Hey, even though it really has been a while, we haven't stopped reading fanfiction. So, this is a little something me(strong) and cousin(kind) do to pass the holidays.
Disclaimer: We do not own any Franchise. We just love being imaginative.
Chapter – 1
"It's cold."
A young man at what seems to be 5ft 11inch blinked his eyes open to a world blanketed in white. Snow swirled furiously around him, forming a relentless storm that obscured everything beyond a few feet. Panic bubbled in his chest; he couldn't remember how he'd ended up in this desolate, frozen region. His clothes were ragged and ill-suited for the biting cold, and as he tried to push himself up, he felt an odd weight shift behind him.
He turned to find nine fluffy orange tails fanned out around him, each swaying slightly as they caught the wind. The warmth they provided was a small comfort against the harsh chill, but it wasn't enough. What was happening? Why did he have fox ears and tails? His mind was a jumbled mess, memories slipping through his fingers like grains of sand.
As he stood, he was struck by the oddity of his own body He reached back and felt the soft fur, a stark contrast to the sharp chill around him. "What is going on?" he muttered, his voice barely rising above the wind's roar.
His heart raced with confusion. He couldn't remember how he ended up here, or even where "here" was. No memories of friends or enemies, no sense of purpose — just a haunting emptiness. Yet, deep within him, an ember of determination glowed. He couldn't give in to despair, not yet.
Drawing upon the instinctual connection he felt with his tails, he wrapped them around himself, creating a cocoon of warmth. The comforting weight bolstered his resolve. "Okay, think," he whispered, his breath visible in the frigid air. He had survived tough battles before; he would find a way to survive this, too.
"What is wrong with this place?"
"Snow there! Snow here! Snow everything! Dammit!"
He kept screaming, shouting to show his frustration but to no avail no one would hear him. He was all alone in this snow-covered land.
!*
With a shaky exhale, he took his first step into the storm, snow crunching underfoot. Each step felt like a small victory, but the cold pressed against him like a physical force, gnawing at his spirit. As he trudged forward, shadows darted at the edges of his vision. Small, glimmering creatures made of ice flitted about, their crystalline wings sparkling like shards of glass. They screeched as they approached, a menacing sound that sent shivers down his spine.
Instinct took over. He flicked his tails outwards, unleashing a powerful blow as if they were coming from a whip's lash. The icy creatures shrieked, their forms dissolving under the force. He watched as they scattered, their shimmering bodies melting into the storm. "Not today!" he shouted, feeling the rush of victory momentarily push aside his worries.
"!"
"Another one? Geez… how is it even flying in this desolate place."
"Achoo!"
He continued onward, encountering more of the ethereal attackers, each one destroyed in the wake of his powerful tails. Each battle, while exhilarating, left him more drained. The blizzard showed no signs of abating, and fatigue began to gnaw at him. Still, the instinct to survive drove him forward.
'Hey, wake up! Keep moving forward!'
'They're coming! Where are the reinforcements!'
'Hey! Get out! This thing isn't meant for two!'
'What do you mean it's your ninja way? What is even a ninja?'
'You idiot!'
The voice in his head kept coming but he didn't let it bother him because he didn't recognize any of them. His survival now was more important.
"Seriously, this is no joke…"
His tone now loses its vigor, and his vision blurs as he continues forward. It's all he could do now, moving forward.
"Am I going out like this?"
The situation was so grim and having no clue where he was. The young man had thoughts of giving up despite still having some energy left. The snow wasn't stopping any time soon and his body was losing heat every second. Even though he could move a little longer, his mind was slowly him down little by little.
!?*
Another small creature flew to him again and once more he squashed it but this time, he lost his balance and slipped.
"…" As he slowly fell without any resistance from part.
"I guess, I'll just lay down now."
"No!"
Fighting against the storm, he pressed on, using his tails to shield himself from the snow, their soft texture a welcome barrier against the icy winds. Yet, with each step, hopelessness gnawed at him, threatening to consume his spirit. He didn't have a destination, a memory, or a clue about why he was here.
Then, through the swirling white, he spotted something—a figure crumpled against the snow, clad in white and blue winter military garb. Cautiously, he approached, heart racing with a mixture of dread and intrigue. The man was unconscious, a bottle of liquor clutched tightly in his gloved hand. The stench of alcohol wafted into the air, mingling with the cold.
"Hey! Hey!" He called, shaking the man's shoulder. "Wake up!"
There was no response. The man was out cold, and he could feel the cold beginning to seep into his bones as he stood in the relentless storm. With no time to waste, he hefted the man over his shoulder, the weight surprisingly heavy, but he managed. He trudged through the snow, the blizzard howling around them like a wild beast.
"If he's come from somewhere then there must be someplace nearby that isn't this stupid weather. Or at least a shelter."
After what felt like hours, he spotted a structure in the distance—an old brick house, the walls cracked and crumbling, overgrown with snow and ice. It looked abandoned, but it was better than the relentless storm outside. With a final surge of strength, he pushed open the door, which creaked ominously as he stepped inside, dragging the unconscious man with him.
"…"
Even though they were out of the actual snowstorm, the structure was still barely protecting them with the few destroyed walls and roofs.
"Gotta make a fire."
He held onto two twigs he found inside the run-down place and tried rubbing them with incredible speed but it was all of nothing. The woods in this area too were all frozen so even melting them would not help.
"What am I doing? There's no dry wood!"
He sat back down in front of the now damp woods he gathered while staring at his hand.
"If only I could magically make fire appear."
"!"
And upon his words, fire suddenly appeared out of thin air and on his very palm.
"…"
"….."
He stares at his hand with a deadpan expression, before actually lighting up the gathered woods.
"*cough*" With a calm demeanor, the young man clears his throat and clenches his supposed magical hand.
"If only I could magically have food appear!"
"…"
"….."
Unfortunately, the idea of something magically appearing out of nowhere isn't the case here.
"Still…" Looking at the ember listlessly on his palm, the young man smiled for once.
"It's pretty cool I can make fire like this. Hehe."
The fire blazed to life, casting a warm orange light that chased away the chill. Though the man he found hadn't woke up, the young man could tell he was all right. Thus, the time slowly went away as they rested for a good amount.
…..
!*
"…"
!"
"Cool…"
It was morning already but with the snowstorm still as intense as ever the young man couldn't tell as he played with the ability, he just realized he had.
The fire flickers on and off as he will it. It grew strong and big before it dwindled as his thoughts manipulated its size and strength.
growl*
"Ugh… so hungry. I think this is edible…"
He pulled out something out from a frozen pouch he found walking around. There was a lot of stuff buried in the snow-covered desolate area and thinking that a pouch would be handy, the young man picked it up and found some frozen unspoiled creatures inside.
A blue-white color snail but it was frozen and for some reason did not give any smell. Just to be sure he licked it a few times despite how dumb it was, fortunately it was fine to eat.
"…"
"Okay, it's not half bad but I don't think I can do that again."
thud*
Lying back down he stared at the broken but still-standing roof of the deserted house, he and his unknown stranger were currently using.
"Delicious, warm, comforting bowl of noodles with a rich, flavourful broth, topped with juicy pork slices and a perfectly cooked egg…"
"…"
"Wait, what am I even talking about?"
Wiping off the droll he suddenly had after mentioning some food he can't even remember. The young man felt a little frustrated since he couldn't remember but things kept coming to him.
growl*
"Dammit! I want RAMEN!"
A tick mark appeared on his head and he quickly shouted out in a fit of anger once again mentioning something he wasn't familiar with.
"*sigh*"
He didn't know his name or where he came from, he just woke up a few days ago and started trying to survive this hellish place while eating unsavoury things and munching on tree bark, it was a miracle he survived this long without water.
"..."
"Wait a minute."
Something was different, the young man stood up and looked outside the shelter they had taken.
"It stops…"
"…"
The snowstorm had stopped. Even though the temperature was still as cold as ever, the storm that caused him so much trouble finally stopped.
As he ran up toward the cliff and looked toward what he could see from the view.
"That's it."
He saw a heavily and highly constructed enormous civilization, it was a place where people lived and he was ecstatic at his now good luck. Finally, the young man couldn't help but grin at the end of his shivering cold experience.
"Finally! I can get real food!"
thud*
Out of nowhere, he felt a shocking feeling all over his body as if electricity was running through his muscles causing him to fall flat on the snow-covered ground.
"A-Ah…" He tried to look up at the one who.
!*
A second jolt came up to him and this finally knocked him unconscious as his already drained stamina and hunger were already too much.
"Ack! Just stay down."
It was the same man the young man had saved earlier. He was still holding on to the bottle of liquor that was now frozen. With a massive headache, the man grumbles and drags the young man toward a mansion not too far from their location. Just below the edge, they were staying.
Outside of the perception of everything around, a dark spot that couldn't possibly be a part of any of the natural surroundings as if it just added itself in that very space focused its attention on the two.
"…"
From the other side of said dark spot, nothing was there and yet everything was fine. Everything was there but nothing was right.
Here time twisted like smoke and reality pulsed with an ancient rhythm, an omnipotent entity observed the unfolding of events in a distant world. It had taken the form of an innocent child, a small girl with flowing white hair that shimmered like starlight, her ethereal eyes swirling with colors that defied description. Dark bubbles surrounded her, each one a window into the myriad lives unfolding in the universe.
A hand gesture its twinkling around one of the numerous dark bubbles showing it what was happening.
"…"
Words appeared in front of the bubble and it wasn't something just anyone could read.
The tip of the finger then scribbled into the floating words, and upon understanding what was changed.
'The fate of the icy world has yet to see the impending hope that shall arise from afar and change with necessary sacrifices.'
'The fate of the icy world shall be influenced by the one who brought smiles who shall walk the path of elation and shall entertain us.'
The being who re-wrote the plot was smiling. It has stared back at me; thus, I shall move back away from such an avatar of an entity.
Even though a change in history can lead to catastrophes. In this case, the events of such consequences will never play out as it was watching and none shall stop it.
And thus, all laws ben-!?
click*
And done….
