Pinkshuchan: Hi everyone! I'm Pinkshuchan! If you've followed my fanstories before then I apologize for not writing for a long time and I will get back to my other stories eventually. If not, then yeah. Recently I got into the anime Cardfight! Vanguard. Some people recommended it to me and I thought "Hey, I liked Yugioh! I'll give this a shot!" And sure enough, I got hooked. And not long after I got into the anime, I found myself liking the characters and, like most fans, I found a pairing I like; Kai x Aichi. Those two were just so cute and I liked the chemistry between them so much that it was hard for me to not ship them. Eventually, it got to the point that I wanted to write a fanfic about them and that led to this story being made. This is an AU story that just popped into my head and I really hope that you all enjoy it. I shouldn't have to warn you that this is a Yaoi story so if you don't like it, please don't read it. It also has some mature themes so I suggest not reading if you don't like that as well. I don't own Cardfight! Vanguard. It belongs to Bushiroad. Without ado, here is my first Vanguard fanfic. Enjoy!

Prologue

I Dreamed I Could Fly

Nothingness.

That was all there was. No ground, no sky, no light, no darkness. All that surrounded him was endless nothingness. He didn't know how he came to be here and why. He was just here; floating in one spot within the complete silence, waiting for something, anything to happen.

And then, from above, a tiny water drop sparkling like a small star in a night sky fell before him. He didn't know what was going on for as soon as it touched something, strong gusts of wind from many different directions surrounded him. Clenching his eyes shut, he used his arms as a shield to protect from being blown away, but would be impossible without solid ground to help keep his stand. And yet even the strongest gusts weren't able to make him move an inch. They blew for quite a while before the winds finally decided to calm down. He opened his eyes as he lowered his arms, awestruck with the change that had surrounded him.

What used to be endless nothingness became a field that went so far until it touched the bright blue sky. A gentle breeze blew around him, carrying with it a sweet scent that only the power of nature could provide. He closed his eyes yet again as he let everything sink in and let his body relax.

When he opened his eyes yet again, a surprise greeted him.

Six silhouettes surrounded him like statues that were placed in a circle for decoration. There was nothing to note about them as they didn't have distinguishing features from their faces or human bodies alone. But what did catch his attention was that they all had wings; each one a different colour. Red, aqua, green, gold, silver, and black. Who were they?

Before any theories could come to light in his mind, the six winged humanoids had begun to flap their wings and fly away. He could only watch sullenly as they flew farther and farther away above him, circling as they did so. He felt like he himself was a bird chained to one spot, like he was limited to where he could go and what he could do. He wanted to fly up to the sky just like those winged humanoids, to soar higher than the clouds.

But then, without warning, he felt himself being lifted into the air. He felt himself going higher and higher off the ground and had no idea how he was doing it. Yet it made him wonder; could he fly himself? Retrieving full control of his entire being again, he had begun to will himself to soar up even higher. And sure enough, he had begun to reach even higher, almost but not quite catching up to the winged humanoids.

This was incredible! He was so high up in the air and moving so fast yet he couldn't stop. He was even higher than some of the clouds. His heart felt light, his breathing was relaxed; he was broken free from his chains. He felt no fear, no worries, no despair. He just continued to soar through the sky, higher than ever, with the wind rushing through his hair, his clothes, his entire being. He was weightless. He was happy.

He was free.

He finally reached above the clouds, and the sight before him was absolutely breathtaking. There above the clouds were vast amounts of land similar to that on Earth. However, there was something euphoric about the land here. The grass shined the brightest green it could be and the flora was like anything he had never seen. Flowers of unusual designs and mixture of colours, trees with peculiar stances and leaves; it was all so new to him.

He noticed the winged humanoids from before motioning for him to follow. Unsure of what they wanted, he did as they asked and followed them farther through this heavenly paradise. As he flew closer to the ground, another sweet aroma wafted through his senses; stronger than when he was back on Earth. He followed the winged humanoids until they reached a nice, clear pond. It sparkled under the golden light of the sun like crystal. He felt his throat feel dry. The winged humanoids insisted that he have a drink. How could he refuse with how tempting it looked?

He cupped some of the water into his hands and brought it to his lips. He let out a relaxed sigh after he drank the cool, refreshing liquid. This water was unlike anything he ever tasted. It easily ran through his throat with ease and, though faint, he could've sworn there was a slight taste of fruit. This was truly nectar of the gods.

Satisfied, the winged humanoids had begun to fly away once again. He got up and continued to follow them. He didn't know where they were going, but he wanted to see more of this world. What more did it have to offer? He was surprised to see that they began to fly faster. Unsure of why they were doing so yet did not want to lose sight of them, he picked up speed of his own. But the winged humanoids only flew faster. What was going on?

He felt a strange feeling. Something was not right. When he came here, this place felt so peaceful; so carefree. But now, the feeling of uneasiness roamed over this land. The sky changed from its bright blue to a haunting black with dark clouds looming above. Below him, the once fertile land and exotic plants were consumed by crimson flames. The cool, crystal like pond was now polluted with dark red blood.

But that was not the worst of it. Something far more sinister was coming and it was going to hurt the most.

Before he could fly any farther, a surreal dark mist surrounded him. It was thick and suffocating. He could feel his entire body being crushed by the density. Bloodcurdling screams were the only thing he could let out as the air around him grew tighter and tighter. His vision started to blur and his body was numbing from the pain. He couldn't move; he couldn't break free from the sufferable darkness, and he could feel his conscious mind slipping away the longer he was trapped.

But then, the dark mist loosened itself around him, and he heard a voice calling out to him. He opened his eyes. Standing before him was another silhouette; a child. Though his vision was still blurred from the pain, he could see the child's expression filled with fear and devastation. The child reached out a tiny hand to him. Did this child come to help him? With the dark mist no longer restraining him, he could reach out and take that child's hand. He could be saved by this nightmare.

And yet he didn't move. Why was that? Did he fear that the child would do something far worse than that of the dark mist? Was his pride taking over, determined to escape himself? No, there was something still restraining him. There was no strength within him to move forward and take the child's help. And even if his strength wasn't drained, something kept him from moving closer, like something was trying to pull him away from the child.

And then, the unthinkable happened. The dark mist left him and went straight to the child. He pleaded for the child to get away, his voice cracked from the wave of screams he let out before. But the child did not move. The child was fixated on reaching to him.

"Run! Hurry!" he cried, begging the child to get away to safety. But it was too late. The child was already in the dark mist's grasp. He could only watch in dismay as the child was tortured with the dark walls of the mist; the sound of loud, painful, high pitched cries flooding through his ears. He couldn't bear to continue watching the traumatic scene playing before him but he couldn't find it in himself to look away. His sight blurred yet again, not from his physical pain but from the pain of the child's suffering. He couldn't stop the stinging drops of salt water from running down his burning cheeks.

The cries stopped the moment the child disappeared, drowning in the dark mist. At that moment, he felt himself being pulled farther and farther away from the mist. Surely he was now saved from this hell. But in actuality, he was falling, leaving the land above the clouds and back to the earth he came from.

He didn't know how long he had been falling for nor did he know how much longer until he reached the bottom. He couldn't stop himself from descending like this even if he tried. All he could do was wait until he reached the end of everything. He had begun to wonder what would happen after he reached the bottom. Would he go 'SPLAT' with his entire body cracked open like an egg, or would he be like a fragile, wooden puppet with his limbs breaking from his body the moment he hits the ground and his entire body scattered across the ground? He would know soon. He closed his eyes as he readied for his entire being to become one among the dead; cold, lifeless, trapped in eternal nothingness.

And then he would wake up.

Pinkshuchan: And that was the prologue. What do you guys think? Yes, I decided to start it all with a dream sequence. As to whose dream it is, you'll just have to wait and see. Please read and review!