Im Back~~~~! Yes it has been awhile but I wanted to get more of the story together before I put it up.
Just a couple quick things before we start…
One I want to thank 1.) JudaiXJohan: for allowing me to write the rest of Paralyzed Love for her. She got me writing on fanfiction and I love it! Thanks so much! 3
2.) MistressChi08: because she has been supporting me a lot with my fanfic experience :D
3.) everyone who favorited or reviewed for Paralyzed Love
Thank you!
Two more things
Story is going to be more shounen ai with little tad bits of yaoi thrown in. Its M mostly for lang. and violence
In the beginning it may not seem like a Judai x johan fanfic BUT IT IS. Judai doesn't get any page time in the first chapter but just be patient :)
OK Here we go!
…Oroman Wars…
Chapter 1- Prologue/Oroman Days
Oromanian (person living in Oroman)
Alran (person living in Alroh)
There was once a great nation that singly occupied the small world.
Oroman: The single super continent whose lands stretched more than half way around the small globe. Ruled by the king who lived in the Capitol. Most of Oroman was seen as prosperous and fruitful, the perfect place to live; however, there was still a large portion that remained in poverty.
This land was considered the slums of Oroman. Not really anything to be gained from a wasteland of crime and debt.
The two areas would still relate with one another. You could travel there. Live there. Visit there. They treated each other how they should, like humans.
But then… that all changed when Hurricane Sertim hit.
Thundering waves crashed and battered against the sides of the continent. Earthquakes tore at the very foundation of the land that held them together. Lightning stuck down causing wild fires to run rampant through their fruitful fields and bustling cities. The continent couldn't hold together and finally it cracked.
Three lands came out of the storms aftermath.
The everstrong Oroman. The chunk of land that held the capitol kept its name and most of the once giant continent's rich lands.
Ergo. This new land was the smallest. It resembled an island compared to the other two chunks that broke off. Since there weren't that many people they had to rule over, they formed a democracy. Their land also held the former continent's research facilities. Thus leaving Ergo the most advanced, but the most peaceful.
Lastly is Alroh. The storm couldn't have picked a better way to split these lands. All Alroh was, was the slums and a handful of fields for natural resources and food. No civility, no technology, just an overpopulated area of dumb, corrupt humans.
With Ergo and Oroman in stable conditions regarding leaders, that left Alroh. Many dictators struggled for power causing riots in the streets. For weeks on end one crazed man would be killed by another in the thirst to rule the land. It was just a matter of time before the whole area burned to the ground and sunk into the abyss of anarchy.
A new man rose. He showcased himself as prideful and composed man. He came off as withheld and thoughtful in future plans for the 'nation' and those actions collected him a variety of useful connections. Eventually those connections brought him to power and he is the current dictator of Alroh.
His goal was militarization. The only pro to Alroh was their surplus of people. Surplus of people to him meant an unlimited army. He even enacted a draft that forced any male from twenty to forty that had no stable job to join the army. Being unemployed wasn't a rare characteristic; about seventy percent of the population was unemployed!
About three years after Alroh's militarization process begun, Oroman had ordered them to stop and back down their numbers. All communications ceased between the two countries and tensions began to rise. Oromanians began to hate Alrans for being stubborn and Alrans began to hate Oromanians for their superior attitude.
Eventually Oroman declared war.
Technology for the two wasn't up to snuff. They had some iron naval ships and a few planes to spare, but these were specifically used for war affairs and not civilians. There are no cars, just trains. Homes have electricity and indoor plumbing along with natural gas.
For Alrans these home devices were very rare and once the war started, they became even more scarce. Since most of the war was fought on Alroh's soil the homes there were severally damaged.
Electricity became too much of a hassle when your house blew up or caught fire and installing a home phone was stupid because well… people didn't really have homes for more than a week. Most people resorted to handheld walkie-talkies.
The war has been going on for twelve years… twelve long years that have allowed racism to grow, violence to spread and stereotypes to form; and form between what? Two groups of people, who used to be one? They were the same and now… Why is this happening?...
~Present Day Oroman – Johan~
"The Alrans foolishly challenged us to a battle they could not win. They are continuing to deplete their natural resources and deprive their citizens of their basic needs. The almighty Oroman is currently advancing farther into their lands further and victory is in sight. Currently reporters say that this war will end with the almighty Oroman a victor in about three months." The brunette student sat down when he finished answering his question on the war.
Johan, a sixteen-year old blunette teen, lethargically stared at the student who recited the info.
"Good, now Takara-kun can you tell me why the Alrans were foolish to challenge Oroman?" The teacher questioned, readjusting her small glasses to fit her mouse-like nose.
The student stood up and recited, "Our almighty nation is far superior to the other because of our stable economy and holy ruler, King Godrick. Their barbaric style of a dictatorship has gotten them no profit in their economy. Our society functions gracefully with its citizens, ensuring that the utmost can be produced from our people." The student sat down. The teacher was asking questions at the end of class; she called this rapid fire. The student would have to stand up and answer the question.
"Why does every answer seem to glorify Oroman?" Johan thought. He sighed and laid his head down on the desk with his forearm keeping his cheek from touching the fake wood of the desktop. "Why does everyone forget that we came from the same continent?" Johan sighed again.
His convenient seat next to the window allowed him to gaze at the endless blue sky that stretched over Oroman. There was always a stray bird he could find twirling around in the sky. He would follow it with his emerald orbs until the teacher would call on him… and then reprimand him for not paying attention.
"Those dumbasses don't know when to quit do they!" One of the students yelled having the whole class begin to erupt in to a fit of laughter. Well everyone but Johan.
Before the teacher has a chance to settle her class down the bell rings over the intercom and all the students get up out of their seats and rush out of the room.
School is over. Johan perked up when it rung. He got his binder and textbooks into his bag then rushed out of the room like every other kid. He made his way down the hallway, nervously glancing in every direction he could see. He began ducking and weaving cautiously through a large crowd of students near the exit.
Finally he was outside. He trotted over to where the school's exit gate was and checked over his shoulder. No one was there.
"Ha! I win today fool!" He snickered to himself. He stuck his tongue out in the direction of the school and began to walk down the sidewalk.
Johan was headed to his usual place he went after school. Neos Café. There was always a quite place available for people to study and Johan never favored the idea of studying at home… well for that matter, he never did anything at home besides sleep. He always found ways of doing everything outside or in another building.
He pushed open the door and heard the same bell chime he heard everyday he entered. He walked in about three steps then rounded the corner of a white walkway to go into the area to study.
"3,2,1…" Johan mentally counted.
"Welcome to Neos Café- Oh hi Johan!" The chipper waitress, clad in her red-checkered uniform with her white top and frilly skirt, always greeted him the same way at the same time he walked in.
"Hi Rena-san." Johan gave his usual smile and made a way to his usual seat. The small round table had a tonal red tablecloth on it with a small sunflower in a crystal clear vase placed in the center.
The whole café was just cozy. The walls had white wood covering them till halfway through then it turned to brick the rest of the way up with white trim rounding the bottom of the floor and top of the ceiling.
The elongated windows had pale yellow curtains that draped to the sides of them, all the way to the windowsill. Other tables were spread out over the caramel wood floor. Some had the same red table clothes while others had a hushed dark blue. The chairs were the same color as the floor with cushions that matched the tablecloth.
On the far side of Johan was a bar- family friendly bar- that had different pastries available to buy. There was also a T.V. with the news playing.
Not many people were here today so it was fairly quiet.
"Perfect. Now I can actually get something done." Johan breathed in the fresh bakery smell, sat quietly for a second then perked up. He unzipped his backpack and pulled out his first binder.
Calculus. His homework was solving a few derivatives and integrals. Not too hard. Johan had always been one of the smartest kids in school. I guess he was just born with an inhumanly intelligent brain because he never had to study. Ever.
All he had to do was see it once and poof! He knew how to solve it.
Although he might have been an A student in school… it most certainly didn't apply to P.E.
Dear god this boy couldn't even do a pull up. He had zero upper body strength; although, he could manage a decent sprint. He was faster than a majority of his class.
The blunette was lifted out of his concentration when his ears caught the sound of the news being turned up. He brought his eye level and on the other end of the bar he saw an old man with the clicker and a stern gaze focusing on the T.V. He had a buzz cut and his gray mustache was in a clean rectangle spread across his face.
"Military official." Johan scoffed. He didn't take any liking to anything related to the war. The blunette was a very peaceful person, doesn't like violence very much… probably cause he couldn't win if he resorted to it.
"Reports are saying that Major General Garam has broken the first line in sector 12 of Alroh and has recaptured sector 11 and the battle on the north east front reports that they are advancing greatly. Now lets take a look at the weather with Tom."
Johan drowned out the rest of the conversation. Instead he looked over at the middle-aged man. His brow furrowed in concentration or was it anger? One of his fists was balled up and was being tightly pressed to his knee. His line of vision was in the direction of the T.V. but he didn't seem to be watching it anymore.
"Well doesn't seem the news lady got that report right." Johan almost chuckled to himself from the look of the man. He got up and went over to order something from the bar.
"Can I have a water please?" Johan asked. He pulled out his wallet and took out a dollar and some change. He stole one last glance at the man and he could swear he saw a glint of worry in his eye before the man turned back around and paid for his beverage.
"What the…" The blunette stood there staring at the man as he took his olive green coat and made way for the door. The teen turned to his water and stared down at it, worry coming to show on his face as well.
"That was a military jacket, I'm sure of it…" Johan bit down on his pink lips and furrowed his brow. "What's really happening in the war?"
He mentally shook himself and grabbed his cup of water. He turned around and before he could walk back to his seat the ice water was slapped up at his face, ice hitting his face and the remaining water that didn't stick to his clothes fell and splashed his feet.
For a second he stood there dumbfounded then he realized who it was. Jack.
"Hey fag! Thought you missed us at school didn't you?" Jack, his senior in school, he was about eighteen. He had blonde hair that spiked upward and he loved to bully Johan.
"Jack." Johan stated, trying to compose himself so the blonde wouldn't feel the satisfaction of his prank.
This bastard has been picking on Johan ever since he confessed to his friend Yusei. It was when Johan was a freshman. Yusei and him had been friends since the start of middle school. Yusei had wild raven hair and cobalt eyes. He was smart like Johan but also had a badass side. He had a yellow stripe tattoo on his face and he was in a band called Satisfaction.
The two of them were best friends… well until Johan wanted to be more than that.
~ Flash back~
"Oi Johan!" The ravenette began to trot over to his friend when he saw him. Johan flushed a light shade of pink when he saw his crush gleefully smiling after calling his name.
Johan was gonna do it. He was gonna confess to Yusei today.
"Hey! You got my message!" Johan waved back hoping the noticeable blush was gone from his cheeks.
"What do ya need?" Yusei asked, completely un aware of what was coming.
"Uh yeah… but can we go somewhere private?" Yusei quirked his head to the side in confusion. "Kawaii~!" Johan crooned in his mind.
"Yeah sure… where to?"
"Uh over here." Johan lead Yusei over behind the school back where the baseball fields and the dugouts were.
"Oh my god~! I'm actually holding his hand~!" Johan squealed like a girl, mentally that is. He peered inside one of the dusty dugouts and saw that no one was there. He motioned fro Yusei to sit down on one then, he sat beside him.
Johan nervously gazed at the ground taking in a number of exaggerated breaths. Was he trying to calm himself or get himself more worked up?
"You okay there?" Yusei asked arching one of his eyebrows and leaning over to make eye contact with the spazmatic blunette. Johan shot up and took Yusei's hands in his.
"W-we've known each other since high school and… and we are always hanging out and we've become good friends but… I… am starting to feel… different feelings when I'm around you…" Johan glanced over to Yusei but he wasn't showing any signs that he could tell Johan was confessing his love.
"I… I like you." Johan rushed the words out of mouth so fast you could barely call it speaking.
"What?" Yusei shifted uncomfortably and looked at Johan for something else.
"I like you… a lot and I was wondering if you wanted to go out sometime?" Johan was actually able to speak normally this time! He even felt giddy, knowing that he had gotten this feeling off his chest and Yusei might actually accept him.
"Hahahahahaha!" Yusei began… laughing? Johan turned beat red and lowered his head from feeling the damaging blow to his heart. He didn't even reject him properly… he laughed.
"You're joking right?" Yusei asked.
"He thinks it's a joke?..." Johan thought. "I-I'm being serious…" Johan brought his head back up to meet Yusei's cobalt eyes. He had to show him he wasn't joking.
The ravenette teen gave Johan a playful smile that said 'yeah right'. Johan grinded his teeth together and mustered up his courage for something that was bold.
He released his hold on the other teen's hand and brought his hand up, behind Yusei's raven hair and held it. He gently but quickly guided his lips onto Yusei's and gave him a kiss.
To the blunette it seemed like the kiss lasted an eternity but really… it was only a few seconds before Yusei ripped himself away from him. The ravenette was on his feet and disgustedly backing away from the blunette.
He didn't say anything. All he did was wipe at his lips and run away. That was probably ten times worse than being rejected.
The worst part about it is that he told his best friend, Jack, and now Jack loves to tease, prank and beat the living hell out of Johan.
Present Day Oroman – Café ~
"You walking away from me fag?" Jack teased. He followed Johan back to his table and sat across in the other chair. "Aww~ the silent treatment approach this time?"
"Please just drop this already Jack, it's been more than a year." Johan reasoned as he hastily slipped his books back into his backpack. Jack beat Johan in picking up his last book. The blonde wave the book in the air examining it like he didn't know what it was.
"Please give me my book back." Johan asked in a regular tone. He held out his palm and stared at the teen.
"Or what you gonna kiss me too?" Jack smirked when he saw the blunette get pissed off and it was mixed with some embarrassment by the combination of a glare and blush surfacing on Johan's face.
"Homophobe." Johan muttered under his breath, tilting his head away from Jack to make the comment even harder to hear. Jack's smirked vanished and he brought the textbook hard down onto Johan's head.
"OW!" Johan growled quickly wrapping his hands around the soon-to-be red lump on his head.
"See you round faggot." Scoffed the blonde. He stood up quickly, forcing the chair to the ground behind him. He dropped the textbook on the floor and kicked it aside leaving the café with a humph.
"God damn! That hurt like hell!" Johan mentally screamed, still rubbing his sore spot. The day Jack stops being a homophobe is the day the war ends!
Rena, the waitress, brought the blunette a cold bag of peas for his head and let him take it home with him.
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Home
…
To Johan… there wasn't really a place he wanted to call home any more.
Both of his parents died. More specifically, they died because of the war. His mother was a war nurse; although, she didn't do a lot of nursing… more like amputations and such. She was transferred to one of the camps near the front line and their station was ambushed.
Her death notice came in the form of a small pale yellow note, no bigger than the size of a post it. It was like what she did didn't matter and they were sending a note saying 'we thank your mother for her participation but… oh wait we cant she dead sorry'
Then to top it all off, his dad wasn't there with him when he got the somber note. He was off fighting in the war. He was a simple warrant officer, killed in the line of duty. With his death at least someone cared. An old solider friend came and personally told Johan… well with what little words Johan could make out between all the sobbing and hiccups. He let the poor man cry it out, not shedding a single tear in front of him… but when he got in the house the curtains came down and Johan all but lost himself in his tears and wails of pain.
Now he feels empty when he thinks about his parents. Like he has cried out all of his tears and there are none left to shed for them… sad right?
That's why Johan never favors staying home very long… it reminds him too much of the past. Most of the time the house stay empty, with the exception of the occasional visit of the housekeeper who comes by as a favor to Johan. She used to be there maid because the house is three stories of hugeness, but since the death of Mr. and Mrs. Anderson she feels as though she should do something for Johan.
The blunette slipped on a pair of black, baggy sweats and grabbed a cool drink then went outside on the balcony. He rested his arms over top of one another, holding the drink off to the side, and leaned his weight against the railing. It was getting dark out. In the distance you could see some city lights starting to click on, along with the other stores signs shining brightly.
The blunette drank his cola, enjoying the refreshing sensation washing over his dry throat. He lowered the drink back down onto the railing and continued to gaze out at the pool of ever growing lights. If Johan ever had to be home, then most of his time was spent looking away from that house and its contents.
Life just seemed to keep flowing for the blunette, but the flow was repetitive. Everyday he would wake up, get dressed with no complaints of how early it was, eat breakfast- the usual toaster waffles or cereal- and then go to school. There were no more eventful things happening to him. His life was empty.
The blunette sighed again, gazing longingly at the open sky.
"Someone's gotta change this… I don't want anyone to be like me… be empty…"
Another sigh escaped his lips. He lowered his head to take another sip but stopped and blankly stared down at the greenery below; it wasn't a depressed stare but one of realization.
"…Can I really do it? … can I change it?..." Johan's lips widened in excitement at his thoughts and he chuckled a little at how giddy he was getting. The blunette was having one of his random burst of optimisticness. They happened quite often when he felt he was getting himself down too much. He would rise up, all gung-ho ready to face the world and then simmer down about a week later when all the events began to tax on him.
The blunette gulped down the rest of his cola with vigor and when the last mouthful was swallowed he let out a exaggerated breath of air. He stretched his hands up over his head, clasped them together and leaned left then right.
"Yosh!" Johan clapped his hands together and put on a grin before he went back into the house to finish his homework.
~ Next Day Oroman~
Johan's morning routine was the same but this time he had a goofy grin plastered on his face the whole time and the whole time he was humming an annoying cat food commercial jingle. He actually made a big breakfast from his newfound enthusiasm; one that consisted of eggs, bacon, scratch-made waffles and cut up fruit. Once he was done with eating he downed his orange juice in one swig and piled the plates in the sink. He ran over to the door to put his shoes on but glanced back at the dirty sink.
He stared irritably at it for a minute before his OCD attitude kicked in. He kicked his shoes back off and shuffled over to the sink to wash the dishes.
"Stupid OCDness…" Johan muttered to himself as he carefully washed each dish and placed on the drying wrack. He took in one last glance at the kitchen, spotless. He nodded his head and ran back to the door.
With shoes on and backpack all set he started his walk to school. He didn't live too far, it was at least a fifteen twenty minute walk depending on how many people were on the streets.
The blunette had his walk down to memory. He could walk this route with his eyes closed and back. He went straight down his neighborhood walkway before he took a left onto the bustling market streets. The markets varied from the usual buildings that occupied the street to tents people set up to make a quick buck. Most of the permanent buildings were stores like restaurants or grocery stores with the occasional clothing store. The colorful tarp line tents was where you found you're products that were… out there.
You could find anything from done-up gadgety bikes to plain old shoes laces. There were jewel vendors and some people were street performers.
Johan was entering his final stretch to get to school. It was a greenway lined with trees and flowerbeds alternating in colors of a royal blue, purple and yellow. Oroman's flag colors. The beds were fenced off with metallic lacey wire and the mulch was always fresh with a lush chocolate color.
The air was always fresh and had a lovely nectar smell that accompanied it. The grass was always green and trimmed down to a short bristly size. Everything perfect. That's the way Oroman was. Perfect.
The blunette's school was perched a top a low-lying hill, the sports fields were the first thing Johan always passed. He walked around the baseball diamond and frowned slightly when he saw the same dugout that he confessed in. Damn did it hurt every time he saw it. He could just picture the scene before him. The image of Yusei's face will be forever burned in his mind. The two haven't talked much since that day, just a 'hello' or a quick question with homework.
Johan reached the schools entrance gates, quickly looked around for Jack and snuck into homeroom before he could find him.
It was about five minutes before school started when Johan walked in. He would have been earlier if he didn't take out seven extra minutes to clean the dishes. He weaved in and out of the desks that were in lines going from the front of the room to the back. He shrugged off his backpack next to his window seat and straddled his seat with one leg on either side because the damn seat was attached to the desk with a metal rod and that metal rod happened to be on the opposite side of the window, the side Johan approached his seat from.
The teen rested his head on the desk and faced the rest of his classmates starting to mass. Every one was chatting and smiling, greeting each other with the same comments of 'good morning' and 'how are you' then responding with 'I'm good, how bout you?'. Then the other would reply ' I'm doing good.' Then they two would walk to their seats and wait for other fake conversations to come their way.
Johan lifted his back from its slump when he saw Yusei enter the room. He was talking with a red head named Crow. The two parted ways at the front of the class where Crow sat; Yusei sat two seats behind Johan and always had to pass him.
"Oh god here comes the awkward moment!" Johan sat up and made eye contact with Yusei but then decided against it. Maybe it would make him seem too desperate to say 'hi', but then was that a bad thing? He made eye contact again. Oh god he's closer now.
"Here it comes!" Johan held his breath to gain his courage then let out his awkward "Hey Yusei." The raven teen gave him a quick smile and said, "Hey" in a normal voice keeping his pace to his seat.
"Oh god that was awkward as hell! I fucked it up again! #$&*!" Johan slumped back down to his desk feeling defeated and it was still morning! The blunette teen made a sarcastic dying face with his face to his desk to hide it, then sat back up. He looked up at the clock.
"Two more minutes." Johan watched the large, black hand tick across the black lines but it was going too slow. Sitting in silence was always… just well… no one liked it. They sat there fidgeting uncomfortably looking for something to look at while trying not to look desperate or stupid. He shifted to the side to look at the window, he saw his reflection and cocked his head from side to side looking at how his hair swayed on his shoulders.
"Geez its so long~ I need to cut it badly." He took his teal locks into his hand and twirled it around his finger and pinned in up to the back of his head.
"I definitely need to cut it. I look like a girl." Johan grimaced at his girly reflection. This was not good for his manly pride.
Ding Dong Ding Dong
The morning bell chimed at that signified to stand for the Oroman pledge.
"All students rise." Everyone in the room stood and placed their right hand over their heart and their left hand in the air next to their ear.
"I pledge allegiance to the holy Empire of Oroman."
"Today is gonna be different… I can feel it. Even if I did fuck it up again with Yusei."
"From the storm that created us. To the great king who lead us."
"I want to change things… get out of this boring routine. Start a new chapter in my life."
"Creating all of Oroman's greatness. We shall fight to protect, serve and honor…"
"I will definitely bring change."
"For our Almighty Oroman." All the students sat down ready to start their Oroman day… but this one wouldn't be the same because in the distance a series of bombs began going off.
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Oh hohoho! Yeah! I finished. But not gonna put it up till I have Judai in the story. ^^
Yusei is gonna be a little OOC but he is only gonna be here for 2 chaps so… yeah^^!
But when it is up… I hope everyone loves it!
Preview
What is going on in the peaceful city of Oroman? Did it have anything to do with the worried military general?
Whats going to happen with Johan? And will he be able to fulfill his claim to bring change?
What happens when Johan gets a little more change then he bargained for? And will new faces be with him or against him?