This is my first time writing, so I appreciate suggestions and corrections for this story.
Fictions Mentioned: Doctor Who/Faction Paradox, A Certain Magical Index, Works of Ryukishi07
Episode 1 - Hope from the Stars
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Dies irae - Animation OST: Unus Mundus
Once, there was an ordinary boy. One with an unordinary right hand. A right hand whose origin is an unknown; a mystery unfathomable to many. What is only known about his right hand is that it has the power to negate the powers and abilities that wielded by those who belong to the ranks of a magician, esper, and other forms and methods of supernatural phenomena. It was one that he has yet to know and realize fully as it was yet to come to past in his future.
A power that can negate anything, even to the likes of the divine. A power that has such promise, such potential for both greatness and downfall. A power that would unfortunately become the source, if one of many, of what amounts to the concept of misfortune.
One random event. One coincidence that amounts to a couple of stones that could and would be thrown against him despite his one constant desire of never hurting anyone.
One random event. Happening in complete succession. Step by step. In every time and place. One way or another, anyone and anything around him would tend to share in the misfortune in whatever shape or form.
God of Pestilence. Plague. Demon.
Such monikers were as insulting as depressing in and of itself. Toxicity was his lot. Pain was his lot. Suffering was his lot.
There were only a few blessings that he would be received and given. His own two parents who loved them with all of their being, even in the most trying of times, when for one reason or another, they would undergo the undeserved harassments of the neighbors for every single day of their lives. And so would other neighborhoods follow in the footsteps of harassment that seem to come in such droves of mixed signals. Such were the lot that seemed bleak and depressing, for in the fullness of such darkness, all they ever really had was simply each other.
For in one instance, when the young boy only wanted to play with the other children in the simple playground, he was unfortunately shunned due to reasons that stem from either out of fear or because of the other children's parents who would forbade them for even interacting with him, never mind to play and have fun with him. It was all because of either reputation of hearsay, gossips and rumors that have yet to be confirmed, or through their own personal witness as they see the dominoes fall. Financial problems. Health problems. Other problems that seemed to come completely out of the blue with no amount of warning. Such was the unfortunate lot that surrounds the young boy that only wanted to live a happy and simple life.
In another instance, when someone who had a deeply subtle grudge against the boy, blaming him for ruining his career, drew graffiti outside of the family house while no one was there at the time. The graffiti would contain words such as "DIE, GOD OF PESTILENCE!" or "FUCK YOU, PLAGUE!" and other such foul, painful, and terrible words of implication that which could or should not be uttered even by children before their pre-teens.
In another instance, a random tree branch would crash down on a random street which would cause an automobile accident that would wound the passengers inside. The result of which let to some of the passengers requiring immediate medical attention due to critical conditions.
In another instance, pieces of hardware and equipment from the mall would suddenly go completely haywire for no reason.
Many more still followed. Many more that were unmentioned. Many that occurred only in passing.
But even after all of that, the young boy remained unharmed at the very least, safe for the very moment, because no one had no just cause or even good reason to harm him physically.
Yet.
But one day, everything had begun to change. Whether for better or worse is all a matter of simple perspectives.
For the past, present, and future is about to change forever. Nothing could truly overturn this. The moment of a hopeful encounter. One that would allow the young boy to meet a mysterious strange who would forever make an impact upon his own life. One mysterious stranger who would show him the stars.
Location:
Multiverse Cluster: Kamachi Verse
Universe: Toaru Prime Verse
In a certain suburban neighborhood, somewhere in the many cities and towns in the nation of Japan, the infamous land of the rising sun, many people from all walks of life were walking through the sidewalks of this neighborhood simply going about their business and daily affairs. The whole place was buzzing and teeming with life. The viewpoint centered on three people though.
A woman, a man, and a little boy walking between them were walking from one side of the street. The little boy who was walking with both hands held by the two adults beside him. A key characteristic of the boy was his unnatural spiky-black hair. The boy walked with what could only be his parents, with a bright smile on his face despite the misfortunate life that he had experience for every moment that was given unto him, as he was happily conversing with his beloved mother and father, as they walked throughout the sidewalk with smiles that were present on their faces. One would think that misfortune was simply absent at this time of the day.
"Say Touma-san...would you like to get some ice cream to beat the heat?"
The mother asks the boy in a simple tone, with a happy and loving smile that graced her youthful face.
"Really mommy, can I?"
"Of course, Touma-san."
The boy's smile widens even further, his aura generating the happiness that he was feeling for this particular moment. The loving and happy family continued walking down the busy sidewalks as various types of automobiles would simply pass by on the roads continuously, making their way to a certain ice cream vendor that was seen in the distance.
"Chocolate! Daddy, Can I have chocolate?!"
The boy addressed his father.
"Ooh...chocolate huh, Touma. I think I'm going to have to get some as well! I might eat yours though too!"
The boy's eyes widened comically at that.
"No! I won't let you take my chocolate dad! I'll destroy that illusion!"
"Hmmm."
The young boy would raise his right fist towards the air in comical fashion while his parents, Kamijou Shiina and Kamijou Touya, laugh wholeheartedly at their son's bouts of energetic excitement as they were ultimately thankful at the very least that their son can still feel happiness despite the unfairness that his misfortunate life had treated him and their own family.
The trio would approach the vendor, with Touya beginning to make his order.
"We'll have two chocolates, and one strawberry for the lady here please."
The father says this to the attendant in a simple polite tone. However, the attendant looks at all of them warily, recognizing them immediately on sight, then he lands his eyes at the boy in question, and gives them a disgusted expression that was on his face.
"Sorry, but I'm not going to risk dealing with 'The Plague'...!"
And with that, he shuts the metal drop-down on their faces. The parents looked shocked at this form of hostility, slight grimaces adorning their faces, not surprised in the slightest that this would happen at the least and was wondering on how long until such misfortune catches up with them once again and ruin their happy family bonding. Yes, such was unsurprising to the point of having grown accustomed to it, likened to that of an old enemy that would never leave them alone for as long as they lived.
The family simply stood there in stunned and complete silence, the parent's expressions were not so very happy and that was a mere understatement. But then...
"Y-you know, Mommy, Daddy, I'm not really craving for ice cream today! My-my tooth has been kinda hurting lately."
The little young lad, known as Touma Kamijou, said this as quickly, all in a tone of concern and reassurance, all in order to give a little ease and comfort, snapping his parents out of their stupor and deep reflection. They looked at their son who was giving them a strained smile of uncertainty, a smile that would try as best as it could to remain hidden and not to be a burden to anyone else. The parents were completely hurt from the inside just by seeing that. The fact that he was doing it again for the nth time pained them greatly, sharply, and thoroughly.
Both Touya Kamijou and Shiina Kamijou knew exactly why the attendant had refused to deal with them. And that was because of their son. And his misfortune.
They looked at the strained smile that their son was giving them, to reassure them that he didn't really want any ice cream when he clearly and truly did. The father made an angry expression as a result of this, born from such unfairness in the present moment that seems to head towards a future that seemed written in stone.
"These damn people!" He thought.
After this misfortunate incident and circumstance, they were just walking down once again on the sidewalks of the suburban neighborhood somewhere in the many cities of Japan after the vendor incident, when the vendor himself shunned the child because in his eyes, he was just trouble incarnate and that he would ruin his business if he as much as even interact with him.
While walking slowly in silence, they eventually went towards a nearby park, the mother and father were still distraught and saddened because they were always reminded constantly of the many misfortunate years of the unnecessary and unfair suffering of their son who was their shining light and joy in the darkness which was constantly surrounding them, and with it, the suffering that followed because of the circumstances beyond anyone's control.
Then his mother began to asked him in a sad voice.
"A-are you sure Touma, we can just find another treat you know."
"I'm fine Mommy. I'm just happy we can be walking and talking like this. This is more than I can ever ask for...the right to just be with you guys for as long as I can."
Touma Kamijou begins to let out these words from his own mouth, words that seemed completely out of place for someone his age. With such misfortunate circumstances that was dealt with them, he only became much wiser and understanding in all his misfortunate years. The parents could only look at their son with a mixture of expressions that range from sorrow and pride.
Not being able to take it anymore, they immediately embrace their son and cried softly while Touma who looked surprised for a few moments begins to simply smile happily, hugging them in turn. The happy and misfortunate family stayed like that for a bit, not wanting to let go of the warm feeling in their hearts. The love that the parents had felt for their son was real and that no one and nothing would get in the way of that.
But...
Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end.
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I Am The Doctor · Murray Gold
"You!"
A harsh voice of a man echoed throughout the streets of the simple beautiful park, 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 GOD DAMN 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 unkept, 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!
"(Screams!)."
"He's got a knife!"
The man ran across the street at full sprint, wasting no amount of time in charging headlong towards the loving misfortunate family while they were still in complete and utter surprise and shock along with the bystanders who were just standing there due to 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 scripts, 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 took 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 took 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 Starsfor 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 from their shock and went in haste towards the side of their son and ask him many random questions that was full of vehement concern for his well-being such as on 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 jump 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 happen 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 unknown foreign man with the brown pinstriped suit began to check the knocked out body of the business man 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. One 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 on 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 swoop in and save him.
That never happen. 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 towards the mysterious man in question who had no qualms in 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 washed 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 from while not losing his hands from 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 unknown 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 foreign unknown man and the parents were talking, the child continues to stare at the unknown man who looks physically young in first appearance, but his 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 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 if 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 boy was thinking of all these strange thoughts which made him confused and understand at the same time due to such inner complexities, 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 ancient brown 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 boy simply blinked, not expecting to be talked too, and immediately answers with a nod.
"Yes Mr., I'm alright."
The 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 boy answered.
"Kamijou Touma."
The man begins to widen his eyes. 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 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 backwards spelling at that for some other people. That and well, that little tidbit had reminded me a bit of my own name."
The 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 others have asked this question before him, becoming an affectionate and irritant type of cliché as it were.
"Who are you?"
Then the man had 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 name and more of a title of a professional who's 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 their 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. For the name that he spoke to them has been written into the heart of the Medusa Cascade itself, having the infamous reputation of driving back gods, monsters, and demons throughout the Known and Unknown Multiverse.
"I'm The Doctor."
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?"
Then the man with a genuine smile said in continuation.
"Just The Doctor."
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Dies irae 『Gregorio』
Meanwhile, somewhere in the distance was a long, steel-blue haired woman in black and white Gothic Lolita clothing, simply observing and pondering on this very surprising and unexpected incident that has now taken place, now feeling the ripple effects of such an incident that would fit with her rank and stature among the gods themselves.
"How strange," she thought to herself. "This was not supposed to happen originally. And the fact that he is here, now of all times, immediately begs the question in and of itself."
Truth be told, she was simply strolling around and enjoying a moment of respite to herself after her well earned break in the politics of the upper levels of the cosmos, simply passing by as she suddenly came upon this very important event in this universe's timeline. She was simply bored out of her mind, thinking to herself that she needed to unwind a bit, have a bit of fun and entertainment as it were. That and her interest was pique to say the least. And whenever her interest was peaked, she would stop at nothing to pursue whatever had peak her interests.
She, like many of a certain few, had heard of the infamous sufferings of the young boy who would one day be known as the Imagine Breaker, having heard from either hearsays or through the reviewing of the scripts that befits her role as a critic of stories, taking note of the immediate similarities between him and her other more pure self who had suffered in a far too similar fate, back when she was simply known by another name before taking the name of that she is well know for today. One who was the culmination of all negative emotions and memories eventually coalesced into being.
She came here to witness first hand with her very own eyes on what would now about to transpire. An event that would bring about his legend that would be known from every moment forward.
A young boy who was destined to stumble from one problem ad infinitum. A young boy who was destined to be an inspiration to many. A young boy who was part of the overall plan of a man who hides behind his windowless building, hidden from the very eyes of the world, making certain plans and commencing them with subtlety and tact, simply giving the necessary push and let the puppet do the rest just as it was foretold and planned out.
Such intrigue would bring her here, filled with moments of deep pondering. Such potential for amusement, growth, and familiarity. For alas, ever since the passing of the Last Great Time War, a conflict that raged for an eternity, the scripts of many countless stories were either of the following. Edited. Deleted. Crumpled. Shredded. This was the common lot of stories in general, no matter what type of genre. This script was no exception.
Expectations. Opinions. All of which could be completely shattered in the blink of an eye. One that was likened to that of a pane of glass.
The script has changed. A Certain Magical Index - [REDACTED]. Changed completely to the point of becoming a blank slate. The swirling moments would begin to be felt. Effects that seemed subtle and yet was making such a profound impact upon the Known and Unknown Multiverse.
There was no doubt in her mind that many of her fellow equals in rank would notice as well. She had no doubt that this simple news would spread like wildfire. The meddling of a Lord of Time would be taken completely into account. Nevertheless, this seem likened to a perfect opportunity that was given unto her in particular, feeling thankful for her old friend and comrade for giving her this profound opportunity.
She could feel it. The miracle occurring and spreading. One that was reaching out in salvation for others. A different type of miracle very much unlike her own and yet would also form a compliment to a being such as her. One that would touch her own cold heart that was forever brunt by the traumas of the unknown past.
A miracle has occurred and spread, one that was less than zero. An impossible event has happened in full. Wonders untold, mysteries unfolded, histories changing in the blink and flash of an eye. A complexity of hidden paths begin to be put forward to the test.
Unfolded are the routes made bare. Accessed the inaccessible. Diverge are the possibilities. A new moment of intrigue had come for all.
The woman would begin to recall of such a new moment of intrigue before. One that she had privilege of seeing as a spectator of honor.
Dies Irae (Day of Wrath).
"Come, gather and bear witness to my opera, now in the making. Its script is the height of cliché, I am forced to admit. And yet… Its actors are of the finest fold; beyond exquisite. Thus, I believe you will find it enthralling."
"Quite enthralling indeed, Lord Suigin," she thought with a smile.
It would appear that the Lord of Time had now become part of another grand script. Only this time, this script was now forged by his very own hand.
She wonders with a smile. Perhaps the boy would see such potential grow and surpass to new heights of length, width, height, and depth. Perhaps the boy would be the one that she had the passing thought of looking into. A perfect fit and candidate for her other self.
Yes. Such was destiny being forged anew as she begins to feel the reverberating bond between the young boy and her other self that had now been connected like the red string of fate.
"We're led to believe that no matter how fiercely we struggle and resist, we cannot change the result on the die that are cast. That is the definition of 'fate'."
"Humans are wretched creatures, who walk into the future while staring back into the past! That's why they fail to notice even the most obvious pitfalls, and plummet headfirst into them like comical fools!"
Two moments of recall would pass by the mind of the woman. The former was during the time of her other self, explaining to a couple of refined young ladies of a prestige school on the definition of fate from her perspective. The latter was during a certain conversation between the woman herself and her fellow witch, Lord Battler Ushiromiya.
For the former, fate happens whenever one gives up. For the latter, fate happens whenever you try to move on without letting go of the past. Both sides of the same coin would provide some form of description of fate based on memories and experiences. Both of which retain equal amount of validity in the face of such perspectives upon the audience of interest. Agreements and disagreements. Such is the lot of those who ponder such refined moments of philosophy.
Perhaps this boy would provide a third option to this little endeavor. A third option that could provide an answer to her deep pondering. A third option that would prove to become a spanner in the works and become the unpredictable player.
For this boy would begin to embody both fate and determination, never accepting the outcome and forever strive forward, learning instead of letting go of the past which would amass an experience of wisdom and foresight, always taking into account both the old and the new. No answer is the same as the last just as no mystery is the same as the last. This boy seemed to spot certain threads from a mile a way. A gift which was imparted upon him from the moment of his conception. No doubt that it had honed due to such misfortune.
A common ground was now fully established between the boy, herself, and her other self.
"Yes," she thought with pleasure, approval, and impossible feelings as she gazes upon the young boy from afar, all the while as the breeze begins to wave her long steel-blue hair, clothing, and the nearby tree that she was standing beside, relishing in the simple shade. "He would do just fine."
The Witch of the Fragments, who has lived for a thousand years.
It is said she lives in a world where the concepts of fate and possibilities can be visualized. She observes the fate of humans and sometimes interferes.
In other words, sometimes she is you, and sometimes she is your only friend. ...Understand?
She likes wine and spicy foods.
She hates boredom and people who never learn.
Lady Frederica Bernkastel. The Witch of Miracles.
Her interest was piqued. Her cold heart of boredom slowly turning warmer as the winds of time change. For both "Miracle" and "Certainty" are about to be defied by one who considers himself to be no one special.
No, the woman would shake her head in subtlety. That would never do at all. That young boy needs to be given the proper training and growth he deserves. What better way to make things more interesting in a world where good, evil, and everything in-between that would need the good old fashion lesson of the right hand. For the fate and destiny of the boy are now nothing more than just a blank slate that has yet to be painted over by a multitude of colors. The boy would now be free to decide upon his own future and fate. And with that comes the interesting part of the unknown. One that reinvigorates and revives the spirit of the woman, dispelling any immediate sense of boredom.
For as of this moment, history is about to rewritten in spades. Another fine young man to add his mark towards history itself. The same fine young man who could be the picture perfect match for her other self.
"The Imagine Point." said the woman, mulling over the words, smirking in anticipation and amusement, softly laughing in a pleasure of refinement as hidden impossible feelings blossom forth from her cold heart. "Fu fu fu. How interesting this will truly be."
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OP Song:
Aoi Kaze No HOPE [HISTORY OF TRUNKS ENDING]
Characters:
The Tenth Doctor - A: David Tennant
Lady Frederica Bernkastel - VA: Yukari Tamura
Touma Kamijou (young) - VA: Abe Atsushi
Touya Kamijou - VA: Nomura Kenji
Shiina Kamijou - VA: Inoue Kikuko
Timeline:
Doctor Who/Faction Paradox:
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
OC Terms:
* Kamachi Verse - refers to the multiverse cluster were the events and works of Kazuma Kamachi take place.
* Toaru Verse - refers to the specific universe were the events of A Certain Magical Index, etc... take place.
Note 1:
This interconnected is also available on SpaceBattles:
Doctor Who: The Anime: Series 1 (Multi-Cross)
Note 2:
Stories that I will be using in my story.
For Doctor Who/Faction Paradox - TV, EU, Charity Anthology, etc.
For All Japanese Franchises - all official stories and materials.
For Every Fictional Franchise in Every Country - all official stories and materials.
To get an idea of my interconnected stories.
Basically it's like a long running anime season or seasons which are not just limited to the standard 12 or 24 episodes but it may have a 100 episode count or more, if I can get there.
It basically revolves around the plot of the Doctor (any incarnation/regeneration/face) crossing over with the various fictional franchises of the past, present, and future, although this is by no means the only plot of the interconnected stories.
All canon is allowed in any franchise, whether if it was TV, EU, or even charity anthologies and fanfiction.
I am using All Canon for Doctor Who/Faction Paradox in my story (TV, EU, Charity Anthology (such as Times Champion, Seasons of War, etc.) etc.) and All Canon towards All Japanese Franchises and All Canon for other Fictional Franchises whether if it was TV or EU or etc. (ex. Star Trek, Star Wars, The Xeelee Sequence, The Manifold Trilogy, etc.).
Don't expect the stories/episodes to be in order considering time travel is involved.
Note 3:
These are The Main Anime Companions of The Doctor in my story.
1.) Touma Kamijou/The Imagine Breaker (A Certain Magical Index) - VA: Atsushi Abe
2.) Shinichi Kudo/Conan Edogawa (Case Closed/Magic Kaito) - VA: Kappei Yamaguchi/Minami Takiyama
3.) Kyon (The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya) - VA: Tomokazu Sugita
4.) Sota Mizushino (Re:Creators) - VA: Daiki Yamashita
5.) Lelouch Lamperouge/Lelouch vi Britannia/Zero (Code Geass) - VA: Jun Fukuyama
NOTE: All of these companions know each other due to The Doctor and are childhood best friends in my story despite being from separate universes.
I chose Touma Kamijou as the first one of all especially since The Doctor was involved in the events of Touma's life since his childhood (This episode along with the following episode explains that) and will be involved heavily in the major and minor events of his world (A Certain Magical Index and It's Spin-Offs) and his fellow companions (mentioned above) from other universes would also lend a helping hand every now and then from time to time.
To put it truthfully on why I chose Touma Kamijou as one of the companions; These are my reasons for it:
Touma's Entire Life completely and utterly sucks in Canon which everyone who has knowledge of the series can attest to such as the fact that Touma rarely has a break from saving people while having to deal with things such as memory problems, school problems, harem shenanigans, etc..., especially with regards to how the various crisis events happen in so short amount of time according to the canon timeline anyway, especially with regards to what he has experienced in The Infinite Hells which were designed by The Magic God Othinus, with the one purpose of trying to break him, along with the hidden trauma to boot while always managing to keep a hidden smile which is shown to everyone and no one really knows about how much he has suffered and how many times he has saved the world and the universe so many times and that without him things would have been a lot worst which is a lot similar to The Doctor now that I think about it. Plus I see the Imagine Breaker like a magnet that attracts trouble and danger wherever and whenever he goes with a multitude of reasons to boot.
It has come to my attention that Touma and The Doctor are far too similar when it comes to their Life of Misfortune.
The difference between them though is that The Doctor is much more older and much more experienced in this life far longer than Touma has even with The Infinite Hells of Toaru.
And don't even get me started on all the many various problems of Academy City and its moral and ethical problems along with its use of Dark Side Organizations and many of them that are employed there are just children and teenagers by real world standards plus the secret shadow war between The Magic Side and The Science Side with innocent civilians getting caught in the crossfire plus the various and diverse Xanatos Gambits and Chessmatches between Chairman Aleister Crowley and Archbishop Laura Stuart/ Coronzon plus the unknown supernatural creatures that lurked in the shadows of the stories background that never appears again such as the vampires which The Doctor (who has encountered many types of vampires and various supernatural creatures before and has dealt with them in Canon) and The Time Lords who have fought against giant star sized vampires back in The Dark Times and are one of their most dangerous ancient enemies (Great Vampires/Yssgaroth).
So I wanted to make Touma's Life a little better while also preparing him for the canon events to come in his universe with the necessary and useful lessons of survival skills along with the moral and scientific lessons to boot, but he and The Doctor won't necessarily be alone in these events as various characters from various and diverse Fictional Verses would be there one way or another to lend a helping hand such as for example Lady Washu Hakubi from Tenchi Muyo!
By the way, there is A Certain Girl from A Certain Series (When They Cry) that I ship with Touma in this story as his girlfriend/understander/love interest due to the events of Higurashi When They Cry (The Endless June)
Rika Furude - VA: Yukari Tamura
The Girlfriend/Understander/Love Interest of Touma Kamijou/The Imagine Breaker
I would like to ask you of your opinions on it while making the romance between them believable due to the similarities of their sufferings from The Infinite Hell Time Loops of their own series like Infinite Hells (Touma) and Endless June (Rika) while not making the romance cringe worthy or like something similar to Twilight.
NOTE: Touma and Rika are both the same age when they first met.
Rika herself along with The Club from Higurashi When They Cry are also involved in this story and will be major characters:
1.) Rena Ryugu - VA: Mai Nakahara
2.) Hanyuu - VA: Yui Horie
3.) Satoshi Hojo - VA: Yu Kobayashi
4.) Satoko Hojo - VA: Mika Kanai
5.) Mion Shinozaki - VA: Satsuki Yukino
6.) Shion Sonozaki - VA: Satsuki Yukino
7.) Keiichi Maebara - VA: Sōichirō Hoshi
Love Interests of The Other Companions:
1.) Shiho Miyano/Ai Haibara - VA: Megumi Hayashibara
The Heisei Irene Adler
The Girlfriend/Partner/Love Interest of Shinichi Kudo/Conan Edogawa
2.) Haruhi Suzumiya - VA: Aya Hirano
The Girlfriend/Partner/Love Interest of Kyon
3.) Yuna (Setsuna) Shimazaki - VA: Ayaka Ohashi
The Girlfriend/Partner/Love Interest of Sota Mizushino
4.) Shirley Fenette - VA: Fumiko Orikasa
The Girlfriend/Partner/Love Interest of Lelouch Lamperouge/Lelouch vi Britannia/Zero
Note 4:
Your all probably wondering on why am I starting a story such as this which seems downright ambitious and somewhat arrogant for some but I feel that this is needed to be done. You see, I've been having all these ideas ever since I first fell in love with Doctor Who and anime genre in general which of course SpaceBattles being one of the reasons was one of the many factors that contributed to the still growing love I have especially for these two. I feel as if there is a lack for a better term, stories or fanfictions that delve into the unlimited story potential that could be provided from both Doctor Who and Anime in general that I feel is sorely needed, especially for today with the young and the adult in a world that is burdened by sadness and needs to be given hope for a better tomorrow through simple acts of kindness. There are so many ideas in this potential that I feel that need to write this down since no one has really attempted this before.
The Twelfth Doctor Quote:
"Every story ever told really happened. Stories…are where memories go when they're forgotten."
I accept anything with gratefulness and humility whether constructive criticism, opinions, corrections and others in relation to this story that I can write for the benefit and the service of many in this trying of times.
Thank You.
From The Philippines.