OC Characters in Canon Settings
Sometimes, I like to take a character I have, Hyuude Uzaki, and put him into different canons, such as various shows, etc. and try to imagine what all would happen in that Canon.
Now, in order to understand why this would be entertaining, you have to realize what kind of hero/anti-hero/douchebag Hyuude is. Hyuude is a firm embodiment of almost every single over-wrought action anime cliche ever, ranging from EXTREME HOT BLOOD to crazy-ass head exploding martial arts moves, except in one firm exception: He is most definitely nowhere near a hero. He's arrogant, self-confident, a total jerk, and mostly does stuff just because he feels like doing it, not really doing anything because he knows it will be "good" to do it.
So, let's begin with a perennial favorite, Dragonball Z:
"SHUT UP! I'M TRYING TO WATCH THE NEWS!"
A bottle was thrown from a man sitting on a barstool, legs kicked up onto the bar, staring up at the screen inside of a rather dull, shabby looking tavern of sorts in West City. He had on little more than a dull black vest, pants, and a rope holding the pants up. Not even a pair of shoes to his name, although considering how hardened his feet were, it was doubtful he even needed the things. A long, scraggly mane of brown hair sprouted from his head, defying styling or anything remotely resembling order. And indeed, on the news, a fast-talking news commentator was speaking, yelling into the microphone as, apparently, whooshing energy waves were blasting around the area, some green plant thingy was saying he was gonna destroy the world, Hercule had gotten his ass handed to him, and a bunch of swedish douchebags with too much hair gel (looked like ABBA, really) decided that they were gonna step up to the plate now. "Fuckin' amateurs. Ain't got a prayer. Hercule's a piece of crap too." The man commented with an arrogant smirk. He spit to the side, as someone off to the corner of the bar yelled, "Hey! Don't make fun of Hercule! He's the champ! He's number one!"
The arrogant smirk on the man's face vanished with that as he slid off of the bar stool, and made his way over to the man in the corner. "Listen up. Listen good." He picks up the man by his collar, lifting the scrawny businessman-type up and staring him right in the eyes. "You idiot. You don't even get it. I am the fist that smashes the heavens, the hand that smites all of hell. If ANYONE is gonna kick the shit out of some green bug thingy, it's gonna be me. Who wants to take bets, eh?" He dropped the man with a loud THUNK on the table, causing him to yelp and scurry back to his seat. A couple guys stepped up, and said, "Yeah. Sure. Hundred bucks. Who're we putting this on?" The arrogant man, giving his smirk once more, said, "Hyuude Uzaki. I'll be back in a couple hours." With that statement, Hyuude walked out of the door, the door slamming shut behind him, as the people still in the bar laughed. “What a chump. He’ll get his ass kicked out there.”
Aah, the smell of a crisp, blowing breeze mixed with the scent of burned up vegetation and tossed-around rocks and dirt. That was always an interesting experience to come across, and one Hyuude never really had the chance to experience, well, ever. He got out of the taxi cab, tossing the driver a couple coins as he headed down the dirt embankment to see a damn sorry sight. Most of those ABBA members were down on the ground, getting wailed on by some blue shits while the big green guy was taunting some kid or whatever. Again, same blonde IKEA look, what a boring person. Can’t even be trusted on not conforming to their little group. Stepping on up to the nigh-ruined arena where these “games” were being held, Hyuude kicked a stone as it clattered around, pointing one finger at Mr. Bugsy and yelling, “Hey hey hey heyheyheyhey! You there, green-ass!” He reared one foot back and stomped the ground behind him, laughing the entire time, as the ground kicked up a slight bit of dirt for the moment. Pretty much everyone stopped for a moment, staring at the reckless human incredulously. Some muttering was heard in the back, “His power…. Wow, he’s weak. Really, really weak. Unless he’s hiding something….” The green guy merely signaled one of the blue things, as the little mini-me approaches, chittering and babbling about something or other. He rolled one shoulder, saying, “Yeah. Green-ass. Don’t send any wimps to me, c’mon over here! Yeah! You!” The blue thing squealed, and charged at Hyuude, and slammed one fist towards him, sending him rocketing back intko a pillar of the run-down arena with a BAM He crumpled to the floor for a moment, his girn having faded, before it raised right on back up, his lips in that same upturned mischevious grin as always. “Woo! Good warmup! Now it’s time to get SERIOUS.” He leapt to his feet, before stomping the ground once behind him yet again, the ground shaking as the arena was cracked and splintered even more.
The blue thing didn’t even see it coming. First thing it knew, it was standing up, and then Hyuude was in front of it, grabbing its face and lifting it up, slamming down its face into the ground in an explosion of dirt and bodily fluids as the thing was seemingly vaporized. “A thousand fighting styles exist on the face of the planet, each with their own skills, each with their own talents, yet all falter before the indefatiguable might of Satsujinken! Do you see my spirit soaring? Do you feel my blood BOILING?! You IDIOT! Don’t you get it?! I am the fist that smashes the heavens! I am the hand that smites all of hell! Undefeated, indomitable, relentless in my pursuit of victory! I am Hyuude Uzaki, tremble before my might!” At this stage, the itty bitty blue lizardy thingies decided the best case scenario was ganging up in numbers, and so a large number of them charged the man, latching onto arms and legs, and exploding in an attempt to take him down. As the smoke cleared, Hyuude was standing there, clothing ripped and torn, but otherwise unharmed, and laughing. That same cocky grin graced his face as he pointed to the green bug thing. “Hey. Guy. You forgot to tie your shoes today.” As it looked down towards its feet, Hyuude was there in a flash, delivering an uppercut that almost severed the thing’s head in one go, the creature stumbling backwards. “Pfft. Fell for the dumbest trick in the book.” He heard multiple grunts of consternation and gasps of amazement from the now standing and watching IKEA crew, with their hair boners. Heh. Hair boners. They kept on saying some things like his energy has skyrocketed impossibly, but oh, Hyuude cared not.
Blasting towards that green thingy one more time as it was recovering from a severe case of head-almost-off-itis, Hyuude pointed one finger again towards it as he rocketed on the ground towards the creature. He finally got to where he wanted to go, and yelled, “Understand now, that my power is immeasurable, my might impossible, and my fury unimaginable! My fighting soul rides on the fires of victory! Can you feel it? CAN YOU FEEL IT?! Now, unleash, Tengokusumasshinguken!”, and with that, his fists began to slam into the creature. One time. Two times. Four times. Over and over and over, until his fists began to become a faint blur, as suddenly, from around him, spiritual fists began to be summoned from seemingly nothing, slamming into the creature as well. This horrifyingly punishing move ended in the creature rendered into little more than a tiny, thin dust. And that meant no more stupid regeneration. “Booyeah.”
I wrote this mostly for entertainment and quickness, so it probably is terrible and doesn't follow all sorts of nifty rules of grammar.
Oh, and if you guys have similar tales, go ahead and share them.
Last edited by Durandal; 07-15-2012 at 05:35 AM.