Authors Note: Originally I just intended to write Usagi a backstory but now this has expanded to explore the character's lives and personalities more. So don't fret with the canon rewrite tag it's just for Usagi since we don't know his back story yet or Scorpio's for that matter.

Enjoy!

"What is the Juni Taisen?"

The question was innocent enough and the teen rubbed at his temples. Nezumi sat at the edge of his bed dressed in a thin T-shirt and briefs despite it being the middle of winter. He felt a lump form in his throat as he looked at the small torn bit of paper and the writing scribbled across it.

The paper had become a nuisance to him reappearing on his desk no mater how many times he threw it away, laying on top of his pillow no matter how many times he tore it apart, in his cheese and crackers in small little bits. No matter who hard he tried he couldn't find any record of the torn letter in his other ninety nine realities or anyway to destroy it for good.

And to make matters worse ever since he'd tried to burn it he began to have gives nightmares. Just the thought of them sent chills down his spine and he sat up pulling his knees to his chest. The dreams where just blurred shapes at first but with each night they began to clear and show something that you'd imagine in a horror movie.

Bodies littering a dark road. Blood spilling from his bullet pierced body. A blade stabbing him straight threw the chest as he tried to escape another possibility. They felt to real to be dreams. He had begun to think that they may have been memories from another path he took. But when he tried to look for it all that he could hear was blank and empty static.

It was almost as if the path had been removed. Deleted from his mind. The thought of it being a possibility terrified him. A friendly reminder that he still hadn't been able to gain complete control of the one hundred paths.

"Stop. Stop thinking that." He whispered feeling his anxiety grow with each tick of his alarm clock. Sweat dripped down his spine and he looked at his bedroom door.

In a few minutes his mom should be home. Like most people his age his relationship with his parents had reached it's peak teetering on the edge of strained and perfectly normal. She left him alone to do what he wanted or needed to do and he made sure to stay out of her way.

Sometimes, he wondered if she even knew of his activities as a warrior. The one hundred paths of Nezumi wasn't something that was easy to hide and even less likely to not be abused by others.

At first he didn't blame her as his father had left them when he was little and they had a hard time paying bills. However it became a strain on his mental health the longer it was used and soon he had enough. Momentarily he closed his eyes and allowed himself onto his back.

Completely exhausted from looking all that morning for the lost path Nezumi wanted to just go back to sleep. Even if it was only for a two hours or so it would be better then collapsing at the dinner table again. It was decided he would sleep on it and try to continue his search tomorrow.

"But won't that just be counterproductive?" He wondered out loud opening his eyes once again to meet the cracks in his ceiling. "Don't I want to avoid sleeping?"

He knew it was a stupid idea but he had to try. The nightmares sent him on edge whenever he woke up and left him dishevelled for what felt like hours. Endlessly searching for a way to make them stop. Refusing to lock himself in. He didn't want to do that again anytime soon.

Sleep could wait.

He licked his lips and relaxed his body. Reality itself seemed to simmer and shift as he prepared to say the killing blow. After this he'd either pass out from using his powers without sleep for to long or get physically ill. He hoped for the former.

"Lock in." He said and felt his chest tighten up.

His stomach flip flopped and he felt his body weaken. Sleep was inching closer and closer every second. Nezumi didn't know what to as he'd never tried to avoid sleep before. Should he try to get up? That seemed like a good idea but a image of him falling to the ground filled his mind shattering it.

Slowly his eyes began to close as he hear-

"I don't make peace. I carry it with me."

"I've seen country after country fall."

"Cultural genocide, starvation, human inhalation before my eyes."

"Don't sell platitudes short little boy."

"Sharyu." He whispered waking up to his pillow being drenched in tears.

Tears. They continued to fall down his face as he sat up and wiped at his eyes. It had been different this time but still it left a hollow feeling when it was gone. Sniffling he got off of his bed and looked in a mirror feeling his shoulders slump in defeat.

He looked like a wreck. Snot and tears covered his face which was now splotched and tired looking. Fatigue filled his eyes as he touched a piece of his normally framed hair now tossled and sticking up in random places. He couldn't continue to live like this or it would kill him.

Moving back towards his bed he picked up the piece of paper and reread it over and over again. He needed to see if there was any clues he could find anything at all to help him find the cause of these dreams. Sweat dripped down his face as his eyes met a set of small black numbers printed at the bottom so small you could miss it.

Being held at I naba City.

The words felt familiar even though he never heard of or had even seen anyone from Inaba. But if his path had led him there without his knowledge he needed to go there.

If he hurried he would be able to get dressed and find a train that could take him their before his mother got home. Hopefully it wasn't to far from where he loved or else he'd face the silver haired woman's wrath. It wouldn't be the first time he arrived home hours late.

Turning on the bathroom sink he leaned down to splash water on his face. Through the fatigue and sick feeling in his stomach a wave of relief passed threw his body. Months of feeling regret and longing would be put to a end. Finally he'd be able to retrieve whatever memories he had lost one year ago.

Wiping his face off with a towel he looked once again in the mirror. He felt as if a thousand pounds had been lift off his shoulders. Soon enough he would be free of this blockage and be able to resume his current lifestyle once again.

Soon, Nezumi thought to himself taking in a breath and grabbed his phone. I will know what exactly is the Juni Taisen.