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Episode 1

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Dies irae - Animation OST: Unus Mundus

There is a mysterious and sacred concept that is known as the Multiverse.

Note the capital letter "M" when trying to pronounce the term "Multiverse" instead of a simple "m" for "multiverse" or even with the additions of an "s" that describe the many countless variations that they are. Or if one were to prefer, one can call it by other names that were drawn from countless cultures and traditions such as the Totality, the All, the Omniverse, the Sandbox, the Cosmos of Cosmoses, and others. Depends on who or what you ask. The concept is the same which speaks of a collection of every possible and impossible reality, every single permutation, every thought, word, and deed, and everything else that can be thought of.

Now, one multiverse or cosmos can be as different or as similar as any other multiverse as if they were different structural complexes, whether of houses or apartments or skyscrapers or other comprehensible infrastructures, where one who knows how to travel from one building to the next as a part of daily life.

In one multiverse, there lies a particular unique universe. The official name of this universe that had been given by several higher and temporal bureaucrats who were in charge to keep tabs on any universe was the designation: ACMI Universe-Prime.

This universe, aside from the normal brand of physics that one finds oneself discovering and studying such as uncertainty principle exists and quantum fluctuations, also consisted of supernatural elements such as "magic" and "esper" where the only distinguishable thing about them are the mechanisms of how each is to be applied in both theory and practice. All of them are labels that form a unified theory that had long been open and accepted by everyone. Except there came a time when that was put into question the moment when someone by the name of Francis Bacon proposed to eliminate the four idols and propose a thought process that emphasized observation and experimentation. Irony hinted that this person, aside from being a scientist known in history, was a Rosicrucian, a spiritual and cultural movement and system of magic that arose in Europe sometime in the early 17th century.

A few centuries later, the labels would be diluted by an artificial divide that would be someone by the name of Edward Alexander Crowley. He made it so that the world believed in a magic side or a science side when there originally were none. No one can explain this for they were under its sway and dominion. The tragedies that were to happen had been like the sharpening of one's claws and fangs and that sharpness was meant for use in battle within the outside world.

For over 50 to 100 years, creating the new term: the science side, modern science had robbed and stripped the occult and mysticism of its legitimacy, made scientific investigation and examinations the symbol of "correctness", won the position of widespread acceptance, and spread a mentality akin to science worship classified under the term of scientism which is the opinion that science and the scientific method are the best or only way to render truth about the world and reality. Over time, the scientific method would be considered absolute. Anyone that would not concur with the status quo would be scorned for their lack of intelligence and insight.

In this specific reality, sometime in the late 90s, there was a significant individual that would be born in the land of the rising sun - Japan.

That individual was known as Touma Kamijou, who would eventually carry a mysterious ability called the Imagine Breaker.

Let me tell you a story. It started with a young man who had been both blessed and cursed.

Touma Kamijou.

Why was he both? Because he carried the Imagine Breaker - the mysterious power and ability whose origin is as elusive as the shifting sands. Born from two normal parents and living a mundane life just like anyone else, one might think that there was nothing ordinary about him.

If only it were that simple.

If one were to describe him, one would hear many things about him.

A plague. A demon. A god of pestilence.

He was considered to be born of misfortune because so many "unlucky" coincidences tend to happen all around him for some mysterious reason. A car accident here, a random tree branch fell apart, a slippery road that one would fall to... Really, there are many tiny coincidences that could fit in one's hands. Financial problems. Health problems. Other problems seemed to come completely out of the blue with no amount of warning. Such was the unfortunate lot that surrounds the young man that only wanted to live a happy and simple life.

The children believed that just by having him around, others gained misfortune. Because they believed that, they would throw rocks at him just because they saw him. The adults didn't even stop it. When they saw his wounds, they wouldn't feel sorry—in fact, they ridiculed him. They would goad him on, asking why they hadn't suffered even worse wounds.

Let me tell you about his destiny.

At some point, he will eventually encounter another misfortune. It would be a painful awakening. A scar on the back that would remind him of the past. It would stay with him for as long as he can remember. Until he won't.

But...

Something happened...

There was an outsider that intervened and stayed the hand of fate...

But he was but one factor that was the finishing touch out of a culmination of many factors.

"Say Touma-san...would you like to get some ice cream to beat the heat?" the mother, Shiina Kamijou, asked the young boy with a simple tone. She had a happy, loving, and maternal smile that was grace upon her youthful face which impressed its image upon the young boy.

The young boy, Touma Kamijou, answered with an excited and anticipating smile. "Really mommy, can I?"

"Of course, Touma-san," Shiina confirmed.

The young boy's smile widened further, his aura expanding and generating a genuine form of happiness that was felt at this particular moment. No more misfortunes for now. A moment of joy to relieve the young boy, if only slightly temporary since the young boy instinctively knew that this may not last.

The young boy and his parents were walking further down the sidewalk. The young boy was bouncing around with the joy that ordinary children would have at this typical day and age. Until they passed by an ice cream vendor that was seen in the distance.

"Chocolate! Daddy, can I have chocolate?!" the young boy asked his father who was looking at him with a twinkling smile of humor.

The father, Touya Kamijou, said. "Ooh...chocolate huh, Touma. I think I'm going to have to get some as well! In fact, I might eat yours too though!" He even placed a left hand on his chin.

The young boy's eyes widened comically at that. "Nooooooooooooooo! I won't let you take my chocolate, Daddy! I'll destroy that illusion!"

Both parents would laugh at the remark.

And yet...the catchphrase that the young boy would utter from his innocent lips may signify an unknowing premonition of things to come. And the first sign would be the time when the trio would approach the vendor, with the father beginning to make his order with a courteous smile.

"We'll have two chocolates, and one strawberry for the lady here please," the father said, stating the order to the attendant.

However...the attendant looks at all of them with a wary face. The parents recognized the face immediately. It was one thing that they found wherever they go. They just knew within their heart what will happen next.

The attendant gave a disgusted expression towards their son. "Sorry, but I'm not going to risk dealing with "The Plague"...!" He said this as he begins to shut the metal door and drop down on their faces. Even when the parents knew what was coming, they couldn't keep their shocked expressions in check. Grimaced features were found on all of their faces. It would appear that their illusion was slowly about to be broken again. Their happy time would become a mere illusion that would just pass by.

There was only a stunned and complete silence that reigned for a while. The parents' expressions were more than enough to convey the situation.

"...Y-You know, Mommy, Daddy, I'm not really craving for ice cream today! Um...My-My tooth has been kinda hurting lately," the young boy made a cheerful smile even as he uttered an excuse just to dispel the uneasy silence.

But the parents didn't say anything and just smiled sadly at the young boy, not knowing what else to say. They felt terrible enough already. They might as well continue on what they were doing and have as much fun as they can.

And from somewhere afar...

There was someone watching them...

Afterward, the family simply walked on and on, eventually arriving at a nearby park. There were a few conversations, but otherwise, there was silence. And then one particular conversation followed...

Then, Shiina begins to ask her son. "A-Are you sure that you aren't hungry, Touma-san? We can just find another treat you know?"

The young boy simply shakes his head. "I'm fine, Mommy. I'm just happy that we can be walking and talking like this."

A moment of reassurance. A young boy of his age denies even the sweetness of his taste buds in order for his parents to be happy. The jadedness and regret of the future haven't settled into this child yet. The only thing that his parents did in response would be to embrace their young son completely in their arms. It was a love made real, between parents and their one and only child. And no one and nothing can get in the way of that.

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I Am The Doctor · Murray Gold

But then suddenly...

You!"

A very harsh voice of a man begins to echo throughout the area, causing the happy misfortunate family to look up from their embrace all the while attracting a few of the bystanders' attention.

"YOU! THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT YOU GODDAMN PLAGUE!"

The family and the bystanders that were watching this misfortunate random encounter had noted the form of a man a few feet away and he looked...well, not good, and that would be understating it. Bloodshot eyes, his hair unkempt, swept all over his face. He has a business suit on with his tie. His left hand was clenched into a fist, while his right hand was holding...a knife!

There were screams that followed from some.

"He's got a knife!" one of the bystanders commented.

The deranged man ran across the street at full sprint, wasting no amount of time in charging headfirst towards the loving misfortunate family while they were still in complete and utter shock along with the bystanders who were just standing there out of fear of either of them and the man with the dangerous weapon that was on his right hand, and the parents could do absolutely nothing in their state as the man was running as fast as lightning.

He was just about to pull the child's right arm towards him as it was written down in a certain script. For in this script, this boy was about to suffer the most dreadful and painful back pain that he would ever experience. It was one that he would eventually carry for the rest of his life as it is written in this script.

However, that script is now about to be completely derailed and rewritten. Hope would begin to make itself known as the disheveled man was suddenly knocked out from behind. Someone came from literally out of nowhere. Someone who just so happened to be there at the right or wrong time and place depending on a matter of perspective, using graceful and elegant skills of martial art prowess to deliver a precise blow for unconsciousness.

As this scene of hope begins to happen by chance, the reverberating shock of everyone in the surrounding area was simply made apparent, partly because of the epic display of prowess and skill that this stranger had just demonstrated with simple ease, partly because of the fact that no one from the parents, the boy, the disheveled man, and the bystanders, had ever taken notice of this stranger, for it was almost as if this stranger had suddenly appeared from literally out of nowhere, and partly because someone had taken the chance to actually save the misfortunate boy who was well renown and infamous to some among the bystanders as "The God of Pestilence" with no form of hesitation whatsoever. All were in wonder as to who this mysterious person is. One that took the chance to save someone who was only a curse that must be avoided by the plague.

The mysterious person who intervened seemed to be a foreign man, someone who appears to be Scottish in nationality, one with brown hair and sideburns, who wore a brown pinstriped suit, with a brown Duster-type overcoat, and Converse All Stars for footwear.

"Well that ought a do it, haven't done that in a while," said the man, sporting such a winning smile.

After a few seconds of the misfortunate turned hopeful incident, the parents immediately got out of their shock and went in haste towards the side of their son and ask him many random questions that were full of vehement concern for his well-being such as whether or not that he was alright or was he hurt in any part of his body. And then, the young boy would simply respond by shaking his head, telling both of his parents that he was alright, all the while never losing sight of the foreign man who had just jumped into the fray and saved him at the very last second.

A curious thought of the mind of this boy. It was one that had never really happened to him before considering all the events of his misfortunate life. All the while as he thinks of this profound situation, some bystander calls immediately for the police.

The mysterious man with the brown pinstriped suit began to check the knocked-out body of the businessman thoroughly for any signs of consciousness for a few moments, and after verifying that he was indeed knocked out cold and wouldn't be getting up for a long while, he begins to immediately turn around and went towards the young boy and his parents in order to check, see, and ask all in one order if they were alright in surprisingly perfect Japanese, with a foreign accent that accompanies with it, derailing the popular cliché of foreigners being bad in speaking simple Japanese.

"Are you all alright?"

It was only a simple question. All made in a tone of concern. That the parents took immediate notice as they cried in tears of gratitude, joy, and relief at this point as they were hugging their son so gently and tightly, constantly thinking about the fact that they almost couldn't let him go due to this misfortunate incident that was almost fatal, with possible death being felt and seen from their own naked eyes, were it not for the mysterious man that had swooped in and save him.

That never happened. No one wanted to help their son. No one wanted to be with their son. Always shunned. Always hated. Always ignored.

And yet this man didn't ignore such plight. This man could not stand idly by and watch as the moment of certainty would come upon the young boy who was their son. Only eyes of gratitude and relief were simply present.

Both Touya Kamijou and Shiina Kamijou were truly grateful and relieved from the bottom of their hearts. They look straight toward the mysterious man in question who had no qualms about saving their own son. As they stared at this mysterious man, they could somehow discern feelings of honest sympathy and empathy, coming in waves that would wash their burdened hearts, noticing his eyes that seemed so very old, almost a mismatch from the rest of the man's much younger physical appearance.

"Ye-Yes, we're alright," said Touya, almost stuttering in relief, standing up while not losing his hands on the shoulders of his son.

"Tha-Thank You... Thank you so much for saving our child," said Shiina, speaking in a grateful tone, embracing her son as gently and tightly as she could.

"Eh, it's no problem at all," the mysterious man only made a wave with his right hand in a casual manner as if it were no big deal. "I just simply happen to be passing by while enjoying and basking in the sights of this wonderful park when I just so happened to stumble upon some random unexpected situation that I and no one else was expecting and I thought that I might help out a bit. Well, that and besides, I have always had a thing with kids."

The mysterious man explained all of this with a friendly and casual, and then with a parental and serious tone at the very end, one that seemed so grave, one that came when the man had made mention of the term "kids" which made the parents have open eyes that are full of gratitude and understanding at their unknown savior, partly because of saving their only child that they loved from the bottom of their hearts from a fate that might have ended painfully for everyone involved most especially the child who might have suffered a dreadful back pain through the knife in some other life with the scandal that comes along with such an incident (timeline), and partly because the parents begin to simply understand by the very tone that the unknown savior had used, that he was a parent just like them and that he knew all too well how it feels for them to see their very own child in danger.

Meanwhile, as the mysterious man and the parents were talking, the child continues to stare at the unknown man who looks physically young at first appearance, but his deep brown eyes spoke of an entirely different story.

It spoke of a man who is ancient beyond years, who has seen and experienced so much that the child had thought that no one and nothing could possibly understand and had committed crimes that could silence existence and reality itself, and yet somehow, he feels as if he could trust this foreign unknown man who has to save him when no one else did. As if he were a beacon of hope wherever and whenever he goes.

Aside from his parents, and other certain family members, nobody had ever wanted to get close to him, whether they were children, teenagers, or adults, and many of them were either afraid, indifferent, outright hate him, or treat him with a certain form of spite.

But this man feels different somehow, not fitting in either of the categories that were mentioned, almost as if this man could understand what it was like to have a misfortunate existence that would continue to plague and haunt him all the while not letting it or allowing it to break him down as he always kept running fast while never stopping for one single second with the Promise of the Name that he carries within his very own heart(s?).

And while the young boy was deeply thinking these strange thoughts which made him confused and understand at the same time due to such inner complexities that surround a paradoxical nature, the man that he was pondering about brought him out of his deep pondering, making a conversation with him immediately after speaking to his parents, sporting a look of paternal concern from his brown (and ancient) eyes while crouching to his level and height, as the father and the mother were holding the boy as gently and as tightly as they could, looking at this certain conversation silently as it was taking place.

"Excuse me, are you alright?" the mysterious man asked.

The young boy simply blinked, not expecting to be talked to, and immediately answers with a nod. "Yes mister, I'm alright."

The mysterious man nodded in acceptance, smiling in seeming satisfaction, beginning to ask the boy a certain question that stemmed from curiosity. "Good, That's good; Now tell me, what is your name?"

The young boy answered. "Kamijou Touma."

At that moment, the mysterious man begins to widen his eyes a bit. Expressions of surprise, recognition, amusement, and concern occurred in seeming fashion the moment when the child said his very own name, looking back and forth towards him and his parents.

"Oh, really now. What a very odd name. "One who Purifies God and Slays Demons"," the mysterious man could only shake his head as if in an epiphany. "I swear, you Japanese and your unique combination of names always do happen to have a meaning behind everything in life. All in backward spelling at that for some other people. That and well, that little tidbit had reminded me a bit of my own name."

The mysterious man said with amusement and concern as the boy and his parents were simply blinking their eyes out, very curious about that statement that was made by this mysterious man. The boy would begin to take the initiative, asking the first part of the question which is as old as space and time itself out of mere simple curiosity that is as old as space and time itself as many countless asked this question before him, becoming an affectionate and irritant type of cliché as it were.

"Who are you?" the young boy asked.

Then the mysterious man said something that sounded both seemingly ridiculous and heartwarming in hindsight to all of them because of the strangeness and uniqueness of the answer.

For it was less of a name and more of a title of a professional whose role it was to care and save the lives of the sick and the elderly, for that was in the assumption of many people who are either learned or have just first met him and thought in the common sense of man. But there was one blunder amidst such hindsight. That a name and a title are different and yet all too true for those in the know, especially the ones who knew the origin of the name, with the Hippocratic Oath that entailed, and the promise that was forged in ages past.

"I'm the Doctor," the mysterious man answered in a solemn tone.

An answer that was so straightforward, honest, and firm, all of which had prompted the young boy, being both inspired and confused, to ask the second part of the question.

"Doctor Who?" the young boy asked.

Then the mysterious man with a genuine smile said in continuation. "Just the Doctor."

And so...

Destiny changes once again...

Not for the first time...

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OP Song:

Steins;Gate Opening Theme - Hacking to the Gate (Full Version)

Incarnation(s)/Regeneration(s) of the Doctor:

The Tenth Doctor - A: David Tennant

Main Companion Protagonists:

Touma Kamijou - VA: Atsushi Abe

New Characters:

Touya Kamijou - VA: Kenji Nomura

Shiina Kamijou - VA: Kikuko Inoue