may be swearing (all l8r), other than that i will keep it clean but T cos I'm paranoid, oh and their will be oc characters!

I know this 1st chapter is kinda boring but please when i'm done, try the second, i have a lot of ideas and unfortunately they all come at a l8r point- gah why am i such a slow starter lol it will get betr pinkie swear ;)

I know theres barely any sci fi 4 snow kids, but really this thing wont b just sci fi, itll cover a whole range of genres, and hopefully u all wont hate it! lol

hope you enjoy!

D'Jok called him. Micro-ice continued playing his video game-something to do with ninjas-, lounging on the couch. He sighed again, and called once more, louder this time. Micro-ice looked up lazily one eye still on the screen, then started and dropped the controller when he saw D'joks outfit.

He was dressed in a black suit rimmed at the collar and cuffs with metallic gold, it would've looked sharp only the gaudy gold utility belt squeezing it in to tight and the pointy green shoes he was also wearing overpowered it.

Micro-ice gawked 'Um, D'jok –what the hell?!' He gasped

'... And… why?'

D'jok was silent, he was already regretting this, he felt guilty for coming to Micro-ice with it, but well, he reasoned that he'd help Micro-ice, if he were in the same situation. And besides, he'd helped Micro-ice with embarrassing scenes loads of times.

He still felt guilty though, he knew Micro-ice had been looking forward to having time to beat his personal record without Thran- the game master- grabbing a second controller and forcing him to go one on one with him.

Thran was out with his parents and his brother for a family meal today, which meant all the more that he was completely depending on Micro-ice. D'jok sighed, he was embarrassed for having to do this, especially with Micro-ice who usually came to him with his problems.

Micro-ice started to laugh, muffling it with his sleeve.

'Mei wants me to go to this function with her and her parents, and apparently I have to wear this if I want to go.'

'Then don't go' Micro-ice laughed beneath his sleeve 'and again… what?'

'I have to, and it's a uniform for all under-eighteen men attending. The shoes however are a present from Mei's mother'

Micro-ice silently thanked god again for stopping him from ever having a chance with Mei.

'Does the woman have no taste or what?' he guffawed.

'She has taste alright she just wants to embarrass me because I'm captain of the team and Mei got carded last game.'

Micro-ice rolled his eyes and grinned 'So you came to show me your outfit so you could complain about it?' then switching to a high-pitched voice and clasping his hands 'Oh tell me all of your woes my poor, poor captain! Sympathy! Sympathy!'

'Shut up'

D'jok half-glared barely trying to hide the fact that Micro-ice's voice transforming into an over dramatic whimpering fan girl's one, was pretty funny, D'jok waited for him to notice that he'd forgotten to pause his game.

'What's wrong? Am I not sympathetic enough' asked Micro-ice with mock concern. D'jok half smiled, he wasn't feeling so guilty anymore.

He'll just have to deal with it, he thought after all, I've saved his butt more times than I can count.

'Ha, ha, not.' He glared ' No, I'm not just here to complain smart ass, not about the fact that my girlfriend doesn't seem to care that her mother is about to publicly embarrass me in front of everyone in her company and in the entire galaxy considering that there is definitely going to be media coverage for a designer clothes business party like the one she's talking about.

Or about how she lied through her teeth and said that the belt was flattering, or about the fact that I'm going to be one of the only 'under-eighteen men' going, or about the fact that she's saying I'm being whiny about these god awful shoes, I mean how would she react if she had to wear something like this for my dad's work?'

'Ha I think she'd probably be more worried about the amount of guns and spying involved'

'Exactly there's no way she would! And-' he was about to carry on in his tirade when Micro-ice interrupted him.

'No you're not complaining at all'

D'jok cracked a smile 'Whatever, anyway the point is that you're coming to.'

'What!?'

' I'm about to go out dressed like this' He gestured with distaste to his clothes.

'It'll definitely be –if only a little- better, if I don't have to do it alone.

'D'jok you can't be serious!' Micro-ice laughed 'There is no way in hell I'm going to a party with Mei and her mother if I don't have to.'

'Micro-ice we're best friends! I'm about to completely humiliate myself, are you really refusing to help me? Besides their might be some cute girls there, I mean it is a clothes company and all'

Micro-ice raised his eyebrow, he highly doubted whether girls attending an obviously posh party like this would even look at him. 'D'jok I'm not THAT desperate'

'Micro-ice I really need your help on this.' D'jok eyed him.

Micro-ice sighed.

'Micro-ice'

He groaned.

'Please?'

Micro-ice looked him in the eyes and raised his hands in defeat. D'jok knew from the start that he'd win, the moment he decided to go to Micro-ice .

Micro-ice just didn't have the heart to let anyone face the terrors of social trauma of the likes D'jok was tackling, not alone anyway, besides it's not like he'd ever abandon his best friend.

'I don't even have the thing to wear' Micro-ice said weakly, half-heartedly grasping at the fast retreating vision of his relaxing evening.

D'jok grinned and brought out a suit -identical to his own apart from being wrapped in cellophane- from behind his back.

He handed it to his grim-face friend and turned to leave, he heard Micro-ice yelp as he remembered his game. '…Noooooooooooooo! My level! D'jok you-

He laughed to himself, Micro-ice you never change.

It's a bit of a slow starter but well yeah, i said this all before huh?

oh well, i'll keep trying, thanks 4 reading it!