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This first chapter is just history, so you dont actually have to read this to understand the story. I just wrote it to give some background and, in all honesty, it didn't come out too good.
The part in Bold is actual text from the game "Togainu no Chi" and is probably the only thing besides the terms that I will be using from that game. The characters are all from DRAMAtical Murder, with the exception of Shiki.
I dont own anything from either games, just my own ideas and my little OC.
There might be some character death, so beware.
Full Summary:
An AU cross-over fic. Ten years have passed since the end of the Third Division, and the people of Midorijima, their island left in shambles and ruin, have only recently started to rebuild and recover.
A young man of eighteen, Aoba Seragaki is a known delinquent and trouble maker. Participating in the street fighting game "Bl ster", he is the reigning champion of Midorijima under the name 'Sly Blue' that has yet to be defeated. At Aoba's side is Ren, a quiet man who has been a friend of Aoba's since childhood and the one who has taken it upon himself to take care of Aoba.
Following close behind Aoba are Virus and Trip, two men who consider themselves his biggest fans. While Aoba might not pay much attention to them, Ren is wary of the two, convinced they aren't all what they seem.
Across the sea, Sei, Aoba's older brother, searches for passage to Midorijima as he looks for any signs that his little brother, whom he hasn't seen in over ten years, is still alive. Accompanying him, albeit a bit reluctantly, is Rabbit, a street smart fourteen year old with a strange insensitivity to pain and a tragic past all his own.
After ten years apart, will the two brothers finally meet again?
"The Third Division.
The third World War in human history.
As it rode out the waves of rapid economic expansion that accompanied ideological establishment and development, the nation of Japan began to proceed down the path of absolute militarization.
A totalitarian ideology.
The control of citizenry that all but began in the womb.
An education thoroughly geared to producing military personnel.
It was a system optimized for fighting the war, or so they thought.
To the south east, just of the Japanese coast, was the small island nation of Midorijima, led by Toue Konzern, head of Toue Incorporations. Completely independent of its mother country, Midorijima took no sides and joined no armies, instead offering sanctuary to the unfortunate souls wary of constant violence and fear, housing them in the island's state of the art Platinum Jail. Peace cannot be obtained through violence. It can only be reached through pleasure, when the spirit is most truly content. That was the idea that Midorijima and its Platinum Jail were built upon. Why fight when you could be happy instead? Why sacrifice the youth when, instead, they could be raised and nurtured in a positive environment free of negative affirmations?
With its own idealistic ideology that stood against the will and ideologies of both its mother country and the rest of the world, Midorijima quickly became known as the world's only remaining safe-haven, and flourished as such. The small island thrived in a fashion unlike those in the past during such a violent time, seeming to gain its strength from the suffering of those less fortunate, the languid and the impecunious. Its well off occupants would want for not as they drank fine wine beneath the Platinum Jail's glorious and ever constant holographic moon while, just across a narrow stretch of surrounding sea, men and women were dying, bullets were ricocheting, and the real moon was becoming more and more obscure and dull with each bomb that fell.
The same could not be said, however, for those who lived in the Old Residents district. While often spoken about collectively, the only part of Midorijima that actually prospered was the third of the island occupied by the Platinum Jail and its residents. A high, thick wall separated the two peoples, a very bold line that separated the rich from the poor, those who were deemed worthy of protecting and those who had no purpose other than to act as a buffer against the war. For protection, those in the Platinum Jail were told upon their arrival, if any questions were asked. Not a word was spoken about those outside, as if they didn't even exist.
It would seem normal that all would be accepted into the so-called safe haven, but such was no t the case. If one could not afford the ticket into Platinum Jail, or was not invited by Toue Konzern himself, any travel to the island was strictly prohibited. Any travel in between Platinum Jail and the Old Residents District without proper authorization was strictly prohibited. All travel off of the island, even from the Platinum Jail, was absolutely forbidden. Any and all punishments were handled swiftly and harshly by the Alphas, Toue's own elite security team charged with "keeping the peace", utterly inhuman by design. With superior smirks behind the white masks they wore, the Alphas submitted all "wrong doers" to torturous "interrogations" accompanied by an indefinite imprisonment in barbed cages lacking both food and water, and the possibility of an immediate execution.
Peace cannot be obtained through violence.
It was, in reality, an ideology consciously built on lies, quixotic in its creation, smothering out all the cries of despair of those who bore its true weight. The outrage, the desperation, the agony, all left to simmer and brew as famine erupted and loved ones fell sick just outside the walls of Platinum Jail, all hushed away and kept secret from the rest of the world that was far too occupied fighting a war with no clear beginning.
A war with no clear beginning.
The Third Division.
Midorijima.
Toue Konzern.
A man with empathetic eyes and a kind smile, seemingly ageless in appearance, sharply dressed and gentlemanly in all mannerisms. That was how the world viewed Toue Konzern, who owned businesses ranging from agriculture to Architecture to medicine worldwide, the one who spent his life trying to make the world a better place. Such an altruistic man.
No one seemed to notice that what showed in his eyes was not a plethora of compassion and deep understanding, but instead a cleverly masked slyness. No one could tell that his kind smile was, instead, a deceitful smirk as he remained quietly amused with the rest of the world.
Behind all the encouraging speeches and the outstretched hands and the pleas to stop all the useless fight was a man that thought fatalistically, believing that those who were successful were the ones that fate deemed the victorious and lived, while the losers were simply the ones that acted as stepping stones to a higher peak, unworthy of praise. That was the real Toue Konzern.
And the real Toue Konzern was determined to rule the world.
There were no sure reasons as to why he wanted this, because it was not for the riches or the power. Maybe he thought that it was the only way to truly obtain peace, that only he, at the very top, could maintain balance.
Maybe he just wanted to see how high he could go, see how long fate would continue to reward him, see how far his intelligence and planning would take him. And if fate did, indeed, reward him with the world, then that was just how things were meant to be.
So he continued forward quietly, with subtly pointed fingers and low whispers. It was so easy to accuse others of things they hadn't done, to stir up already tense relationships to get what he wanted.
Why fight a war others can fight for you?
Why not play the savior to those worthy of survival?
It was all just a game, one that he was winning with almost no effort as his Alphas continued to weave themselves deeper into the inner workings of the world, spreading his influence and power under the guise of living flesh and bone. Toue Konzern did not lose any sleep over the thought of the lives that had been lost because of him; his mind didn't stray often to the destruction he caused other than to muse over the pride of man. He did not flinch at the idea of children being raised into soldiers, their innocence swiped from them before it could ever be experienced.
It'll all be over soon.
And his utopia would rein.
Or it would not.
No one, to this day, knows exactly what happened- all documents pertaining to the incident and all incidents following destroyed in flame and acid. No one knows just what cause Toue's fall, but rumors did spread. Rumors of a man with a mission he himself had compromised because he could no longer live with the life he had been given, because he believed there was something in the broken world worth salvaging. Rumors of a man who was not a man that learned to be human. And it supposedly was because of this man that every lie crumbled like a sand castle gone dry.
Most didn't believe that this man existed and that his actions were just words spun to hide any shame and embarrassment, but no one could deny that all eyes were suddenly turned toward Midorijima. A great maelstrom of violence came down upon the island suddenly and without warning, scaring it beyond recognition as the Platinum Jail fell, taking what remained of the war with it. Those in the Platinum Jail, regardless of stature and wealth, were arrested and questioned before being sent back to their own countries under close watch of their respective governments. Those in the Old Residents District who survived the battles were shipped out to nearby countries, families often separated when spaces on boats and cargo planes became numbered.
Treaties were signed, and all the warring countries kept their peace as they licked their wounds and rebuilt, the dead mourned and buried. It was reluctant, with relationships left somewhat strained, but the world remained calm.
Ten years have passed.
We are here, now, and finally return.
What'd ya think?
-tcf
