(Edit, for some reason my author note didn't make it in when I first uploaded, so I'm adding it in for anyone who reads this now)

A/N

-So, this is my very first proper fanfic and it's Yutaba because there is wayy to few fanfics with this pairing. I have written some in advance (like three chapters) but it's far from done so... (I also haven't made an update schedule but if enough people find this I might soo it's probably gonna be really erratic for a while) If you enjoy please leave a comment or something to let me know! Also if you have ANY criticism at all, you don't have to be a master writer or anything but just something that stuck out to you please let me know (I'm doing this to learn after all :DD)

So anyway, that's enough rambling .

I hope you decide to stick around! Let's get straight into it-

Prologue

Futaba's POV

The sun shone brightly from the sky, illuminating the whole of Akihabara. A ginger-haired teen was happily skipping down the sidewalk, clutching a bag in one hand and an ice cream in the other. The girl was called Futaba Isshiki and she had her sights set on a small comic-and-manga-shop where she hoped to pick up the latest "Feathermen-R" manga and some dark chocolate to console her mother who, only begrudgingly, had allowed the sixteen-year old to go shopping by herself.

Futaba adjusted her headphones as she quickened her pace. When she reached the shop, she threw the remainder of her green popsicle in a nearby trashcan, whereupon she pushed the door open and all but ran inside.

She could barely keep in an excited shout when she looked around the shop. She spun in a circle, eyes wide open, and grinning excitedly. The shop was warmly lit with lights in all corners as well as the ceiling. The walls were covered in posters from various anime and manga and the shop windows were filled to the brim with everything from action figurines and t-shirts to the latest manga. She noticed that the volume she was looking for was there, but that was not what caught her attention.

Standing prominently on display next to a bookshelf and a shelf filled with different coffee mugs were 5 action figurines. Futaba recognized them immediately, they were the Feathermen-Rangers! Her eyes bulged out even further and her excitement caused her to practically start bouncing on the spot.

She approached the table where they were standing, with an almost gleeful smile on her face and slowly tiptoed around it, as if the slightest sound might cause something to break or the figurines to disappear.

Futaba had never seen anything like those figurines before. They must either be completely new or super rare. Either way, there was no way she could let this opportunity go to waste, manga and mom's wrath be damned.

Yusuke's POV

Yusuke Kitagawa was only dimly aware of his surroundings as he made his way down the sidewalk.

He had traveled to Akihabara for no other reason than to seek inspiration for his new art project, but it was proving difficult with so many people and things constantly distracting him. Currently, his mind was far above the clouds, contemplating whether true beauty truly could be captured in art, or if it was merely a superficial concept thought up by man to give him an ideal. What he truly wanted was someone to discuss these theories and ideas with, but for some reason most (if not all) people gave him weird looks and politely excused themselves if he brought the topic up during conversation.

Something caught the blue haired teen's attention and caused him to come back to reality. Immediately the sounds, colors and sensations of the world became louder and more distinct, and Yusuke missed the blissful calm that accompanied his musings.

Looking around to find what had caused the distraction, his eyes soon fell on a display in a window of a manga-and-comics store.

A girl with vibrant tangerine hair was admiring five action figurines. They were about the size of Yusukes hand and each sporting a different color scheme. Despite this, Yusuke couldn't help but feel like something was... off. In his artistic mind, the colors stood out like a discrepancy, a small detail that made the whole image look distorted.

He blinked, and decided that something like this was wholly unacceptable, he had to set it right. And thus, he made his way towards the store.