This Fanfiction Story is connected to my other Fanfiction Story: Doctor Who: The Anime: Series 1

Fictions Mentioned: Doctor Who, A Certain Magical Index

This Story/Episode takes place in Episode 2 - Bedtime Story

Episode 1 - The PROS and CONS of The Imagine Childhood

OP Song

Kono Yo no Hate de Koi o Utau Shoujo - YU-NO (Opening Full w/ Lyrics & Subtitles in English/Español)

Location:

Multiverse Cluster: Kamachi Verse
Universe: Toaru Verse

"What's the difference between snot and broccoli?"

"…..They are both green? Wait no, that's not a difference…"

"Bwahaha! Are you an idiot?! That's not the answer! It's…it's….I have no idea."

"Then how am I an idiot?"

"Is it because one of them is hard?"

"Can't snot be hard as well?"

"Is it because one is soft? Wait no, you can have soft broccoli."

"Is it because one belongs in the nose?!"

"I put broccoli in my nose once."

"What's the answer?!"

"Alright guys you ready? It's that kids don't like to eat broccoli!"

There was complete silence in the playground for an instant before the group of children burst into laughter, some clutching their stomachs as they fell to the ground as they realized that to a disgusting extent it was somewhat true.

The sun beat down on the playground with the children that had been telling jokes sitting near the swings as the one that had told the joke in the first place sitting in the best spot, on the swing. The other children gathered around him like ants to a queen and it clear who was the ring-leader of the group present.

They were all small children, their vocabulary and childishness suggesting that they had just started kindergarten. While they had yet to overcome the educatory gap that was elementary school, the child still had randoseru by their sides even though there was probably nothing to put into them.

The cheery laughs in the local playground made high schoolers that were passing by look on in reminiscence as the children there seemed to be waiting for their parents to pick them up after a 'tough' day of school.

The playground was slowly filling with other children, both from other kindergartens and nearby elementary schools, smiles and laughter filling the entire atmosphere and giving a sense of peace that seemed to be cherished within moments such as this.

But for those that loved their peace and wanted to cherish their own smiles, their selfishness meant that for those that were not a part of them, those children would never seek to make sure that those outcasts had the ability to smile with them.

Such was true for the scene that was in the playground.

While children ran around, laughed and told jokes, one child sat underneath a tree, back against the trunk as he wiped the cut on his face that had happened due to a stray cat attacking him, his other arm in a sling.

His black hair was flat however the way that it was sticking out at the sides suggested that he had at least tried to use gel to emulate some sort of hair style that he had seen in a magazine with limited success. The gel though seemed to have not hardened yet meaning that there were leaves and small insects stuck within its sticky grip.

His clothes were ripped in small places and it seemed that the numerous stitches that were in place had attempted to fix where the clothes had been ripped before but with new battle scars, it only showed that there were either going to be new stitches or a new pair of clothes to be purchased entirely.

The young Kamijou Touma, having just started elementary school wiped the cut on his face as he waited silently for his mother, Kamijou Shiina, and The Doctor to pick him up from the playground where he sat alone.

His isolated presence was ignored by those around him and for the most part, the small boy had accepted that entirely. He would be without friends or someone with him for as long as he lived and he truly believed that at the bottom of his heart.

And there was only one reason for such.

Misfortune.

A stray cat had attacked him and bugs were stuck in his hair due to the gel that he had tried to put in his hair. Although those things might have seemed normal, for the small boy those were only minor manifestations of the misfortune that he had been born and cursed with from day one.

The minor manifestations were not that bad. Kamijou lived his life and accepted those for what they were but it was not those small things that had led him to be shunned and hated by those around him.

No, it was the other manifestations that plagued him that had caused him to become what he was, in his own eyes and the eyes of others.

It was the manifestations of his misfortune that truly made him seem like a 'God of Pestilence'.

After all, there was no way that it was natural that he would be hit by a car that had suddenly swerved off the road because of a burst tire.

He had been walking to his kindergarten when it had happened and the police that had investigated the incident had found that the tire of the car that had hit him had burst suddenly, due to a tiny stick on the road piercing the rubber.

Logically, there was no way that something like that could happen. There was no way that a tiny stick could pierce the rubber of a tire that was meant to withstand the rough conditions of the road. However it had happened and the police had sighed as they wrote it off, once again, as misfortune.

They did so without concern and without worry in their eyes. Only resignation and expectations as if they had expected things to end up like they had, with the small boy being dragged off to hospital to mend his broken arm.

It was lucky that that was all he had escaped with but in the eyes of those around him, it was nothing short of misfortune that had placed him in the situation in the first place.

And the police were not the only ones to think that. It had spread throughout the entire community meaning that everywhere he went, Kamijou was certain that he was going to have people turn away from him and try to flee down the road as soon as they saw him.

Adults shunned him and did their best to avoid contact with him. Any adult that was new or at least tried to be civil in some way would always have a 'friend' appear from out of nowhere and drag them off for 'a long chat after not seeing them for so long'.

High schoolers that were supposed to be people to look up to parted ways whenever the boy walked down the street.

And children, such as the ones in the playground isolated and marginalized him, ignoring his presence altogether unless they had the idea that today was a good day to bully him for some reason or another.

All because of misfortune.

Still, despite that very thought, Kamijou Touma still smiled, hearing the punchline of the joke that had been said all the way over by the swings. Since he was isolated he felt as though he had a good sense of hearing and sight in order to gather as much information from his surroundings in order to judge what might be misfortune and what might not be.

Although it seemed as though such an attempt was pointless because of how random and horrible the things he had to endure had been.

"Hey."

A voice came through the playground that seemed oddly loud as Kamijou slowly edged his eyes without moving his head to where it had come from.

It wasn't a special ability or anything but to make sure that no one felt as though the boy was looking straight at them, Kamijou had slowly learned to use his eyes to search out things of interest without moving his head too much. Not only did it mean that he could still take in things around him perfectly but it also protected those around him that truly feared what would happen if the boy were to look straight at them.

For the sake of the happiness of people around him that truly wanted to laugh and play, Kamijou did nothing more than accept the role of a monster and try to live his life without harming those people that were happy.

Right now though, Kamijou turned his eyes and spotted one of the boys over by the swings, or rather the boy on the swing itself, standing up and looking straight at him.

There was no one else around Kamijou so it clear who the boy was looking at and yet Kamijou did not turn his head as to make sure that the boy was not 'branded' with the gaze of the God of Pestilence.

"Hey, Plague."

Kamijou did not move his head, instead using his peripheral vision still to see that the boy was walking straight towards him. Those actions in itself seemed to make everyone in the entire playground freeze as they watched the small boy approach the sitting Kamijou until the boy was standing right in the same shade as Kamijou.

Only now did Kamijou turn his head and look up towards the boy.

" … "

He said nothing as the other boy frowned and spat out words towards him.

"Did I say something funny?"

"Takehiko! What are you doing!?"

One of the other boys hissed in fear towards 'Takehiko' as he stood behind him however it was Takehiko that stood in front of Kamijou as Kamijou merely looked up towards him.

"I'm talking to you."

Takehiko said those words again as it was clear that he was not going to leave until Kamijou said something.

"I'm sorry."

Those words came out of Kamijou's mouth, sincere however at the same time rehearsed as he had said them so many times before to those that had looked at him when he had faced misfortune.

"For what? Did I say something funny? Did you think that I was talking to you when I told that joke?"

"No, I-"

"No one likes you, God of Pestilence. Shut up and go die. You don't deserve to be happy so don't think for a moment that I said something to make you laugh!" Takehiko spat out those words towards the small boy as adults and high schoolers walked past. They looked at the scene that was occurring and merely made their way off as if it was no one's business.

Takehiko spoke the truth and there was no way that Kamijou was going to deny it whatsoever. He understood after all.

Kamijou Touma as an existence was nothing. Merely a burden and someone that was hated by everyone around him. The thought that he deserved happiness was ridiculous given how he was the one that harmed people around him with his misfortune.

But even so, hearing those words hurt.

They stabbed into his soul as they were confirmed and twisted and wrenched into his heart like a knife.

Yet Kamijou did not say anything nasty or defensive in response.

The small child merely looked towards Takehiko and said those same words again.

"I'm sorry."

"I don't want your stupid 'sorry', you Plague! I told you to go shut up and die!"

What happened next was expected but at the same time shocking given how everyone knew exactly what was going to happen and how it was going to play out.

Takehiko wasted no time in picking up a stone and throwing it towards Kamijou, the small boy falling to the ground as the stone hit him in the side of the face. He fell in shock, reaching with his good arm to touch the wound on the side of his face and feeling the warmth of the blood rolling down.

It was a small cut and there was nothing to it.

After all, this was nothing but misfortune.

And Kamijou's expression still did not change as his face did not twist with pain or surprise. Instead, he merely got back up and leaned against the tree once again, looking at Takehiko and repeating those same words.

"I'm sorry."

"I told you! Shut and go die!"

"Yeah!"

"Go die!"

"No one likes you!"

"You're nothing but misfortune!"

"Stay home and don't come out!"

"I wish that car had killed you!"

Takehiko's words had started something that spread towards the other children in the playground as they all started to jeer and spit words towards the boy that was defenseless and wounded. But none of them cared. After all, this was the boy that was born with misfortune and lived his life spreading his curse to others like a disease.

Thus because of such, he had to be treated for what he was. The curse that they had the misfortune of meeting.

Takehiko picked up another stone and threw it as Kamijou tried to cover his face as the rock hit his arm and left a slight bruise however that stone was not the only one that was thrown.

Another came from a different direction and hit his cast, Kamijou wincing and gritting his teeth to withhold the scream that wanted to erupt from his mouth as a different child threw the stone. And then another stone came from a different direction, striking Kamijou at the very front of the head.

It too bounced off and was followed by another stone that struck him on the side of the body.

And then another stone came.

And another.

And another.

And another.

All the while, Kamijou Touma merely huddled his body as if hiding from the cold that was coming from the malice of the children, protecting his own body as stones bounced off it and dug into his skin and clothes that caused rips and small bruises and cuts to come on his skin. He said nothing, keeping his mouth shut as he merely closed his eyes in an attempt to withstand the pain that was coming from all directions.

And it hit him both internally and externally, striking at his body and carving its way into his heart as he once more asked a very basic question.

Why was he like this?

Why was he born with misfortune that caused this unhappiness to others around him?

Was it better if he truly went off and died?

He was as a child, lost in his own thoughts and the only thing that pulled his mind into reality was the sound of something cracking from right above him. On instinct upon hearing the new sound, Kamijou slowly rose his head and looked up towards the source of the sound.

And it was then that misfortune struck once again.

A branch from the tree snapped, falling and striking Kamijou in the side of the head as the boy fell towards the ground, leaving the boy's body to shoot with pain that filled his very core.

He face twisted in response to such however the one thing that he did not do was cry.

His tears had dried up long ago and there was nothing making him sad or unhappy at what was happening to him anymore. He had faced too much meaning that there were no more tears to leave his eyes.

So where was the crying that filled the air coming from?

Kamijou slowly rose his head and found himself looking towards the source of the crying, seeing that numerous children had fallen to the ground as well however none of them were hurt. In truth the only one that was hurt was the one that had started all of this in the first place.

Takehiko let out screams and tears as the branch that had fallen from the tree pinned him to the ground, falling on his leg meaning that he was trapped underneath its heavy weight, trying to move without any luck due to the combined forces of the pain that had filled his body and the weight of the tree branch that was on him.

Kamijou merely watched through an eye that had blood covering it as he wiped it and instantly stood but did not run away from the scene that would surely be blamed on 'misfortune' and thus pinned on him.

Instead, he did the one thing to make sure that that crying stopped.

Takehiko still had tears to cry. Which meant that he had lived a blessed life, able to cry at things that made him sad and be able to smile when he was happy.

And for the small Kamijou Touma that had truly lost that ability to cry now given that he had run out of tears, that in itself was something that he wanted to protect at all costs.

Takehiko had a life, peace and smiles that were awaiting him in the future. And if they were lost because of the misfortune that Kamijou had passed off onto him, then there would be no way that Kamijou would be able to forgive himself.

Kamijou Touma was clearly lonely and sad.

But that did not mean that others had to be the same because of him. Because of misfortune.

So Kamijou raced towards the fallen branch, leaning down with his one arm in order to try and lift the branch however found that the entire thing was too heavy for his small form. Indeed, the cut on his forehead where the branch had struck in the first place seemed too deep to be caused by a standard branch but that in itself only meant that Kamijou had the need to work even harder to ensure that those tears stopped.

"Get it off! Get it off! Get it oooooooooooooooooooooooffffffffffffffffffffffffff!" Takehiko's screams filled the air as Kamijou grunted, pain shooting from his entire body as he tried to shift the branch by himself with his bad arm. No one was going to help him, especially not after what had happened.

After all, in the minds of children, what would happen if someone that was revered as a God of Pestilence was bullied by someone and then by 'misfortune' that bullying child was caused some form of pain in response to them harming said God?

They would surely think that the one that had caused the bully pain was the child that they had been bullying, the God of Pestilence.

In the eyes of those children, this was clearly Kamijou Touma's fault, using misfortune to his advantage to make sure he harmed those that harmed him.

And that in itself was something to be feared.

To which that fear only made Kamijou forced to lift the branch by himself as he tried his hardest to shift the branch in any way that he could, sweat and blood covering his face as he used his tiny form to push against the branch that was on the ground.

It hurt to do so. It hurt so much however there was no way that the small Touma was going to have Takehiko harmed because of him when that bullying child wanted to smile with those that he loved more than anything else.

Kamijou grunted and pushed the branch slightly, the one movement causing the branch to lift slightly off Takehiko's leg as he immediately pulled it out from underneath it. The large bruise that the branch had caused when falling on the leg was clear, the disgusting purple line that had formed giving an indication of what had happened.

Takehiko though continued snivelling as he used the branch as a support as he tried to stand, doing so as he looked towards Kamijou that was panting heavily now that he had moved the branch without assistance.

And Tahehiko spat out the only words that were fitting for that God of Pestilence.

"This is your fault."

"I'm sorry."

And once again, that small boy gave that apology as if it was rehearsed. As if it was natural for people to blame the small child and it was natural for the boy to accept that it was his fault. As if it was natural for that extreme unfairness to press down on him from all directions and dig into his heart.

"THIS IS YOUR FAULT!"

Takehiko screamed at the top of his lungs before a voice came out from the side, making everyone turn towards where it was coming from.

"Takehiko?"

A woman stood at the very entrance to the playground, white in the face where she stood as she looked at the fallen branch and the massive bruise that had formed on the leg of the young boy. Instantly, Takehiko's mother raced towards the boy and inspected the bruise.

"Oh my K-. Wh-what happened baby? H-How did you get this? We need to take you to a hospital and make sure that your leg is f-"

His mother though stopped as she looked towards Kamijou that was covered in sweat and blood that was leaning against the tree branch as he panted in response to the pain and stress that his body had been made to endure. The mother stared at the boy, looking towards the branch and then the bruise that was on her son's leg.

She slowly stood up, putting a hand in front of her son in order to protect Takehiko as she glared towards the small boy that was leaning against the branch.

"What did you do to my son?"

The rationale and logic of the adult did not apply towards The God of Pestilence. It was clear that the small boy was hated by each and every one in the society that he lived in and that should have been enough to make the boy want to yell out towards those that harmed him.

But he did not.

He had run out of tears.

"I'm sorry. "

"What did you do to my son?!"

The motherly shriek echoed into the air as Takehiko's mother instantly lashed out, striking Kamijou across the face as she slapped him. Kamijou fell to the ground as Takehiko's mother spat at the ground in front of him, wiping her hand that was covered with Kamijou's blood against the fallen branch.

"Don't come near my son again you monster. In fact, just leave and disappear. You're not wanted here. Understand?"

"I'm sorry."

Takehiko's mother's face twisted in response to the words that were being said. They might have sounded rehearsed but what else could Kamijou say? What other excuse could the small child give for something that was not his fault?

He truly felt sorry and truly said those words at the bottom of his heart.

However there was no way that they would ever be believed by those that shunned him so.

"Takehiko, we're leaving. We're going to the hospital right now!"

Takehiko's mother pulled the boy up who was covered in snot and tears as he sniffled at the action of being lifted as his mother raced out of the entrance of the playground as other parents watched her do so, in shock before looking at the black haired boy that was lying on his side, not moving.

And they too put things together as they dragged their children off to the safety of their homes and away from the boy that was filled with misfortune.

It was not long before the entire playground emptied and only Kamijou was left, lying on the ground where he had fallen after being slapped, not moving and instead letting the fatigue wash over him, his clothes being dyed red from the blood that rolled down his side.

"Touma-san?"

"Touma?!"

In that lonely playground, a cold voice filled the air, all emotion having left it as a woman and a man looking towards the boy that was lying on the ground. Kamijou did not get up, only turning his eyes as he always did without moving his head towards the entrance of the playground and seeing the pale face of his mother and The Doctor standing still there.

"Mu…m.…. D...oc...tor..."

Kamijou let out those weak words as they seemed to drag Kamijou Shiina and The Doctor to their senses as they immediately made their way over towards Kamijou, with Shiina lifting him up and looking him over.

"Wh-what did they do to you? Touma-san, what did they do to you? Are you alright? You're hurt…Why are you always hurt? Why…"

Shiina let out those words as she looked at the boy in the eyes as she tried to make him smile however the pure anxiety on her face was at odds with what she wanted from her son.

"I'm sorry."

And those two words stabbed into her exposed heart, the grown woman trembling and trying to stop it by biting onto her lip however that was not enough to hold back the emotion that she was feeling for the safety of her own son.

"Touma, you don't have to be sorry."

Shiina instantly wrapped Kamijou into a tight embrace that caused her hair and face to be covered with the blood that was on the side of her son's face as the emotions and pure sorrow that filled her spilled out in the form of the tears that came from her face.

"You never, ever have to be sorry Touma."

"…I'm sorry."

Kamijou Touma rose his small hand and rubbed his hand through his mother's hair as she let loose those tears that she cried for the both of them while The Doctor watches them standing tall as he looks at them both with ancient eyes of sympathy and empathy as he lays his hand in the boy's shoulder and with his ancient eyes full of compassion, he said.

"Your mother's right Touma. You do not have to feel sorry for anything. You've done nothing wrong. You would never hurt anyone. Ever. Be proud of that."

And in that lonely playground, the only thing that those two members of the same family and one Time Lord had was each other when the world had turned against them.

And as this scene of comfort happens, The Doctor was having inner thoughts of anger, fury, and sadness as to how much suffering the boy truly needed to take before it finally stops.

"I leave him alone for one second and this happens. But don't worry Touma, you would never have to feel like this ever again. Not on my watch ! I swear it in my name!"

And it was on that very day that The Doctor vowed to ensure that the Young Kamijou Touma gets as much of a normal life as it is possible in his universe as long as he is around.

For Misfortune of every shape and form cowers in the presence of The Time Lords.

For Misfortune of every shape and form cowers in the presence of The Man who has fought Gods, Monsters, and Demons.

For Misfortune of every shape and form cowers in the presence of The Doctor.

ED Song

YU-NO Anime Ending Full : Shinri no Kagami, Ken no you ni - Konomi Suzuki

Characters:

The Tenth Doctor - A: David Tennant
Touma Kamijou (young) - VA: Abe Atsushi
Shinna Kamijou - VA: Inoue Kikuko

Timeline:

Doctor Who: Tenth Doctor - Post-Journeys End, Pre-The Next Doctor
Era: Post-Time War, Pre-Day of the Doctor changes

A Certain Magical Index: Pre-Biohacker, Pre-Index

NOTE: This Story is also found in SpaceBattles: Doctor Who: The Anime: The Story Between The Lines

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