KS: Hello, this is KnightSpark. I've been developing this new crossover fanfic on Deviantart and decided to show it here. Now, have any of you heard of a video game called Watch Dogs? If so, you must have enjoyed that feeling when you hack into a surveillance system and spy on enemies, distract them and mess with traffic lights? Or how about listening in conversations to get new information on a target? Yeah, that was cool. Now imagine being able to use those hacking skills in a world were all forms of obscenity were restricted, be it words or actions. Well, I'd say that's a recipe for one hell of a fanfic. Of course, we need a main character for this as well. How about we get one of anime's most cynical anti-social protagonists around? You'll see him soon enough. Now, on with the show!

"Do you have the article finished?"

"Yeah, I'm posting it right now."

"Awesome. With this, we'll show the country just how flawed the Law for Public Morals and Healthy Child-Raising truly is. It's high time everyone got a wake up call."

In a dark room, multiple people were on computers, working on what appeared to be news articles. However, the articles were not about events, worldwide events or even the weather. They were written for the sole purpose of criticizing a law that was passed down 12 years ago. Many have accepted it as the norm, but these people were one of the few who would not let it stand. Obviously, they would be scorned or even arrested for making their thoughts public, so they created a blog that allowed them to question the law through the anonymity of the internet. This blog was known... as Deviant Nation.

"We're getting more followers everyday," a boy said. "And we just put up this site a few months ago."

"The government thinks they can control how we act and talk, but we've proven them wrong repeatedly," a girl cheered. "With this blog, we are free to express ourselves without any consequences at all."

The other members offered their positive feedback, but boy one did not join in the frivolity. He sat at his laptop, continously working on an extensive article that appeared to be ten pages long. One of the members noticed and tapped him on the shoulder.

"Dude, you're not seriously working on that again, are you? Just let it go already."

"Not happening," the boy replied harshly. "We can't oppose the government without dealing with Blume. Because of precious CtOS system, the PMs we're forced to wear are capable of making our lives more difficult. Exposing every lie they've spit out takes top priority."

"Please," the girl scoffed. "Blume isn't going to give a damn about how much they're being dissed. Any criticisms are just going to be directed to their main branch in the US."

"And for good reason!" another boy laughed. "They're caught up in so many scandals, almost no one in the States wants anything to do with them!"

The others laughed out loud, but the boy continued to work on the article.

"Laugh it up now, but I'm going to make sure that the Blume name will be mud worldwide, even if I have to do it myself."

The others shrugged and went about their business, leaving the boy alone to continue his seemingly fruitless task.

"Idiots," he muttered. "Always blind to the bigger picture."

As he wrote his article, he felt his PM buzz on his wrist. Turning the screen on, he viewed something through the camera feed that caused his eyes to widen. A group of men in women in white uniforms were preparing to break down the door.

"Oh... that's bad," he said, getting the attention of the others.

"What is it?" the girl said.

He turned to her with a grim expression. "Pack you bags, people. The Decency Squad has found us."

Their faces went pale upon hearing the news. Realizing there was no time to waste, they began to frantically copy every file they had developed onto flash drives and put them in small bags to hold them in. The boy copied his article onto a flash drive and hid it into his shoe.

"Okay, that's everything," he said. "Now, let's go!"

He opened a hatch in the middle of the floor, which lead to a secret tunnel. The three kids went down first and he followed shortly thereafter, closing the hatch and locking it.

The small group ran into the forest, hoping to get some distance between them an the Decency Squad.

"I think we gave them the slip!" the first boy cheered. "It's home free for us!"

"Hell yeah!" the girl added. "They'll never be able to track us!"

"All we have to do is move to a new location and continue our work," the second boy said. "We'll be back in business in no time."

The third boy sighed at their ceaseless optimism. "You lot are a real handful, you know?"

The girl rolled her eyes. "Come on, Hachiman, live a little. We have finally accomplished what others were unable to. There's no harm in celebrating a-"

"There they are! Don't let them get away!"

The quartet turned to their right and saw a group of Decency Squad officers running towards them, batons in hand.

"Crap! We gotta hustle!" the second boy shouted.

"Foul language!" one of the officers hollered.

The group ran faster to escape the squad, manouvering through the forest in order to lose them. Some of the officers tripped over branches and ran smack into trees, but the rest continued to follow.

"We should be able to lose them," the girl said. "They've got to have run out of stamina by now."

"If they did, we wouldn't be having this much trouble," the first boy replied.

They continued attempting to escape the the squad. This time, they went into an old trainyard.

"Split up!" the first boy ordered.

The group dispersed and ran towards different parts of the trainyard, where the squad officers did the same. Hachiman climbed up a train car and hopped on each one, escaping the officer that pursued him. Sighing in relief, he climbed down and continued sneaking, making sure he wasn't followed.

"Too easy," he said with a smirk. He stared walking out of the yard... only to be grabbed out of nowhere.

"Hey! What the-!"

Just as he turned a corner, two Decency Squad officers apprehended him and threw him onto a squad car, handcuffing him.

"We finally got the ringleader of that descpicable blog," one of them said.

The boy widened his eyes in shock. "Ringleader? What are you talking about?"

"Don't play dumb, kid," the other growled. "Your comrades pointed us in your direction. They said that you threatened to flood their inboxes with spam if they didn't help you."

"They did what?!"

The officer sneered. "Are you deaf or something? We just told you that they sold you out, punk."

The officers laughed as boy boiled with anger at being betrayed by those he considered kindred spirits.

"I can't believe this actually happened..."

KS: Ouch, not good day for this kid. On top of being apprehended, he had the misfortune of discovering his so-called comrades sold him out to save their own skin. Shameful, really. But this is just the prologue. The main chapter will be coming up shortly, so don't go anywhere.