Dawn of Destruction

by xFlyingDreamsx

Natsuno arises from the dead—although he expected to be cremated. Meanwhile, Megumi laments his death. What happens when she finds out he's back? And... if Natsuno's alive again, he might as well make it worth something, right? Another take on Natsuno and Toshio's rebellion, this time with much more drama and tragedy.

1. Chapter 1

A/N: Okay, so I know I haven't been keeping up with like, any of my fanfics recently, and it's summer, so I should've been. But this year I'm gonna get a balance on things, and keep my good grades and fangirl on Tumblr and actually release these on time. Well, at least I hope so. We'll see!

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Prologue

He remembered everything from that night. Everything. Nothing stayed the same for him after the moon rose, picking its perch high in the sky while he was underneath it all, covered in dirt and surrounded by coffin.

The village had expected it. Sotoba had settled into a deep silence at dark, hiding away under its blanket of blackness. It prayed for morning to come, yet dreaded the demise that awaited it.

Fate was cruel to Sotoba, which wasn't exactly unexpected. "This city is surrounded by death," the villagers had recounted. The trite expression was one that arose in almost every conversation. It replaced goodbyes, clung to the periods at the end of sentences, dangled by a thin thread that refused to snap.

This city is surrounded by death.

At some point in time, death was tired of skirting the borders of the tragically fated village. Death revolted, silently at first, with its invading army of five. Then six. Six turned to seven, which turned to eight, nine, ten. The troop count grew, overwhelming the village in numbers larger than it could hold. Death had laughed at the beginning, mocking the city that had managed to banish it to the outskirts for so long. But even it could not control its own masterpieces. Death lost control, fleeing from the army that it had so skillfully—too skillfully—created.

No, death no longer surrounded the city. Death escaped the city.

But that night, another brave evil decided to avenge its trembling relative.

Perhaps Sotoba could escape death, the monster that lurked behind the mountains that closed the village in on three sides. Perhaps the dense layer of trees had kept it out.

Yes, Sotoba could escape death. Unfortunately, with one evil gone, another had to come.

He remembered everything from that night. Everything. Nothing stayed the same for him after the moon rose, picking its perch high in the sky while he was underneath it all, covered in dirt and surrounded by coffin.

That night in the small, ill-fated village of Sotoba, Natsuno Yuuki rose from the dead to a dawn approaching destruction.