The thing about a human's mind is it can be a very generous organ one time and an unbearable scumbag the other. In this case, my mind in particular has been popping up plot bunnies every darn minute of my daily life. Would you give me a rest already, Mind?! You're hindering my other fics!

There's no way I can focus my stories without getting these plot bunnies out of my head. Thus, I decided to quarantine those rabbits in a random idea bag.

This fic is a crossover idea bag, randomly taken out from the rabbit's cage in my mind. I have no intention to actually make the fic, so this is just me venting my muse. However, anyone is free to continue it should they be interested in writing it.

Feel free to scroll around. In the meantime, I'll figure out where Voldemort's nose has gone off to.

Created as the author's stress relief
Also, as other authors' humble inspiration
SpinLord presents

SpinLord's Bag of Ideas

First Story: A Certain Right Hand of the Force

In this universe, there exists both light and darkness.

A balance of the two created a complete circle. Just as the Yin-Yang philosophy from China in planet Earth stated, that balance is what defines life itself.

Anakin Skywalker was a Jedi. He had once been a knight that protects peace, one that sided with the light side. He was 'good', such as his master and all other Jedi were led to believe. However, even he had to abide by the proper balance that the universe is made of.

In the end, it turned out that the darkness in him was stronger than his light.

It devoured him—devoured him whole like a living monster. In the end, the man known as Anakin Skywalker 'died'.

He was reborn as one that stood by the dark side, a Sith known as Darth Vader.

Slaughtered many Padawans he had, young and old, male and female. To further his quest of destruction, he journeyed to the volcanic planet Mustafar and finished off the leaders of the Trade Federation. He would kill, kill, and kill more, bathing his hands in blood and scrap metal.

He had no regrets.

Yet, as one woman came to him to stop him, thus provoking his aggression, he felt his soul die out.

That woman who came to stop him was Padmé Amidala, the love of his life. She was the ultimate reason he was doing this act of treachery, this crime. He did this all to protect her. Yet, why is it that when she came to stop him, he was angered so?

Has the dark side consumed even his love for her?

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

His soul—no, his very existence refused to believe it.

He stared Padmé's figure lying down limply on the landing pad they were on with dead eyes. There was no coming back for him now. Even though Padmé was the reason why he did this crime, he had thoroughly destroyed that reason with his own hands.

There was no where he could go except the dark side now.

At that time, though, he looked up with surprised eyes and saw a battered starfighter coming down to the landing pad. It was descending much too fast for a normal landing, but it was definitely heading his way. Not a moment later, that starfighter made a harsh landing, skidding along the landing pad's floor. The landing gear wasn't even pulled out yet, so it scraped the underside badly. It stopped near the Nubian cruiser that Padmé had boarded, almost hitting into the larger spacecraft but not quite touching it.

"..." Anakin stared silently at the downed starfighter, wondering who in the name of the Force was stupid enough to fly a spacecraft like that. He first suspected his Jedi master, but not even he was that unskilled in flying.

The Sith Lord received his answer as the cockpit's hatch opened and let out a black smoke.

"*Cough*, *cough*, damn it! I knew I shouldn't fly this thing without any experience beforehand! That short green alien must've been joking when he said I'll get a hang of it."

The person inside the cockpit complained loudly between his coughs. His figure was hidden beneath the black smoke, but the voice sounded eerily familiar to Anakin's ears. And that dialect...it wasn't the universal language that most people use. Anakin had learned numerous languages during his times as a Jedi, and this one in particular sounded like that one dialect that originated from somewhere in the planet Earth, but he couldn't put a finger on it.

That person sighed and said, "Not to mention that the ship looks more like scrap metal now. How much money do I have to pay for this? Such misfortune..."

The person came out of the cloud of black smoke and revealed himself. When Anakin finally realized who that person was, he very nearly burst out in laughter.

"A ha ha ha! What? I've fully expected that Obi-Wan would be the one chasing me down," he said between his laughs, changing his language to the same one the person was speaking. "But instead, they sent a boy after me? The Jedi must've gone crazy."

The person in front of him was a human boy no older than one of the Padawans he had slain, probably around sixteen years old. He had tanned skin as well as black spiky hair, and he wore a white hooded sweater and a black blazer over it, as well as equally black trousers. His appearance was so bland that he looked very unintimidating.

"Don't you think so, too? Kamijou Touma!?"

That was his name.

That was the name of the boy that stood in his path.

In response to Anakin's shouting, Kamijou walked closer and crouched down next to Padmé. He reached to her neck to feel her pulse, breathing out a sigh of relief afterwards. He seemed to mouth something akin to "Good, she's still alive." but Anakin couldn't hear him. Standing up, Kamijou gave Anakin a hard look.

"Just what the hell do you think you're doing?" asked the boy with an angry tone.

"That's supposed to be my line. What do you think you're doing here? I'm actually having a hard time believing that you're the one who is supposed to be stopping me next."

"Next?" Kamijou let out. He thought about the implication of Anakin's choice of words and could only come up with one explanation. "Don't tell me...Amidala-san tried to stop you, so that's why she's like this now?!"

Anakin glanced at Padmé, moving his eyes ever so slightly to her form as to not let it show. He closed his eyes and answered, "That's right."

"Are you kidding me!? She's your wife, isn't she?! Isn't she one of your most precious people that you've sworn to protect?! If so, why are you the one that's hurting her?!"

Kamijou's words cut into Anakin Skywalker's conscience, or at least what was left of it. Gritting his teeth, the brunette Sith Lord reached out to the force and thrust out his right hand. The next thing that happened, an invisible force hit Kamijou's body and made him flew several meters backwards, hitting the floor before turning into a harsh roll along the ground. The boy coughed several times as he felt pressure around his lungs, but stood up eventually.

That just now was a push empowered by the Force; a mysterious power that came along with the existence of things. People who were Force-sensitive and are trained in its ways were able to wield its power to an extent and use it to create many kinds of supernatural phenomena. It was like magic in a way, but for Kamijou who had seen magic up close, it was something else entirely.

"What do you know?!" roared Anakin as his eyes began to show a yellow glint; a telltale sign of a Sith. "You're not the one who has to protect her! From the council, from the Jedi code, from the world!? It's been me all along! I'm the one who tried my hardest to protect her! But the Jedi couldn't...the Jedi wouldn't accept our marriage, with that damn code of theirs. The Jedi are corrupt! They're the ones who have been hurting her, not me! If I have to become a Sith to protect her from them, then so be it! Don't talk like you know everything so easily, you brat!"

Kamijou fell silent.

The former Jedi who was crying his heart out in front of him had a point. It was true that, with the code they held, the Jedi didn't allow marriage. They were similar to monks in that regard, not having any worldly connections whatsoever. If they were to find out that Anakin was married to Padmé, Kamijou honestly couldn't say what would happen.

Perhaps in the end, Anakin would have to fight the Jedi themselves to protect her.

Similar to what he once did for a certain Magic God.

But...

"Is that supposed to be a joke?" asked Kamijou in disbelief. His hands balled up into fists, clenching so hard he could barely feel his fingernails digging into the skin of his palm.

"Becoming a Sith to protect her? Killing the Jedi to protect her? Enough of that bullshit! You're just using her to justify your own actions! Even though you have to fight against the whole world, that's no reason to become a villain or a murderer! I don't know what your aim truly is, but have you tried to stop and see the result of this whole mess?"

"Why should I care? The Jedi had what was coming for them." Anakin answered with cold words, but Kamijou still continued.

"Maybe they did, I can't deny that. But that doesn't make it right for you to go on killing all of them. Would you still say the same if it was Ahsoka standing in your path? Would you still kill her knowing that she's your student?! If so, then I've lost all my respect for you."

Ahsoka Tano, the young Twi'lek Padawan that became Anakin's student, had been away on a mission with another Jedi Master. They weren't accompanied by any clone troopers, so their survival was highly likely. It was a stroke of luck that she hadn't been in Coruscant when Anakin—as Darth Vader—began his Jedi purge.

If she had...

"...I don't know where she is, but I'm glad she's not here. What do you think she would say when she sees her own teacher become the very thing he vowed to destroy?"

Anakin scoffed, "Hmph. Don't try to lecture me, boy. You haven't lived long enough to do that. I've seen through the lies of the Jedi, something that even the esteemed Master Yoda couldn't. I'll be the one to right the wrongs that they have done, and I'll do it as a Sith."

The newly-promoted Sith who was dubbed with the name 'Darth Vader' raised his right hand once more.

"I won't let anything stop me. Least of all you, Kamijou Touma."

Once again, he reached out to the Force and let loose a massive Force Push, more than enough to swat Kamijou away like a fly. The metal floor bent under the immense pressure as the invisible energy flew towards Kamijou.

A hit from that kind of attack would likely break his bones.

Yet, all he did was to thrust his right hand to hit that invisible force.

At the instant his right hand and the Force Push made contact, a sound like glass shattering resounded as the empty space in front of him rippled, but nothing else happened. He wasn't blown back to tens of meters behind, nor did he turn into dust at the sheer amount of power Anakin used in that push.

Blinking, Anakin wondered just what exactly happened. A counter Force Push? That wasn't likely. The boy in front of him was a normal human with no training on the ways of the Force, so him countering with another Force Push was impossible.

If so, what exactly happened just now?

Not only that, but someone who didn't receive any Jedi training, or had any knowledge of the Force, shouldn't be able to sense the attack coming. From Anakin's viewpoint, the way Kamijou swung his arm just as he was about to receive the hit made him believe that he could see the attack coming.

Grinding his teeth, Anakin once again attacked. This time, he raised his left hand and called upon the darker powers of the Force. From the tips of his left hand, electricity gathered, and white lightning was unleashed towards Kamijou's form. This was the Sith's most prominent technique, Force Lightning. It was capable of roasting even a full-grown Bantha alive given the appropriate amount of time.

And even that was nullified as it reached Kamijou's right hand.

"Uwah...that was too close. I've never seen anyone using lightning attacks like that other than Biribiri."

"WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?!" Anakin roared in confusion. He was too ashamed to admit that he also felt a good amount of fear for that boy's unknown ability, so he didn't say it. "This is impossible. Your midichlorian count was 0, so there's no way you can even sense the Force no matter how hard you try! It was an absolute zero! So why...why were you able to annihilate the Force I used for my attacks?!"

Kamijou's midichlorian count – which estimated how in-tune he was with the Force – was zero. Someone with not even a speck of midichlorian in his body would never have the chance to wield the Force. Yet, as it stood now, Kamijou's right hand was able to easily nullify the Anakin's Force attacks. Why so?

The answer to that was simple.

Imagine Breaker.

That was the name of the ability kept inside Kamijou's right hand. It had the power to negate any supernatural phenomena, be it esper ability, magic, and perhaps even God's miracles. Also...

"I don't really get it, but it seems this 'Force' thing you talk about falls under the 'supernatural phenomena' category." Kamijou answered casually. "That means it's something my right hand can destroy."

In the time of an unexpected turn of events, panic would arise in one's mind.

Although this wasn't the first time Anakin experienced it, facing such an unprecedented opponent had completely caught him off guard. This was nothing like a Jedi's ability, nor a Sith's. This was something else entirely.

Fear gripped his mind, but his heart was still coldly calm.

Anakin had no knowledge of what kind of power that could negate the Force itself, but he wasn't by any means powerless. Just because his opponent could seize his control of the Force didn't mean he became weaker.

"Keh...I don't know what the deal is with your right hand, but you're wrong to think that you have a chance against me."

Reaching to his utility belt, Anakin pulled out a small tube-like object. It was the size of a motorcycle's throttle, but looked nothing like it. With a flick on its button, one of its ends ignited in a pale blue light. It was a lightsaber; a laser-based blade that could cut through anything. A favored weapon by Force wielders like the Jedi and the Sith, it was powered by a crystal imbued with energy from the Force.

It was no simple blade.

"It seems your only weapon is that right hand of yours. If that's your only strength, I'll just lop it off your wrist and kill you afterwards."

It didn't need to be only his right hand. Any part of Kamijou was a fragile target in the face of a lightsaber, so Anakin could attack anywhere. However, as he felt very intimidated by that mysterious right hand, he felt that he needed to give priority to disposing it first.

The weaponless Kamijou stood fast.

Unlike Anakin, Kamijou didn't bring any weapons at all. He never did get any Jedi training, so he wouldn't know how to fight with a lightsaber. Heck, he never even learned kendo, so an amateur like him would only hurt himself if he tried. The Sith Lord in front of him was the strongest Jedi to date – a midichlorian count that surpassed even Master Yoda's – and there was no doubt that he had dangerous skills with both his lightsaber and knowledge of the Force.

Faced with that terrifying enemy, Kamijou could only clench his fist.

His only weapon was the right hand that could break illusions, the Imagine Breaker.

And that was more than enough.

"There's one thing I want to say before we fight."

"Hoh? So you do have last words?" Anakin asked with a sneer.

Kamijou didn't react to the taunt, only hardening his gaze at the one person that he was once proud to call a friend.

"I'll definitely save you."

Silence filled the air, only the erupting volcanoes giving any sound whatsoever. A moment later, Anakin broke out in laughter.

"Kuh...HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA! Interesting! I almost thought that you want to show off and talk about how you will defeat me, but I never saw that coming. Are you really that naïve to think that you can turn me back!?" Anakin's metallic right hand, the one that was holding his lightsaber, swung to the right as if to cut off all links he had with the boy in front of him.

"So naïve...too terribly naïve! I'll show you what powers I've gained from the dark side, and destroy any hopes you have of fighting us!"

Kamijou didn't respond, however he took a step forward. He took another, another after that, and walked calmly back to the center of the landing pad.

"Anakin Skywalker...you may be a convicted criminal, you may be a mass murderer, and you might be the worst type of scum to walk on this whole universe...but I know you're not a coward. You're not the type to run away from the mistakes you made. You stood by Amidala-san's side ever since you married her as proof of that courage. That's why...I'll take you back from the dark side. I won't let you run away now!"

The boy that represented the hope of the light side clenched his fists and declared,

"If you think you can turn your back on all of your sins, then let me destroy that selfish illusion of yours right here and now!"

Pitting a high school student against the strongest Jedi of all times?

Why not? Seems like a normal Kamijou-misfortune to me.

I don't know why, but this idea came up when I was thinking about Kamijou Touma's dream of creating 'an ending where everyone comes home with a smile on their face', and his ability to do just that. He's such an epic character that he shits awesomeness.

Then I thought, why not have him drag a tragic character out of the darkness?

That's where Anakin Skywalker comes to mind.

Although, I have to admit that I didn't quite portray Anakin as he really was as a character. I can't do it, really. After all, I need to make this short enough for it to be an uncomplicated oneshot, but detailed enough for Touma to have a reason to fight him. Thus, I think I've probably turned Anakin into a 'common antagonist'. Sorry, Star Wars fans.

Basically, Touma's reason to fight here is 'to drag back he who fell to the darkness, back to the light', similar to what he did to most people he fought. I don't know how Star Wars fans would handle it, but why not let that boy destroy George Lucas's illusions and end the series with everyone smiling?

Still, I have no idea how this would turn out as a story. Authors and authors-to-be out there, feel free to take this as an inspiration. You can either create a story stemming from this oneshot, change it the way you see fit, heck I don't have any qualms if you want to make a completely different story. As I said, this is an idea box, not a challenge fic.

Then, let me close this discontinued story and hope for it to be continued.

...

Just how will the Imagine Breaker boy divert the Chosen One's destiny?