Many years before, during the warring periods in Japan, the Green Clan claimed the Dresden Slates by slaying the Gold King. Believingina better world if humanity was exposed to the Slates' blessing, the Green Clan unleashed the full power of the Slates onto the world. Their decision brought decades of peace and prosperity to the people.
However, after a hundred years, the Slates suddenly defected. Strains were produced left and right, some with uncontrollable power that killed thousands. Three of the Seven Clans suddenly fell to unstable auras, killing millions. Craters from an unstable King's Sword of Damocles fall started to take place, massacring cities. Humanity had fallen.
However, during the peak of crisis, the GoldKingof the time suddenly gave a suggestion. All the clans would fight together to control the situation and reclaim the Dresden Slates. The known stable clans, Blue and Gold, will partner each member with one of the unstable clans, Red, Silver, and Colorless. With this, unstable clansmen (Defendet; DFs) were given a longer life while stable clansmen (Proctekt;PKs) were provided an emergency, last-minute supply of aura- their partners.
With this twisted yet effective system, the Six Clans under the Desperate Alliance, as it is now called, were sent out to reclaim the peaceful world that existed centuries before.
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Black smoke curled up from the burning skyscraper, once known as the prided SkyTower. Every once in a while, an explosion of sparks destroyed a floor of windows, followed by a wave of red flames. Video cameras rolled live footage while news reporters talked rapidly, highlighting the battle. Local police had barricaded the large park and the skyscraper inside it, blocking the curious crowd with their own bodies from the specially colored vans inside.
A few investigators were in the park with the special vans, murmuring their findings to one another when they spotted another special van pull up to the cleared makeshift driveway. At the sight of the van, everyone hurried into action. A blonde haired woman in a blue uniform hurried up to the slowing van, snapping into a crisp salute as the back doors opened and two men climbed out onto the grass.
"Sir, the Strain has been classified as a Level One danger," the woman reported to the taller and older man with glasses. "The Strain is a documented criminal who has had a history of rampaging in other districts. Presently, Defendet Mikoto Suoh is keeping the Strain at bay."
The man, who seemed to be the commander of the special troops, nodded as he quickly processed the information. He gestured to his companion as he asked, "How is his Weisman level?"
"DF Mikoto's Weisman levels are within stable readings. However, it will not be long before he starts to rampage."
"Understood. For the meantime, let him do what he wants."
"Yes, Commander Munakata."
Munakata glanced toward a black truck parked haphazardly a distance away. It was the only vehicle that was not like the others, which were all blue vans and emblazoned with "SCEPTER 4". The black truck was ominous looking vehicle with "HOMRA" splattered proudly from the side in red flames.
"Is Fushimi-kun's DF ready for submission and deployment?" Munakata asked Awashima, referring to his sulky companion. Awashima nodded, although her eyes betrayed her uncertainty.
"Defendet is ready for deployment, but I must warn you that he's rather wild. He might be too much for Fushimi-kun to handle," Awashima cautioned. The person in question clicked his tongue.
"Although I'm new to Scepter 4, I can handle a rowdy DF just fine," Fushimi stated, glaring at Awashima. "If they get on my nerves, I'll just shut them up."
"Please note that you must be somewhat nice to the DFs," Munakata quietly reproached. Fushimi snorted and looked away. "Well, Awashima-kun. Please lead us to Fushimi-kun's assigned partner."
Awashima dutifully led them to the HOMRA truck. As they approached, Fushimi noticed the other investigators slinking a good distance away from the van.
"HOMRA's clansmen are rather known for being the most destructive DFs out of all the Defendets," Munakata explained, reading Fushimi's thoughts. Fushimi looked at him in slight annoyance but continued to listen. "Wherever they are deployed, it's guaranteed to have a flashy fight." A large boom resounded above them as an explosion near the top of the tower destroyed an entire floor. The top of the skyscraper sank precariously, crushing a couple more floors before stopping on a bed of glass and steel. "Just like my partner up there, the Red King. Their collars will come in handy when they get out of control."
"Collars?" Fushimi repeated, confused.
"Ah, I forgot you were recruited rather early. You'll know what I'm talking about right now. It's important to know since we are Proctekts, the only ones capable of controlling a Defendet."
The three stopped at the back of the large HOMRA truck. Fushimi felt a rare feeling of excitement and anticipation. Once I get this Defendet, I can go into battle, he thought. Awashima placed her hand on a scanner by the door. After a few seconds, the doors clicked and opened with a whoosh of air. Fushimi stepped inside after Munakata, following them deeper into the secured space. They passed benches and computers, as well as trash littered over the space. Fushimi clicked his tongue in annoyance at the mess as they came to a door sealing off the front section of the van.
Awashima scanned her hand again, but this time a barrier was unlocked. The lieutenant opened the door, drawing her sword. They stepped into a small white room, void of anything. The only thing that existed inside was a boy with messy chestnut hair dressed in street clothes and leaning against the wall with heavy chains enforced with Blue aura. The boy, about the same age as Fushimi, looked up boredly as the three shut the door behind them.
"So you Blues brought me here to get me submit to one of you after all," the boy spat. Fushimi sighed.
So I get a feisty brat for a Defendet...
"Proctekt Fushimi Saruhiko. This is Defendet Yata Misaki. He will be your DF and partner for the duration of his life or your employment," Awashima said. Yata looked at Fushimi irritably, not bothering to hide his disgust.
"I have to pair up with a gloomy version of the Blue King?" Yata grumbled. Fushimi clicked his tongue, annoyed.
"I don't appreciate being compared to Munakata-san, Misaki," Fushimi spat. Yata glared at him.
"Don't call me by my first name," Yata retorted.
"Alright, enough, you two. I can already see the amusing pair you two make," Munakata commented. Fushimi and Yata turned away from each other in denial. "Now, Yata-kun, I'm sure Mikoto has already talked to you about this," Munakata lectured. "Your Weisman levels are finally under control, thus you are required to fight. And that is only possible if you have a partner to stabilize your aura."
"Che," Yata huffed. "I'll comply, but I'm not gonna say I'm happy about this."
"Fushimi-kun?"
"Tsk. Likewise."
"Good. Now that we've come to an agreement, we'll connect your auras. Awashima-kun, if you please?"
Awashima nodded, turning to her side to rummage through her bag. Quickly, she produced a black metal chain-like collar with a blue charm embedded in it. Handing it to Fushimi, Awashima started to explain the procedure.
"Put a little of your aura into the charm," she instructed. "The collar will go around Yata Misaki's neck. The charm is a type of summoning rune that will take the required amount of aura from you to balance Yata Misaki's aura. When his aura changes levels, it will take more of yours to stabilize it." Fushimi smirked.
"In other words, Misaki is a parasite that is dependent on me to live?" Fushimi summarized. Yata growled and jerked forward, making his bindings clang loudly.
"I don't need you to live, Saru!"
"Now, now. Fushimi-kun."
Fushimi sighed. Nevertheless, the boy held the collar in his hand and exerted his aura. Yata watched with mild interest as the blue flames emerged from Fushimi's body and slinked toward the colorless gem, filling it with blue flames. As the flames finished depositing themselves, the gem turned into a clear, royal blue. Yata whistled.
"Nice looking jewelry," he commented. "Too bad it isn't red."
Fushimi walked toward Yata, intending to put the collar on the other boy's neck. Awashima raised her sword toward Yata in precaution. Yata frowned as Fushimi approached, silent.
As Fushimi crouched down to be at the same level, Yata's body suddenly emitted powerful red flames. Fushimi jumped in surprise. Awashima took a few steps forward; however, Munakata stopped her.
"Fushimi-kun can handle this himself," Munakata quietly murmured.
Fushimi glared at Yata's cool gaze in annoyance. Deciding to test the flames, Fushimi tried poking Yata's shoulder. He cringed and quickly pulled back his finger, which had singed itself upon the instant of contact with the flames.
"Those are some dangerous flames you got there," Fushimi commented as he nursed his finger with his mouth. Yata scoffed. "Mind calming down so I can put this collar on you?"
"Like I'd let you do it that easily."
Fushimi sighed.
"Misaki~, why are you so troublesome?"
"Fuck off, Saru. I can do whatever I-"
"I like you."
"Wha-?!"
Fushimi took advantage of Yata's sudden flustered state, which immediately doused his flames. In an instant, Fushimi wrapped the collar around Yata's neck, snapping the restraint into place. Yata, belatedly realizing he'd been tricked, tried to summon his flames once again. However, they couldn't come out.
"Agh, you damn Blues!"
Fushimi snickered. Awashima put her sword away and reached into her bag for a thin bracelet. The bracelet was glowing red.
"Here's your mark, Fushimi-kun," Awashima said as she handed it to the boy. "This bracelet let's you control Yata's aura."
Fushimi, making a face at the color, pointed to the single charm laced in the metallic string bracelet, a small red stone. "What's this?"
"That stone has a rune inscribed that will disrupt the summoning rune inside the collar. In other words, if you wish to punish Yata somehow, just pour your aura into it. This way, your aura stops stabilizing Yata's within safe levels and makes him suffer the effects of his uncontrolled Aura. He will be unable to fight until you stop."
"Hoh?"
"Do not abuse the bracelet, Fushimi-kun. I'm afraid the Red King isn't under my complete control, so use it wisely," Munakata warned. Fushimi clicked his tongue in disappointment.
"Now, to finish the submission. Fushimi-kun, please pour a little of your aura into the bracelet to activate Yata-kun's aura."
Fushimi did so. Almost immediately, Yata's body burst into flames. Munakata stared at Yata, who was glaring at him in return.
"Release the chains, Awashima-kun," Munakata ordered. Both Fushimi, who had backed away with his sword drawn, and Awashima, also with sword drawn, looked at their leader in disbelief.
"Sir?!"
"Do it."
Awashima hesitated, but stepped forward nevertheless. She stopped the flow of Blue aura with her hand. As she was about to unchain Yata, the HOMRA clansman let out an extreme burst of flames, snapping the chains apart and melting them as they hit the ground. Shooting forward, Yata sped past an astonished Fushimi and Awashima, fist flying toward Munakata's face.
"Munakata-san!"
"Captain!"
Munakata smiled unworriedly. Yata's fist hovered one centimeter away from his nose, blazing red. Yata glared at the Commander silently before sighing.
"Looks like you've got more guts than I thought," Yata said, pulling back. Munakata chuckled.
"I assume this means you will cooperate?" Munakata asked. Yata waved his hand as he walked past him and toward the door.
"I'll cooperate with anything, until you do something I don't like, Blue King."
Fushimi jumped out of the truck, landing nimbly on his feet. Yata was enjoying his new freedom on the concrete pathway in front of him, skateboarding. Fushimi watched with mild interest. His new partner knew quite a few entertaining tricks.
Pop 360.
Kickflip.
Pop shuvit.
Backside heelflip.
Ollie.
Yata landed smoothly each and every time, grinning madly. Fushimi rolled his eyes at his partner's childish nature and walked forward.
"Hey. We're going inside now, Misaki~," Fushimi called. Yata whipped around, glaring at him.
"Don't call me by my first name with that creepy voice of yours!" Yata protested. Nonetheless, Yata followed after Fushimi on his skateboard. They headed for the entrance to the building, where some of the Special Operations Squad had gathered as well as a few others he didn't know.
Fushimi glanced over the men in blue, remembering each person's name from his initiation. He assumed the collared guys were their DFs. The other pairs he didn't know, such as those from the Gold Clan, didn't seem to need introductions before the invasion. Fushimi laid low in the outskirts of the group with Yata beside him. He didn't expect to have anyone come up to bother him, but he was wrong.
"Yata-san?! You were submitted?" A sturdy man with blond hair and sunglasses raced up to Yata upon sighting him. Fushimi frowned. Yata having noticed his change of expression, smirked.
"Unlike you, Saru, I'm rather popular with my clan," Yata bragged smugly. Fushimi "tsked" once again.
"Whatever."
"Yo, Kamamoto! Been a while!" Yata greeted happily, deciding to ignore Fushimi's presence. Kamamoto came to a stop in front of them, roughing up Yata's beanie.
"Hell yeah! When was the last time I visited you in the Restraint Centre? A week ago?"
"Idiot," Fushimi murmured. "That's not a long time."
Having heard his mumbling, Yata glared at Fushimi. "In the Centre, a week is practically a month," Yata retorted. Fushimi made a face.
"That doesn't make any sense."
"That's because you don't know what it's like in the Centre, you damn monkey."
Before a puzzled Fushimi could question him any further, Munakata called for attention. Everyone turned to the Blue King, who stood on top of a fallen slab of concrete.
"We will now proceed to trap the Strain in the building," Munakata said. "As you can see, the Red King is on the rampage. Please stay out of DF Mikoto's way. This situation has been regarded as a high-level danger, but with Mikoto's presence it will be reduced to low level. All units, clear the areas as you proceed upwards. Once you are within range, all Proctekts are to standby while all Defendets are to engage the Strain. Proctekts may interrupt if it is seen fit to do so."
Fushimi grumbled under his breath.
"Tch. Hey, Misaki~. Try fucking up so I can leap in and fight," Fushimi told his partner. Yata snorted indignantly.
"I don't need your help," he spat. "Plus, I ain't following a stupid order like that."
Fushimi glared at him. Debating whether to test the bracelet's mechanism, Fushimi followed after the PKs, lining up for the ceremonial call to battle.
"We will advance with sword in hand, for our cause is pure!"
"Men! Draw your swords!"
As each person rattled off their signal, Fushimi watched with curiosity as the HOMRA clansmen gathered around Yata.
"No blood! No bone! No ash!" Yata yelled. With a cheer, the rest of HOMRA followed.
"No blood! No bone! No ash!"
Shouldn't the second-in-command be doing that if the King is absent? Fushimi wondered as he drew his sword and said, "Fushimi, ready."
"As discussed, spread out over the floor and proceed once the all-clear for the floor has been issued," Awashima ordered. "Go!"
Everyone rushed into the building. Fushimi found Yata surging far in front of him. Before they could get separated, Yata suddenly reached behind without looking and grabbed his wrist, pulling him forward with such force it almost made him trip.
"C'mon, Saru! You're the third-in-command! You should be in front!" Yata shouted. Fushimi was about to say, "Idiot, third-in-command is only a title", Awashima at the front suddenly shouted, "Where the hell is Fushimi-kun?!" Fushimi clicked his tongue and started to run faster.
Fushimi cursed once again as debris almost fell on top of him. He stepped out of the way and sliced at a minor Strain, regaining his footing when he bumped against Yata's back.
"Tch. Get out of my way, Misaki," Fushimi said hotly.
"No, you get out of myway, Saru! Duck!"
Yata and Fushimi crouched down as the Strain Yata had been battling swung a spiked chain over their heads. Fushimi stepped around Yata and thrusted his sword into the Strain's stomach, while Yata covered his back by shoving the Strain about to attack his back with his skateboard. Once the felled Strains hit the floor, Yata and Fushimi turned to face each other.
"I didn't need you to cover me," Fushimi stated.
"And I could've handled that Strain myself."
"Hmph."
"Is that how you show gratitude?!"
"All clear! All units, move up to the final floor! DFs, ready for battle! DF Mikoto Suoh is battling the Level One Strain currently! Please stay out of his way and support him!"
"Tch, Mikoto-san can handle a lame Strain without our help," Yata grumbled as he and Fushimi raced up the stairwell. "Why are we needed?"
"Yata-chan, Mikoto can't use his full power all the time," a blonde HOMRA member said as they turned the corner. Fushimi recognized the man as Kusanagi, HOMRA's second-in-command. He could see why Yata led the cry now. Only hot-headed idiots with a loud personality would shout that, Fushimi thought. Kusanagi caught his gaze and smiled.
"I take it you're Fushimi-kun, the newly assigned third?" Kusanagi asked. Fushimi nodded. "Well, nice to meet you. Unfortunately, I can't get to know you properly right now, but at the welcome party there should be enough time."
Fushimi rolled his eyes.
"Should I look forward to that?" he asked. Yata turned to him fiercely.
"Hey! Show some respect to Kusanagi-san!"
"Che."
"Why, you-!"
Before Yata could finish, they ran into the floor. Fushimi stopped short, baffled. The floor above was creaking dangerously, due to the amount of destroyed support pillars. In front of the practically cleared out floor was Mikoto Suoh, a man with dark red hair and a seething aura that burned the ground beneath him. He was facing a Strain, which was screeching and writhing on the floor in front of him.
Mikoto noticed the group emerge onto the floor. Smiling lazily at the sight of Yata, he tuned down his aura and walked toward them. Fushimi couldn't help but put on his guard due to the man's intimidating presence. Mikoto walked closer to them, stopping only a foot away from Fushimi and Yata.
"Yo, Yata. Out of that loony bin?" Mikoto drawled. Yata, with eyes shining so brightly that Fushimi had to clean his glasses to know he was seeing right, nodded excitedly.
"I got stuck with a gloomy glasses freak junior, but I'm stable!"
"Hey."
"Good," Mikoto said, pulling out a cigarette. Snapping his fingers, the Red King lit the stick with his own fire and inhaled. As he did so, everyone from the Blue Clan stood rigidly in their places. While listening to the Strain in the background and Yata chattering happily, Mikoto studied Fushimi with eyes no one could read. Fushimi stared back with wariness. After a few minutes, Mikoto took out his cigarette and spoke, stopping Yata with a hand on his head.
"You got your skateboard?"
"Yep!"
"Good. Now, go fight that guy."
"Yes, Mikoto-san! ...Ha?"
Everyone looked in amazement as Mikoto walked to a nearby pillar and sat down against it, dragging leisurely at his cigarette. Awashima stepped forward.
"I'm sorry, DF Mikoto, but I do not understand. You are to fight against the Strain because of it's high level-"
"I'm reaching my limit, and I'm tired. Plus, I want to give my newly freed skater something to kick back into gear."
"Hell yeah!" Yata yelled, pumping his fist into the air. "Let's go!"
"Ah, I forgot. Only Yata and his PK go fight. The rest of you stay back."
"What?!" Awashima exclaimed. Yata started for a second, however, a sudden screech of fury brought his attention forward. The Strain was back on its feet and racing unsteadily toward them. Yata shot forward and kicked the Strain back, sending it smashing back into a pillar.
"Keep 'im busy for a while, Yata," Mikoto called. A muffled affirmative was heard as Yata went straight into battle. Fushimi watched the brief shoots of red flames before he heard his captain's voice.
"Mikoto, I don't know how strong Yata-kun is," Munakata said as he emerged from the other stairwell. Apparently having been informed of Mikoto's drastic declaration, Munakata pushed his glasses up his nose. "However, I'll trust in your decision."
"Captain?!"
"All units standby and let DF Yata Misaki handle the situation. PK Fushimi Saruhiko, you're-"
"-also on standby until you deem it fit to jump in," Mikoto interrupted. Munakata cast a sideways cold glare at Mikoto, who took no notice of it. Fushimi clicked his tongue and reset his position, watching the battle.
Yata was doing well. The boy had a few scratches and wounds, but was otherwise holding his own against the Strain. Fushimi hated to admit, but Yata was actually good. The teen was fast, extremelyfast. He was a blur as he dodged the attacks. Even Fushimi had a little trouble keeping up with the red head's movements. Glancing at the rest of the group, he could tell everyone else was awed by the dazzling show as well.
Everyone was especially enamored with the pure red flames licking the air dangerously as they were released from Yata's body. Red flames on chestnut hair made a beautiful combination. Yata's sharp turns highlighted by bursts of dancing red fireworks entranced Fushimi.
He looks like an amazing demon with fire left behind his trail.
"There's our Yata-chan," Kusanagi praised, with his eyes shining. A smirk crept onto his face. "He's gotten even faster from the last time I saw him fight."
"Is that so?" Awashima murmured from beside him. The two were partners just like Fushimi and Yata, matching each other's rank. Awashima watched Yata with a blank face, but fascination danced in her eyes. "He'll be very helpful in securing the Dresden Slates again."
Fushimi watched as Yata fought blankly, deciding that he was not needed. He listened as Munakata suddenly asked Mikoto a question loud enough for him to hear.
"Mikoto, what happened to the Strain?" Munakata asked quizzically. "The reports said it was a boy, but I can hardly tell with its disfigured form."
"Ah. That Strain is one of the overpowered ones," Mikoto answered meaningfully. Fushimi felt alarm spread through the group.
"You mean, an Expod?!" Kusanagi exclaimed. "A Level One Expod?! Yata will be killed!"
"Hn," Mikoto hummed, blowing smoke. Kusanagi started to step forward; however, Mikoto suddenly raised an arm, sending a stream of flames his way. Kusanagi jumped back to avoid them, glaring at his King.
"Mikoto!"
"I'm sorry," Fushimi interrupted, confused. "What is an Expod?"
"Ah, an Expod is a Strain that was given too much power by the Slates," Munakata explained. He smiled at Fushimi in an eerie way. "Because of this, it's rather dangerous to fight. After all, their uncontrolled auras will cause the Strain to explode into corrupted flames at some point. Very fatal for us, who depend on our Auras to live."
Fushimi's eyes widened. At that same moment, Yata yelped as the Strain suddenly screeched in pain and expanded, with a dangerous white light emanating from its body.
"Holy shit!"
"Goddamn it, Misaki-!"
Ba-BOOM!
The Expod exploded, causing the floor above to finally collapse. Everyone scrambled to escape by jumping out the windows. The skyscraper once again started to collapse in on its floors, sinking lower and lower.
Below, people looked at the creaking steel frame cracking and the crystal clear glass shattering in awe. Smoke streamed out in black clouds from the building. The units deployed inside were descending to the ground safely in their own ways.
When the SkyTower finally settled down as a mess of metal, Mikoto, having landed in a tree, yawned as he laid back against the branches. Munakata, who had landed safely beneath the tree, looked up at the Red King with amusement.
"Did Fushimi-kun pass the test?" Munakata asked. Mikoto took a drag on his cigarette and exhaled, smiling slightly.
"He saved Yata on his own will, didn't he? So he passes."
"What would you have done if he hadn't?"
"Kill him."
Munakata sighed.
"There are rarely any people who want to become clansmen nowadays, Mikoto. Don't lower our numbers."
"Hn."
Meanwhile, Yata and Fushimi were sprawled over each other on the destroyed fountain the two had landed in. Yata groaned and shoved at Fushimi. "Get off. You're heavy," Yata huffed. Fushimi snorted, refusing to budge.
"That's how you treat your saviour?" Fushimi sighed.
"Mikoto-san threw that barrier in front of us last minute. I wouldn't have needed your help," Yata shot back. The PK laughed shortly.
"You still needed help, Misaki~."
"Ah, fuck off...and thanks, I guess. You aren't such a bad guy after all."
"Tch. Is that supposed to be gratitude? Get down on your hands and knees. I sprained my ankle because of you. Besides, I only saved you because I didn't want to be partnered up with someone else who couldn't match my power."
"I take it back, you're the worst!"
Fushimi sat up, freeing Yata. Soggily, the boy sat up and grinned at the other.
"Well, I look forward to working with you, Saru!"
"...what's with that cheerful attitude? You almost got killed."
"But you got my back that time, didn't you? So from now on, I'll guard your back, and you'll guard mine!"
Yata fisted his hand and lightly punched Fushimi's chest. Fushimi made a disgusted face at the drenched smile Yata gave him. Sighing, he did the same to Yata, lightly placing his fist on the other.
"I guess we'll have to be partners from now on. Looking forward to it..."
"Ah? What's with that bored face?!" Yata shouted as Fushimi got up and trudged out of the fountain. "C'mon don't ignore me! Hey! The least you could do is wait! Hey! Saru!"
Dresden Slates Information: Auras
Due to the Dresden Slates malfunctioning in the past, the power known as Aura is now able to be obtained through killing another, thus absorbing their aura. Since the Dresden Slates' influence had been spread throughout all of humanity, all humans have Aura. However, because of the despair brought from the overflowing power and instability, many do not activate their Aura.
Civilians who do not have their Aura activated automatically store it in the form of a life force. Strains increase their power by killing these civilians and absorbing their dormant power. The Desperate Alliance was created to handle these issues in addition to reclaiming the Dresden Slates.
Civilians who wish to activate their Aura go to one of the Kings to do so. Most choose the Blue and Gold King since the Blue and Gold Clans have stable Auras. Those with Red, Silver, or Colorless Auras were either taken in because of an unstable Aura (life force, if not activated) or were loyal clansmen who were willing to risk their Aura's state and lives for their King.
Clansmen do not need to kill and absorb Auras to survive because their active Aura will slowly replenish when depleted by themselves. However, they can still absorb other's Aura. To take advantage of this fact, the Desperate Alliance provided a security measure for the Blue and Gold clansmen if they happen to encounter a dangerous situation with no more power.
Proctekts are allowed to kill their partner, the Defendet, in order to gain an emergency supply of Aura.
Only Proctekts are able to absorb another type of Aura, due to their stable nature. Additionally, Proctekts are required to kill their partner if the collar cannot stabilize the Defendet's Aura any longer, thus making the Defendet a threat and danger to the public.
This one-sided check-and-balance system keeps the operations of the Allied Kings running smoothly with security against Craters and lost Proctekts.
Author's Note
Hey everyone! XD I'm back from the dead! Yes, yes, this time I published a K Project fanfiction instead of my favorite KHR and KnB ones still in my storage. Why? Because this is my NaNoWriMo work! From previous experience, I found that if I have a challenge like NaNoWriMo pushing me on, I can write around a 1,000 words a day.
Also, having my work published and waiting to be updated pushes me on too!
So I decided to publish this because I didn't want to keep my fans waiting. (Fans, what fans?)
Anyway, this fanfiction will be similar to "Battle to Cure the Past" because it actually has an important plot not entirely related to the romance. This time, however, romance will be kept down a bit.
Next chapter will be out whenever I finish. Probably around three days? Haha, nah, a week. If you're someone who read "Battle to Cure the Past", thanks for sticking with me again! I swear I won't disappoint you this time.
Signing off,
Akina1521
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