Hello my fellow fanfiction writers/readers, I'm here to bring you yet another story for yet another fandom. Just a little heads up, I haven't abandoned my other stories, I am simply waiting for inspiration to hit me with my other stories. I also can't help it if I like writing other stories for different fandoms as a way of sharing my "what if's" and "why not's". Please bear with me.

Also, I have recently read a very spectacular story in this particular fandom, namely Reclaiming the throne by GuiltyKingOumaShu. His work simply inspired me to the point where I just had to put my idea on paper. With that said, this story's setting will be according to his story, specifically the start of the second arc. I advise that you read his story first (at the very least the first arc) so that you won't be confused when it comes to the rules and mechanics you'll find in this story. That said, this story will have it's own plot and I would also like to inform you all that I have asked for and received his permission to use his setting.

Yes, I will also be adding my OC into the mix, just like every other story I have written so far.

Disclaimer: I do not own Guilty Crown

With that said, on with the show.

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Prologue: Lost and Found

No matter how much good you do for them, eventually they will still hate you.

An Ironic and highly cliché plot development that could be found in countless of old superhero comic books back in the earlier days. How it usually went was that the protagonist would be some sort of martyr that would persistently go around doing good deeds, despite all his good intentions he would still be despised by everyone. This would gradually push the protagonist to the point where he would start caring about only his self; shunning those who had despised him despite his good deeds. Then when the time came the protagonist would be given an ultimatum; to save the one he loved to most or the millions of people who has shunned him for so long. The choice would've been obvious at that point...

However, this wasn't some overly cliché superhero movie or comic book, this was the real world and in the real world such martyrs did not exist...or rather one did exist...five years ago and the results were not even intended at the time.

Who could blame him? He had sacrificed everything he had; even the girl he loved the most and for what...? Blindness. Misery. Despair. He had given up his all, yet no one had even shown an ounce of gratitude, apart from his friends; he saved the world and the people despised him for it. If this were a movie, the protagonist would be satisfied with knowing that he had done a great good to the world, but it wasn't.

So was it really so bad for Shu to put his needs first this time? Was it so bad for him to reach for the first ray of happiness he truly had for the last five years? Was it so bad for him to forget the people who had hated him in order to save the ones he truly cared for? Of course, it wasn't. He had wanted nothing more than to be at his loved one's side, naturally, he would take the first chance he got no matter the cost.

However, he couldn't have possibly forseen the consequences that befell him now.

The Apocalypse Virus has returned. Tokyo was under lockdown. Yuu has gained a void genome. Mana and Gai are probably making plans as they speak. Da'ath was one step closer to accomplishing their mission. He and his friends being branded as terrorists yet again.

Unintended the consequences may have been...he still couldn't help, but feel blissed at this very moment. Shu simply smiled down at the pink-haired girl that was hugging from the side, like she was afraid to let him go again. Quite understandable since they were reunited only a few days ago and three of those few days he had spent unconcsious due to him losing his arm...again. He was simply happy at this very moment, even if what was being said about him on screen was less than desirable. He wasn't paying rapt attention to it since his mind was currently focusing on his queen, but the general gist of it was that the situation in Tokyo has returned to what it was like five years ago and the reports were blaming him and his friends, not that he minded though.

"It seems they are branding us as terrorists again" he was pulled out of his reverie when Inori spoke her observation with a casual tone, which was highly contradictory to the context of her message. Any other person would feel alarmed and even panicked by such a statement, but Shu only shrugged, while lifting his gaze to face the screen. It's not like people admired him before this happened. If anything this felt a little nostalgic and his situation has definitely gotten better despite the news, even if there equally disturbing consequences to rival it.

"It's not like things were any better before..." he said his honest thoughts with a bright smile on his face. One that was genuine and complete. His life for the last five years was mostly ruled by misery and despair so what he said wasn't exactly a lie. Shu had definitely smiled, during the last five years and some of them weren't necessarily fake, but all of those smiles were simply incomplete...like smiling hurt him.

"These guys are a bunch of morons." Complained a certain dark-haired hacker sitting on a nearby chair. "They're just finding people to point their finger at. They don't even have solid evidence that we did anything."

"It's not like we're doing any better. We're practically clueless when it comes to what's going on out there" Argo who was standing in one corner with folded arms said matter of factly.

The gang was gathered in what was close to a living room they could get in their former funeral parlor hideout in Yokohama. The room was fairly big and had several chairs to accomodate it's occupants. Apparently, this used to be a lounge of some sort before, which has been collecting dust for five years. As to what they were doing here, well they were all just trying to find any source of information regarding the situation outside, which was, at the moment, a news program being broadcasted, but all they had managed to get from that was the fact that the SDF were blaming them for the return of the apocalypse virus; information that nobody really cared about.

"We already sent a few guys to gather information, they should be back in a few minutes" Yahiro decided to add, while looking slightly bored with the program at hand.

"Well that's something, I guess" Ayase who was absent-mindedly spinning a pen on her fingers said with a bored expression.

"We'll just gather a meeting once they tell us their reports, there's really nothing more we can do at the moment" Shu said calmly, while Inori just nodded in agreement. He wasn't at all ecstatic about him being a leader again, but he had little choice in the matter.

That's when a particular brunette genesis girl suddenly barged in the room, clearly looking out of breat because of her heavy panting. From her expression alone, everyone in the room tensed and stood up, as if anticipating an attack.

"Hare, what is it? Did something happen?" Shu was the first one to respons, but Hare was still looking mortified, while breathing heavily. Something was definitely wrong.

"Guys...you have to...come see...this" Hare said in between breaths as she pointed to the general direction of the infirmary.

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The infirmary wasn't particularly busy at the time, nor was it empty. There were still a few patients who were receiving first aid for minor injuries such as cuts and bruises, though that was sure to change as the days went by, especially with the Genesis vs Humans rivalry slowly heating up. With that said, no serious injuries were currently present in the infirmary, which is exactly why Shu and Inori's eyes zeroed in on a figure lying down on the hospital bed with an IV hanging down from the figure's arm.

As if the gang was being controlled by invisible strings, they found themselves slowly approaching said figure. Said figure clearly stood out from the rest of the patients because it was the only one that was unconscious, which was weird because they never heard any reports about any events that may have resulted in something like this. There were the occasional arguments between the two factions, but that's all they were; arguments. Was the tension between Genesis and Human really escalating so quickly?

Before Shu could answer his own question, they had already arrived at the side of the figure's bed; allowing them full view of the figure who was lying on the bed. Said figure was a boy that was no older than twelve years old judging by the height and look on his face. He had brown hair that was spiked and seemed to lean backwards diagonally; revealing his forehead. He was wearing a taupe long-sleeved shirt that was folded upto his elbows and tucked in, brown jeans and a pair of old sneakers. He had milky white skin that looked familiar. If he didn't know any better, he'd say that this boy was his and Inori's child. Luckily such a ridiculous thought left him immediately, which is why he decided to ask the first question that popped into his mind.

"Who is he?" He asked with gentle voice, while he looked at the boy with sympathy. He looked over at Inori and she had the same expression plastered on her face. She was clearly feeling sympathy for this boy, for all Shu knew this boy was someone who had fought along side her in the void realm.

Hare, however, was slightly taken aback by Shu's response and looked like she had just made a big mistake. Even Shu furrowed his eyebrows at her response. Was it something he said?

"You don't recognize him?" Hare asked in shock and turned to Inori who merely shook her head with the same confused expression. Was he supposed to?

The truth was that Hare actually found this boy unconcsious just a few meters from their hideout. Naturally he healed him with her void and brought him here in the infirmary. At the time, she was under the impression that this boy was either a human member of funeral parlor or a Genesis, but given that neither Shu nor Inori recognized this boy...she felt like she had just brought a potential enemy into their only hideout, which explains the completely mortified look on her face. In hindsight, this boy did seem a little too young to be a member of funeral parlor. given the fact that she never met him before im the void realm, he was clearly human.

Hoping that she hadn't just practically handed their location to the enemy on a silver platter she turned to Argo, then Yahiro, then Tsugumi, then Ayase, but all she got in return were confused expressions on each and every one of their faces. At this point, she was mostly certain that she had just dug their own graves with this purely instinctive act of hers. The thought just made Hare want to cry silent tears; feeling like a traitor right about now.

"Hare, is something wrong?" Shu asked concernedly as he eyed her friend's increasing anxiety with worry.

Before her friend can even think about opening her mouth to speak, they all turned their attention to a groggy groan coming from the bed. They all eyed the young boy expectantly, hoping for a bit of enlightenment. Naturally, the boy opened his eyes.

his red eyes

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Vague exposition is vague. This concludes the prologue for my first story attempt at this fandom.

Just who was the boy that Hare found near their hideout in Yokohama? More chapters to come so stay tuned and while your at it feel free to leave a review and follow/favorite this little story.

Once again, thank you so much to GuiltyKingOumaShu for letting me barrow this setting and a few other mechanics and rules that you're sure to see in the future.

Until next time.