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Prologue: The Pages Begin to Turn
Earth: Feb 27, 2014
*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP*
It was 5:00.
The morning was fresh and young, with the light from the sun so bright one would imagine the flowers dancing in delight. The distant globe of fire peeked out over the horizon like a half-open eye, tinting the sky with a mix of orange in the sea of light blue.
The alarm, still going off, was cut off abruptly as a sleepy boy turned around and smashed his hand into his phone for the snooze to activate.
"Ugh..." The boy groaned in drowsy complaint as he opened his heavy eyelids, which were trying their best to remain shut like an oyster with its pearl.
His name was Raphael Kurohono, a typical 166 centimeter-tall, 16 year old, boy in his third year of high school.
As he stood up out of bed, stretching his still sleepy limbs, he shook his head roughly, and his long hair exploded into movement. It stood up in various places, with the majority of it flowing down to reach his eyebrows. His clean-in-comparison sideburns reached his jawline, and the rest of his hair flowed down to touch his neck.
"Oh, it's five?" He muttered drowsily, raising his phone up to eye level as he retrieved his glasses from the same desk. Placing the glasses on his nose, he yawned loudly before walking over to his nearby closet.
Throwing it open carelessly, he reached inside and fished out a black and blue collared shirt, dark blue denim jeans and white tennis shoes. As he slipped them on, he then pulled out a black and blue hoodie before walking back to the bedside desk and grabbing his watch. Strapping on the gray and blue accessory, he rubbed some drowsiness out of his eyes before turning to the door.
He quickly grabbed his bag and passed through room after room, reaching the door in a matter of seconds.
"Mom, I'm leaving!" He shouted as he opened the door, and he walked out and closed it behind him.
Raph closed his eyes, inhaling a fresh breath of air, and looked up at the clear blue sky dotted with white clouds.
Just another day, I guess.
Hyperdimension: Year 20XX
The wind whistled through the air, and all was dead quiet save for the sound of ragged breathing.
"...how is this possible?" One girl, clutching at her injured arm while holding a silver rapier in hand, growled in anger. Her black dress had been ripped, torn and tattered. She had black twin ponytails on the back of her head that flowed down to her waist, and she had piercing red eyes.
"I thought she'd been defeated already." Another girl muttered, frustrated, tightening her grip on the hammer that she had planted into the ground in an effort to remain standing. She had short brown hair topped with a white hat, but her brown and white coat and dress had been damaged as well. She had dull blue eyes, and they blazed with fury.
"I don't know, but we can't lose to her." Yet another girl replied, her voice in pain as she stabbed her spear into the ground. She was a blonde with long hair that flowed down to her waist, and there were scratches on her cheek. Her green and white dress had been ripped and damaged, with parts of her skin exposed to the chilly air. Her eyes were navy blue, which squinted in pain.
"We gotta beat her outta here, guys!" The last of the group urged on. She was a purple haired girl, whose long white jacket had been slashed to bits. Her eyes were light purple, dancing with optimism and energy. Her legs were shivering and shaking, but she remained standing.
Across from them, a few yards away, floated one of the most dangerous beings to ever cross blades with the Console Patron Units of Gamindustri.
Criminal of the Free World and Loyalist of Arfoire, the Deity of Sin: Magic.
The hot pink-haired woman floated inches off of the ground, clad in her skimpy yet seemingly unbreakable black armor and clasping her massive magenta scythe. It hummed with energy, and pink bolts of lightning seemed to arc around the sinister-looking steel.
"Our goddess will return, CPUs, and we shall take the new world for our own! Prepare yourselves, for this time, she will not afford mercy to the likes of you or anyone in this atrocious dimension." She muttered, her voice low and her eyes narrowed in what seemed like anger, before she suddenly vanished in a shroud of darkness.
The four girls, finally free of danger, collectively to their knees in exhaustion.
"...Arfoire will return?" Noire repeated, her voice hollow and tired. She dropped her rapier onto the trampled grass, and she moaned in pain when fire ripped through her arm once again.
"I can't believe it. She's coming back. And what new world was she talking about?" Vert muttered, slumping down and bracing herself against the ground so that she wouldn't topple over.
"Was that even real?" Blanc asked, though when the others turned to look at her, her eyes seemed distant and in disbelief.
"...it was real, guys." Neptune replied, forcing herself back to her feet and facing the other three. She shot a grin, through it was unable to mask the pain she was experiencing. "We need to get back. My pudding might melt if we're out too late."
Earth: Feb 27, 2014; 3:00 pm
School wasn't heinous this time of the year because the majority of it wasn't even used for lessons and lectures. Raph's class was preparing for a school event called the Formal Night, which was like Prom except that all of the high school students were obligated to participate.
And Raph's class, the 3rd years and the 4th years, were busy preparing the event for the 2nd and the 1st years.
Class had already ended, and Raph was lingering inside to hang out with his friends before he leaves. As he sat back down, a little tired, and swept his gaze across the room, his ears caught someone calling his name.
"Yo, Raph!" The voice was loud, so loud that Raph knew who it was just by its volume. He turned to face his friend.
He was a 15 year old boy in his second year of high school, large but not fat, and wearing a purple shirt branded with Fanta on the front, and he wore dark grey cargo pants. A pair of thick glasses with black frames were placed on his face, and a black and grey jacket over his t-shirt. On his feet, he sported black and white sneakers. His hair was short, cut like a soldier's. His build was large, with his muscle hidden behind a slight layer of fat.
His name was Grape Papukurai.
"Watcha doin?" He asked, leaning on the doorway of the classroom as he looked at Raph.
"I'm just finishing up some preparations for Formal Night." Raph replied as he took out his bag that was hanging on the backrest of his chair.
Grape nodded, and he walked into the room. "By the way, what time are we meeting up tomorrow?"
"Around 12, I guess." Raph replied, hefting his bag onto his shoulder and taking a few steps towards his friend.
Grape grinned and smashed his fist to his chest. "Then I'm coming at 10!"
Raph just sighed. This was the way it usually was.
"Matt and Kyle are coming too, right?" Grape asked, as the two began to walk out the door.
"Well, yeah. But neither are coming at ten in the morning." Raph replied, his voice injected with sarcasm.
"What's this about Raph's at ten?" A voice interrupted the two, and the pair turned around to face the person who owned the voice.
He was a thin and lean 16 year old boy who was Raph's peer and childhood friend. With dark brown skin and a head of dark brown hair, he wore a white t-shirt with a brown collar along with brown pants and white rubber shoes. His pockets, his belt and the ends of his pant legs were a shade of brown darker, and his name was Matt Shiroyuki.
"Grape's coming at ten." Raph replied.
"Oh. Does that mean I should come at ten, too?" Matt asked innocently, and Raph just shook his head while Grape laughed in the background.
"If you want to, sure." Raph said as the three exited the doorway and turned to the nearby exit. "Well, I need to go home and fix up the place for tomorrow. Matt, you're coming, righ-"
"I'm gonna play the PS3 and watch anime!" Matt cheered in reply, and Raph just shot him a look of disbelief.
"Seriously?" Raph asked, the mental image of his fixing up and cleaning the whole house while Matt lounged around lazily in the living room like a freeloader.
"Well, that's how it always is, anyway." Grape chuckled, and then he stopped at the front of the school gate. "Well, my car's here. See ya tomorrow, guys."
"See ya." The two replied before they began walking down the street.
Hyperdimension: Year 20XX
With the four CPUs of Hyperdimension and the four of Ultradimension, the Oracles and the CPU Candidates all gathered around a single table to discuss a meeting, the room was filled with an aura of grim seriousness.
"She mentioned some new world, but what did she mean by that?" Blanc, the Console Patron Unit of Lowee, muttered in frustration as she placed her hands onto her temples.
"Perhaps she was referring to Plutie's world." Neptune replied, unsure, as she gestured to the Planeptune CPU of the Ultradimension sitting next to her.
"No. I don't think so." The Noire of the Ultradimension replied, lost in thought as she leaned back onto the chair and began nibbling uneasily at her fingernail. "We'll have to be on the lookout, just in case."
"But if she was referring to Ultradimension, then there has to be something she wants from there." The Vert of the Hyperdimension inferred, leaning forward and placing her fingers against one another. "But…what?"
The meeting fell back into silence, and the group began to descend into deep contemplation.
"…agh, all this thinking is painful!" Neptune screamed after two minutes of silence, and she clutched at her head while sprawling onto the table like a roasted pig that was discovered to still be alive.
"Neptune!" Noire groaned, but as she stood up and reached to drag the whining CPU off of the meeting table, the sound of the door opening drew everyone's attention.
Everyone turned to see it, and they laid eyes on a tiny woman no bigger than the book that she floated on.
The Oracle of Planeptune, Histoire.
And she did not look happy.
"That dimension Magic spoke of." Histoire said urgently. "I've found it."
Earth: Feb 27, 2014; 5:00 PM
A boy stood outside Raph's house. He was still wearing his school uniform, as his school hours had just ended quite a short time prior.
He had long, spiky black-brown hair with equally dark brown eyes, and he had black framed glasses. He had moderately dark brown skin, a shade lighter than caramel, and he was 164 centimetres tall with a build larger than Matt's and Kyle's, but not as large as Grape's.
His name was Kyle Midorikaze, and he was an old friend of Raph and Matt's.
He rang the doorbell, the faint sound of video game gunfire and the smell of cooking meat emanating from the house. Within half a minute, Matt had opened the gate.
"Ah." Matt replied, and Kyle glanced downwards to see the PS3 controller in his hand. Matt turned around and yelled, "Raph, Kyle's here!"
Kyle slipped past Matt and walked into the house, and he walked through the door before crashing onto the couch in the living room. "So, are we still hanging out tomorrow?"
Matt, now refocusing on Battlefield 4, was now absorbed into the screen. "Um…yeah. Whatever." He said, clearly attentive to anything except Kyle.
Minutes of silence save for the gunfire and explosions of the screen tempted the boy on the couch. "…Matt, let's go a round."
"…sure, after this one." Matt replied flatly, still facing the bright LCD display.
Hours had passed, and it had reached 6 PM. The two had gone at each other and teamed up with each other a few times already. As Raph walked into the living room with two plates of food for the pair of gamers, they had stood up and snatched the plates before devouring them hastily.
"I gotta run." Kyle said, placing the plate on the nearby desk and began walking towards the door. "See ya, Raph."
"Yeah, me too." Matt added, placing his plate on top of Kyle's and running for the door as well. "Bye, man."
"Sure." Raph replied flatly, shaking his head as he took the plates and walked back into the kitchen.
What the three boys didn't know, as the night fell and the moon came up, was that their lives were going to change forever.