Cardfight Vanguard: Chaos Reborn
Chapter 1
The Weeping Dream
In the skies above a certain dead city in Japan are lifeless gray clouds and black rings that have become known as the harbingers of death in this world. Creatures from another world that called themselves Link Joker perverted the card game known as Vanguard….. a card game loved by many into a weapon of war. These evil things that dared to call themselves a "clan" corrupted the minds of countless fighters and turned them into mindless puppets against their former friends for the sake of bringing their "units" into the real world, so that they can in turn harvest Earth like crops on a farm. At the time this world crossing event occurred, the young teen who was considered to be the strongest fighter of their time Aichi Sendou attempted to defeat the demon king behind this threat while the remaining uncorrupted fighters around the world fought back to buy him time.
"Shh… so far we've gone undetected in the enemy's base, so let's keep it up right up until we take out the final boss." a young man whispered, of whom was no more than 19 or 20 years old.
"Damn it…. we attacked them while security was at its lowest with a thousand fighters….. over 3/4ths of the resistances remaining forces. Only 20 of us made it inside and only we 4 managed to reach the last few floors." another young man of whom appeared to be the same age as the first whispered with anger, "Bob and Tai wanted to rebuild their family's hospital. Miyuki wanted to open her own restaurant chain…. Damn it!"
"We all lost people…. you're story isn't anything special." a young woman retorts.
"The hell…. you insulting my friends? If it wasn't for Bob sacrificing himself by pushing that damn Link Joker unit off of you…. well there wouldn't even be a you." the second you man said as he was barely able to resist yelling out in anger.
"There's no point in arguing…. she's right on how we all lost people close to us, but if we don't finish this we'll lose whoever's left." another young woman declared of whom appeared to be the leader of this group.
These four are dressed like the kind of resistance fighters you'd see in movie franchises like the Terminator series. Namely they were all wearing old patched up clothes that covered their entire bodies, dirt from sleeping on the floor, dust from narrowly escaping death or an even worse fate, and for some reason they were all covering their faces.
"Now let's go already… the diversion team isn't going to last much longer." the leader declared as he and the rest of her group started to climb an emergency stair case one step at a time.
Aichi Sendou fought as hard as he could against the demon king, however the former despite his efforts was ultimately defeated by the latter of the two. Aichi's best friend attempted to defeat this same evil even though he helped cause it, but even he ended up falling as well. Hope plummeted amongst the fighters of Earth upon the announcement of these results, but there were still warriors… no… there were still fighters who refused to give up. The surviving fighters from each country gathered together praising the heroism of Aichi, condemned the actions of his best friend, and for the sake of waging one last war. Five years have passed since that auspicious day; however the resistance's numbers continued to be whittled away until only a few thousand people who weren't either killed or corrupted by Link Joker remained.
"How….. much…. farther boss?" the first young man asked as gasped for air whilst continuing to climb up stair after stair.
"Signs are faded, but at this point it shouldn't be more than a few more floors." The young squad leader declared.
"Then we have to cross the top floor to get to the staircase to the roof." The cool-headed lady of the group pointed out.
"And make it pass the boatloads of security that will definitely be there." the hot-blooded young man pointed out as well.
Much like the surviving military forces in the movie "Independence Day", what's left of the resistance marshaled their surviving fighter for the sake of waging one final assault on Link Joker's main stronghold on Earth. The location of this stronghold is none other than the very same skyscraper where Aichi Sendou and Toshiki Kai fell half a decade ago.
"Get down!" the young squad leader ordered.
The young lady and her three friends immediately dropped to the floor as if they had heard the distinct whistling noise of a mortar shell about to hit pay dirt, but thankfully the reason these four had to hit the deck had nothing to do with explosives.
"What is it?" the hot-blooded member of the group whispered.
"Look up there." the squad leader said as she points to a hole in the staircase wall between the floor her group is on and the one above it.
Ever since the various portals formed from these black rings opened up… a countless number of Link Joker units even a few reversed units from Cray appeared wreaking havoc all over the world, and as a result Earth's remaining fighters became rather familiar with the appearance of each one. The one unit standing in the middle of the hole in the wall while thankfully not looking through it is a Star-Vader, Colony Maker and it's attention seems to be drawn to the intense battle going on at the ground floor, but it's not moving towards it.
"Why isn't it moving?" the first young man whispered.
"In large scale battles Colony Makers don't move unless directly attacked or specifically ordered to engage since like its card form… its primary purpose is to summon reinforcements." The cool-headed young woman whispered, "As a precaution they never stay in one place too long, so we'll have no choice but to keep quiet wait until it leaves otherwise.."
The cool-headed young woman stopped their as she and her teammates all knew that it meant "We'll easily be meeting our ancestors in a tight space like this."
"Come on…. hurry up and move… the others aren't going to last long out there." the young squad leader thought as she fails to notice that one of her hands brushed up against a pebble sized piece of cement rubble.
The small pebble bounces down the stairs step by step making a distinct noise as if to fulfill the horror movie cliché where the main cast of characters is hiding within feet of the killing monsters.
"Please don't notice the noise…. Please don't notice the noise." was the collective thoughts of this group of four as the cement pebble continued to drop in altitude.
This particular Colony Maker raised its head causing this group of four to hope that it decided to move somewhere else, but no….. it simply turns its head in one direction allowing four pathetic humans to enter its gaze. These 4 survivors then feel an immense amount of killing intent being directed towards them…. no that's not right… ultimately it's a machine so it's more like an immense fear of death emerges from within these 4.
"RUUUUNNN!" the young man screamed as he and his allies quickly got up from their prone position.
These four don't even have the time to take a step forward before this Colony Maker launches a beam of energy from its staff towards them, but they do have time to narrowly avoid the attack by pressing their bodies against the very edge of the stair case. The damage from the Colony Maker's attack causes another unfortunately timed cliché to occur….. namely the one where the staircase behind these four begins to collapse at a steadily increasing rate.
"GO GO GO GO!" the young squad leader screamed as she and her allies would rather die in battle rather than from a cliché.
The Colony Maker doesn't move from its position as it continued to fire upon these four humans and it's attacks thankfully only hit the walls of this staircase column rather than the stairs itself or the humans climbing up them, however this chain of good luck can't possibly continue forever.
"Shit!" the hot-blooded young man thought as he slipped on one of the steps and fell to his knees.
"Hang on I'm coming!" the first young man yelled as he takes notice of his ally's plight.
The young man was stopped when his two allies of the opposite gender grabbed him by the arms, and it was for good reason too as one of the Colony Maker's attacks scored a direct hit on the stairs leaving only a large hole in its wake.
"Jump already! I'll catch you!" the young man screamed.
The hot-blooded young man attempts to stand back up, but for some reason…. no rather for an obvious one he quickly falls back down to his knees. It's clear that this other young man must have sprained his ankle quite badly since the adrenaline running through him couldn't allow him to ignore the pain.
"Just go! We all knew the risks when we volun-" the hot-blooded young man was saying as he was suddenly rendered silent by shock, "Behind you!"
"Wha.." the young man mumbled as he looks back up the stairs only to see his two female companions fall to the ground never to get back up again.
The last thing this young man sees after that is the metallic claws of a Star-Vader, Meteor Liger mere centimeters away from his neck. Ironic since the card form of this beast happens to be a critical trigger, but all that remains for this young man afterwards is simply the black empty void of death.
"So this is the afterlife? Just a black empty space?" the young man laughs.
The young man finds himself in a black empty space just as he described, and for some reason he can clearly see every detail of his body even though there is no light in this place.
"Damn it….. I was supposed to save the world, we were supposed to rebuild what was destroyed, and we were supposed to avenge everyone who was lost or turned." The young man mumbled as he falls to his knees crying, "DAAAAAMN IIIIIIT!"
No one should complain about this young man feeling this way as who wouldn't feel like crying after witnessing their light within the dark suddenly extinguished without warning?
"What the…" the young man mumbled as his eyes were drawn to a strange site within this empty space.
Perhaps the young man wasn't dead and he was simply hallucinating from the blood loss or maybe he was dead and some divine power was intervening, but a screen of light appeared before him allowing the young man to once again gaze into the realm of the living.
"What…. that's me?" the young mumbled as the screen showed his lifeless body laying down next to his two friends.
Then this screen of light shows this young man's last living ally as well as his reaction to the end of their existences.
"Damn it! Do you bastards have to take away everything I have left?!" the hot-blooded young man screamed, "Well come on! Finish the job already!"
"No you idiot, run away!" the young man screamed at the top of his lungs even though he knew in his heart that his friend could no longer hear him.
As if it was an act of mercy…. the view within this screen of light pans away from his hot-blooded friend as his final war cry comes to an abrupt end, but if the young man knew what this screen was about to show him next… then he would have rather have chosen to see his friend's final moments.
"The divisionary team." The young man mumbled.
The screen now showed the brave young men and women who were sacrificing themselves to allow the young man and his friends to slay the emissary of Link Joker. They were all locked in a cardfight, gun fight, sword fight, and any kind of fight for that matter so long as it kept most of the Link Joker forces focused on them rather than the now fallen heroes who failed to reach the top of the building. The screen of light pans across all of the fighters in the diversionary force allowing the young man to see their faces. He sees the person who taught him how to fight, his last surviving family member, and the love he found in this chaotic world all giving the last of their strength.
"We failed damn it! Run away!" the young man screamed as tears once again rolled down his face.
Ultimately the difference in strength between a ragtag group and a professional army in a direct conflict is simply overwhelming. Most were lucky and instantly no longer had to worry about the concept of pain, but the unfortunate were turned into reverse fighters. The few who could resist the transformation process for more than a few seconds….. well let's just say they took their lives into their own hands than be forced to fight the people they care about.
"Is god playing some kind of sick joke on humanity?! Does he want to see everything we worked to build destroyed?!" the young man screamed as in this moment he vented out all his anger, fear, resentment, and other pent-up emotions all at once.
"I don't know if god is real, but like you I don't want to see everything humanity has worked to build only to end up as rubble." a voice declared.
"Wha…. Who's there?" the young man yelled as he believed himself to be alone in this empty space.
The voice that spoke was deep, profound, and it resonated with the young man's soul….. yet the fact that there was another voice in this space wasn't what caused him to freak out. No…. it was the fact that he clearly heard every word spoken yet he couldn't describe the way it sounded. High pitch or low pitch, the voice of a man or a woman, calm or strained….the young man couldn't make any details about the voice itself. Other than the words it spoke….. it was almost as if the memory of the voice's sound was being erased from the young man's mind.
"We are not supposed to do this, but for the sake of preventing an even greater disaster….. we have no other choice." The voice declared
"Greater disaster? Just what the hell could be more dangerous than what Link Joker is doing to Cray and Earth?!" the young man yelled.
"Would you a second chance at changing the fate of everyone you ever cared about as well as the fate of your species?" the voice asked.
To Be Continued
Young Man: What do you mean by changing my fate?
Unknown Voice: Are you going to say yes or no?
Young Man: Next time on Cardfight Vanguard: Chaos Reborn "Ranbu Reborn"
Unknown: I'm saying would you like the chance to live again?
A/N: I'm sure some of you can already guess where I'm going with this story, but I'll put it aside for now and hope you all enjoyed the latest Vanguard fic to be added to 's collection. Before I officially close things off I just wanted to announce that I am interested in accepting OCs for this story, but I have a few bits of criteria that must be met first and rules to be considered.
PM your submission don't instead of clogging the story's reviews with them. If you don't do that I won't use your OC no matter how well written.
You have to leave a review if you want me to consider your OC. Though the fancy stuff would be appreciated…. It can still be something as simple as "Great chapter".
Apologies in advanced, but creators of selected OCs…. be prepared to see a few character detail changes as necessary to fit the story I have in mind.
Feel free to pick your favorite OC submission form, but if convenience is an issue I believe the Vanguard forums on have a couple for easy access.
If you use a different OC submission form other than the two that were suggested… be sure to include clan, specific ace card, ride/stride chants as needed, but be warned as rule 3 may end up applying to these things as well.
To those who were looking forward to updates to my other VG story…. I apologize, but due to personal reasons I can't continue writing it. Regardless…. I believe this new story has to the potential to be far greater than my previous one.