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Furusato (故郷)

Summary:

Light and darkness. The living and the dead. Four groups. Three universes. One truth.

It all started after Babylonium issued a red alert upon discovering an important artifact had been stolen from Canopus, the main tower that controls the central universe. Since then, nothing has been the same. Mysterious deaths were reported all over Babylonium, Shin Tokyo and Cho Tokyo. Were the perpetrators really the cause of these occurrences, were they the catalyst, or were they just caught up in the middle of it? No one knows for sure.

The four groups started to move in the shadows, searching for the reason and solution for their problems.
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ROWDY SHOGUN. MAD JESTERS. ASTRO9. JIGGY BOYZ.

Were they driven by a sense of justice or peace, or were they already controlled by desire and individuality?

Each of them had their own reason, including Lupus and Lucas. Above all, the two of them just wanted to be by each other’s side, as long as time allows them to.

Notes:

Lupus/Lucas (KazuHoku) fic loosely based on Battle of Tokyo multiverse. This is my first fanfic, so please forgive my shortcomings as i’ll try to improve myself more and more in my writings <3y

Disclaimer: This fic was started and completed before ldh releases the novel & other BOT projects in 2021, so it is basically derived from my headcannons // not canon-compliant.

(See the end of the work for other works inspired by this one.)

Chapter 1: Prologue - IKIGAI 生き甲斐

Notes:

Ikigai (生き甲斐) - the reason for being/ existing

Chapter Text

Red.
Red was all I see around me.
Whether it was from the blood spilled on the ground, or from the bright ember of fire, burning everything to the ground. The color of the sky bleeds red, the first glimpse of night started to chase away the dusk.

I could not even remember what happened before this. One second I was standing alone in the middle of nowhere, the next thing I knew, I was getting swept away in the midst of a stampede. People were running away and pushing each other left and right. Running away from what, exactly, I did not know.

In the midst of chaos, I saw him. He looked around the same age as me, standing motionless right in the middle of the street. He had dark red hair, the color so deep it almost resembled blood a distance. His face was full of soot and grime, but his eyes stayed unblinking, facing towards the sky.

Suddenly, I was overcome with feelings of protectiveness towards this unknown person whom I had never met before. Before I knew it, my body was already acting on an autopilot, escaping the crowd and moving in an opposite direction from them. I just wanted to go to this red-haired boy, to take him away and save him from this place.

When I reached him, the shadows around us seemed to be closing in. The moon and the stars seemed to be hiding themselves as well, turning the night darker than pitch black.

“Hey,” I said, with no response from him. I did not know his name. I had no choice but to grab his hand and tried to call him again. He seemed to be broken out of stupor and finally, finally he looked at me.

“Let’s go,” I said, almost pleadingly.

We ran away, leaving the burned city behind us. The shadows also seemed to stop chasing us after that. But I knew that the darkness would come one day, looking for him.