[Fanfic] Remember [Chapter 1]
Title: Remember [Chapter 1]
Rating: T)
Fandom: Eyeshield 21/Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicle (Crossover)
Disclaimers: I do not own any of the characters used here. They belong to their respective owners, namely Riichiro Inagaki and Yuusuke Murata for Eyeshield 21 and CLAMP for Tsubasa/CCS.
Summary: Anezaki Mamori wakes up to realize that she has been thrown into a different world with no memory of who she is or was. With the help of a familiar blonde demon and a mysterious woman, she goes on a journey to discover the truth behind this predicament and regain what she had lost. AU. Crossover. HiruMamo.
Notes: OMG is this seriously happening... Am I really writing this? Hahaha! I really wanted to push this idea away and work on it, say... next year. But something inspired me to work on it now. I'll explain more at the end of this chapter. Just read the premiere of this fic, first. Enjoy!
~*~
It’s cold here… and dark. Very dark.
She raises her left hand up and smiles at the silver ring wrapped around her fourth finger. A voice calls to her from behind. “So…”
She doesn’t look back. But she knows he’s right there, grinning. “So…” she replies, unable to hide the smile on her face.
There doesn’t seem to be any escape here. Maybe it’s better this way. To be stuck here like this…
“I see you really like that,” he says to her.
“I like it,” she says, “because of what it means.” She feels his arms wrap around her waist from behind, and his head gently leaning against her right shoulder.
“And do you know that meaning?” he asks her, his warm breath tickling her ear.
She closes her eyes, sinking in the sensation that was welling within her. “Yes…” she whispers. “We’ll always be…”
The sensation dies. She’s alone. She’s had this dream many times. It always ends there. And she would always forget it straight away… Not this time.
This time, the feelings and the memory of that dream lingers. Here, in this darkness, where she seemed to have lost everything, she could now recall a memory she had longed for so long.
And felt it slipping away. She protested, like a child having her toy taken away, and tried hard to hold on to that feeling, to that one moment that assured her she had something…
But it was all gone. The memory, the feelings, the sensations, it was all gone. And she settled back into letting the darkness overwhelm her.
There is nothing here. There is nothing to look forward to anymore. It all means nothing now.
It all means nothing…
…
BANG!
She stirred. Her eyes flew open, but she still couldn’t see anything. Was that her imagination? What was that sound? Will the sound disappear and will this memory be taken away again?
BANG!
There it is again! But her body couldn’t move, and she still couldn’t see anything.
“Hey, you!”
Me? She thought to herself. Is someone calling me?
“How long do you intend to be fucking stuck in there?”
Stuck? I’m… stuck?
BANG!
Light suddenly filled her eyes. She closed them instantly, reeling from the shock. And then blinked so that she could finally see what was going on.
A boy, tall and lanky, stood before her. Probably 17 or 18. He had bleached blonde hair, elf-like ears with piercings, and he donned a maniacal grin. Is he grinning at me? “Finally found you…” he said, and she noticed his grin changed to a smile for just a brief moment. But she was confused. Find me...? But… who am I?
Who is this boy?
“How long do you want to keep being in there?”
“Eh…?” she heard herself say. The sensation of actually saying something shocked her a little. How long had she not spoken? Had she only been dreaming this whole time? She tried to move, but realized she still couldn’t do so. So she looked down… and gasped.
Her whole body was covered in a thick, black substance that spilled out on the ground around her. She wanted to scream, but her throat felt dry.
“Stay still…” she heard the boy say. She blinked and turned to the boy again, and noticed he was pointing a gun right at her.
“Wait…” she said, but her voice was hoarse. She was terrified. She wasn’t sure what’s going on. Why was she surrounded by this black slime? Why was a boy pointing a gun at her?
Why was she even here to begin with?
She heard a click and saw the boy aim straight at her, and she felt the urge to cry. This can’t be happening… this really can’t be happening. Just as she was about to close her eyes, wanting to shut out the madness before her, she noticed his eyes. His green eyes looking straight at her own with so much intensity that she couldn’t stop looking back.
BANG!
She yelped, expecting some form of pain. But she felt nothing, and as she looked at her body, she found that her left hand was now free from the black substance. “You haven’t answered me yet…” he said, grinning at her. “Don’t you want to get out?”
She opened her mouth to answer… but she hesitated. The black substance felt as though it was drawing as much energy out of her as possible, lulling her to close her eyes and ignore the sight before her. Forget everything… it all means nothing.
She took a deep breath, filling her lungs with air she had never breathed before. It temporarily gave her enough strength to think. Everything felt muddled in her mind, as everything was blank. But she remembered the feeling of having lost everything… and how she didn’t want that anymore.
Surely, she had something worth remembering.
“Help me…” she murmured, looking straight into those green eyes.
His grin grew. He aimed his gun back at her and began to shoot at her left arm, until it was completely free. But the black substance was crawling back unto her skin, threatening to consume her once more. She cried out, pulling her left hand free and reaching out towards the boy…
He grabbed her left hand with both of his hands and began to pull. The substance adamantly held on to her, and as he pulled, she felt all sorts of strange sensations fill her. She could hear someone shouting, calling… screaming… voices filled her head. She could sense a lot of fear, anger… sadness. But with each pull, they began to fade.
Half of her body was free now. Her right hand reached to grab his hands as she, too, tried to pull herself away from the black substance. Slowly, and with a lot of effort, she felt herself slipping free. Then without warning the tight hold on her eased launching her forward and on top of the boy.
Her body felt incredibly weak, but she could still feel. She felt the arms of the boy wrapped protectively around her. It felt warm… and secure. “It’s coming,” he suddenly whispered urgently. He sat up and sat her gently on the ground. Then he stood up, this time holding two guns, one in each hand, aiming at the black substance that was now spreading and threatening to consume them both.
With each shot he took, the black slime moved back, but it would not retreat. Instead, long black arms appeared, reaching out to the boy, trying to grab him. He dodged, and as she watched, realized he was trying to draw the creature’s attention to himself and away from her.
She tried to stand on her feet, but her legs felt shaky. She looked at her surroundings. There was nothing there. No buildings, no walls - Just an endless vast of lights that changed colours and gave off illusions of shapes.
Almost like a dream.
CRASH!
Her head quickly turned to look for the boy and gasped as she saw the creature managed to grab his leg. One of his guns had fallen out of reach, but he still had the other gun, so he shot the arm and managed to get free. But to her horror, she saw the creature grow as though all his resistance was making it even angrier.
I’ve got to do something… she thought to herself. I’ve got to help…
She looked around her, hoping to find a weapon, but there was really nothing to be found. Urgh, this is useless! She looked at the boy and panicked at the idea of him being stuck the way she was earlier. Lost, with no hope… I can’t let that happen… I can’t…
Someone… help me…
“You wish to fight back?”
She blinked and looked around her. Then she saw a silhouette, fading in and out of the background. She got up on shaky feet and walked towards the silhouette. A hand winking in and out of existence stretched toward her, prompting her to do the same. And so she did, with her palm out flat as though expecting something. “This is your dream,” the silhouette said. “Thus you must be the one to end this.”
And before she could understand the meaning of those words, a sword fell unto her outstretched hand. She fell unto her knees at the sensation, grabbing the hilt of the sword with both hands. She looked up searching for the silhouette, but it had disappeared. Suddenly, she heard a cry and saw that the creature had now grabbed both of the boy’s legs.
She got up, hands gripped tightly around the sword. She wasn’t sure what prompted her to do so, or what gave her the knowledge to do it, but she rushed forward with the sword at her side. The creature was obviously distracted by the boy that it didn’t notice her behind it. She jumped to where she believed the center of the creature was, and stabbed it with the edge of the sword.
There was a loud, agonizing scream that did not sound human. A strong force sent her flying back, rolling, and knocking the sword out of her hands in the process. In less than a second, she was on her back, completely drained… but she felt sure that it was over.
For now.
She tried to get up, but seemed to have lost all control over her body. She couldn’t even keep her eyes open. Was she falling again? Back into that place?
She heard footsteps and heavy breathing. It must be the boy… She blinked as she tried to focus on his face now blurring before her, and wanted to say something, anything. Is he hurt? What just happened? Why was this happening? But she couldn’t get herself to. Instead, something else was filling her mind. Something like a memory… assuring her.
She felt the boy lift half of her body and draw her close to him. “Your name…” he whispered urgently. “Do you remember your name?”
She couldn’t keep her eyes open now. They felt as though they were sealed shut. She was slipping back into darkness, but this time, she wasn’t afraid. She could still feel the warmth of his arms. Everything will be all right now. “Mamori…” she whispered, before she finally succumbed. “Anezaki Mamori.”
~*~
Extra Notes: Don't worry, guys. The first chapter IS meant to go by fast and raise questions. They'll get solved eventually. Also, TL;DR below to how this fic came to be. Feel free to skip and let me know what you think so far!
I know it doesn't seem obvious as this is predominantly an ES21 fic, but this IS a crossover to one of my favourite CLAMP mangas, "Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicle". I'll reveal later on who will appear (that person appeared in this first chapter for a moment), but if you know me, I think you'll know who it is. If you've never read Tsubasa before, no worries. You can treat the characters as original characters (though remember, they're not! I don't own them!), I'll explain their roles well enough for them to stand on their own.
I've been playing with this idea for months now, not long after finishing "The Wicked". I had the beginning and the end planned out, but I was really iffy over what goes on in between. That's when the other elements came into play, mainly Tsubasa. Also, did you notice Mamori and Hiruma's weapons? They were inspired by this amazing art from daftken. The idea of the two of them being that badass left such an impression on me, that I envision them looking like this whenever they fight (though in my head, their clothes aren't as cool for some reason).
As time went on, I worked on what went in between but wasn't too happy with it. It's a freaking AU fic! You can already sense the OOC moments coming. But the idea wouldn't leave me. And then I got the final push to work on this upon hearing a new song that captured the essence of this fic, and I listened to it repeatedly as I planned and wrote the first chapter. It's My Chemical Romance's new song called "The Only Hope For Me Is You" (listen to it here!). Yeah, it's pretty much the theme song for this fic, and as I continue to write the upcoming chapters, you might see why.
I might be a little slow updating this, as I still have other fics to work on... AND I'm planning to join NaNoWriMo this year (yes, I'm so killing myself). But I think I'll finish this somehow cause it's not as long as "The Wicked". And with enough support, I'll definitely see this through. So I hope you enjoyed this (feel free to ask me any questions bugging you about this fic) and do look out for the next chapter! ^^
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2
Rating: T)
Fandom: Eyeshield 21/Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicle (Crossover)
Disclaimers: I do not own any of the characters used here. They belong to their respective owners, namely Riichiro Inagaki and Yuusuke Murata for Eyeshield 21 and CLAMP for Tsubasa/CCS.
Summary: Anezaki Mamori wakes up to realize that she has been thrown into a different world with no memory of who she is or was. With the help of a familiar blonde demon and a mysterious woman, she goes on a journey to discover the truth behind this predicament and regain what she had lost. AU. Crossover. HiruMamo.
Notes: OMG is this seriously happening... Am I really writing this? Hahaha! I really wanted to push this idea away and work on it, say... next year. But something inspired me to work on it now. I'll explain more at the end of this chapter. Just read the premiere of this fic, first. Enjoy!
~*~
It’s cold here… and dark. Very dark.
She raises her left hand up and smiles at the silver ring wrapped around her fourth finger. A voice calls to her from behind. “So…”
She doesn’t look back. But she knows he’s right there, grinning. “So…” she replies, unable to hide the smile on her face.
There doesn’t seem to be any escape here. Maybe it’s better this way. To be stuck here like this…
“I see you really like that,” he says to her.
“I like it,” she says, “because of what it means.” She feels his arms wrap around her waist from behind, and his head gently leaning against her right shoulder.
“And do you know that meaning?” he asks her, his warm breath tickling her ear.
She closes her eyes, sinking in the sensation that was welling within her. “Yes…” she whispers. “We’ll always be…”
The sensation dies. She’s alone. She’s had this dream many times. It always ends there. And she would always forget it straight away… Not this time.
This time, the feelings and the memory of that dream lingers. Here, in this darkness, where she seemed to have lost everything, she could now recall a memory she had longed for so long.
And felt it slipping away. She protested, like a child having her toy taken away, and tried hard to hold on to that feeling, to that one moment that assured her she had something…
But it was all gone. The memory, the feelings, the sensations, it was all gone. And she settled back into letting the darkness overwhelm her.
There is nothing here. There is nothing to look forward to anymore. It all means nothing now.
It all means nothing…
…
BANG!
She stirred. Her eyes flew open, but she still couldn’t see anything. Was that her imagination? What was that sound? Will the sound disappear and will this memory be taken away again?
BANG!
There it is again! But her body couldn’t move, and she still couldn’t see anything.
“Hey, you!”
Me? She thought to herself. Is someone calling me?
“How long do you intend to be fucking stuck in there?”
Stuck? I’m… stuck?
BANG!
Light suddenly filled her eyes. She closed them instantly, reeling from the shock. And then blinked so that she could finally see what was going on.
A boy, tall and lanky, stood before her. Probably 17 or 18. He had bleached blonde hair, elf-like ears with piercings, and he donned a maniacal grin. Is he grinning at me? “Finally found you…” he said, and she noticed his grin changed to a smile for just a brief moment. But she was confused. Find me...? But… who am I?
Who is this boy?
“How long do you want to keep being in there?”
“Eh…?” she heard herself say. The sensation of actually saying something shocked her a little. How long had she not spoken? Had she only been dreaming this whole time? She tried to move, but realized she still couldn’t do so. So she looked down… and gasped.
Her whole body was covered in a thick, black substance that spilled out on the ground around her. She wanted to scream, but her throat felt dry.
“Stay still…” she heard the boy say. She blinked and turned to the boy again, and noticed he was pointing a gun right at her.
“Wait…” she said, but her voice was hoarse. She was terrified. She wasn’t sure what’s going on. Why was she surrounded by this black slime? Why was a boy pointing a gun at her?
Why was she even here to begin with?
She heard a click and saw the boy aim straight at her, and she felt the urge to cry. This can’t be happening… this really can’t be happening. Just as she was about to close her eyes, wanting to shut out the madness before her, she noticed his eyes. His green eyes looking straight at her own with so much intensity that she couldn’t stop looking back.
BANG!
She yelped, expecting some form of pain. But she felt nothing, and as she looked at her body, she found that her left hand was now free from the black substance. “You haven’t answered me yet…” he said, grinning at her. “Don’t you want to get out?”
She opened her mouth to answer… but she hesitated. The black substance felt as though it was drawing as much energy out of her as possible, lulling her to close her eyes and ignore the sight before her. Forget everything… it all means nothing.
She took a deep breath, filling her lungs with air she had never breathed before. It temporarily gave her enough strength to think. Everything felt muddled in her mind, as everything was blank. But she remembered the feeling of having lost everything… and how she didn’t want that anymore.
Surely, she had something worth remembering.
“Help me…” she murmured, looking straight into those green eyes.
His grin grew. He aimed his gun back at her and began to shoot at her left arm, until it was completely free. But the black substance was crawling back unto her skin, threatening to consume her once more. She cried out, pulling her left hand free and reaching out towards the boy…
He grabbed her left hand with both of his hands and began to pull. The substance adamantly held on to her, and as he pulled, she felt all sorts of strange sensations fill her. She could hear someone shouting, calling… screaming… voices filled her head. She could sense a lot of fear, anger… sadness. But with each pull, they began to fade.
Half of her body was free now. Her right hand reached to grab his hands as she, too, tried to pull herself away from the black substance. Slowly, and with a lot of effort, she felt herself slipping free. Then without warning the tight hold on her eased launching her forward and on top of the boy.
Her body felt incredibly weak, but she could still feel. She felt the arms of the boy wrapped protectively around her. It felt warm… and secure. “It’s coming,” he suddenly whispered urgently. He sat up and sat her gently on the ground. Then he stood up, this time holding two guns, one in each hand, aiming at the black substance that was now spreading and threatening to consume them both.
With each shot he took, the black slime moved back, but it would not retreat. Instead, long black arms appeared, reaching out to the boy, trying to grab him. He dodged, and as she watched, realized he was trying to draw the creature’s attention to himself and away from her.
She tried to stand on her feet, but her legs felt shaky. She looked at her surroundings. There was nothing there. No buildings, no walls - Just an endless vast of lights that changed colours and gave off illusions of shapes.
Almost like a dream.
CRASH!
Her head quickly turned to look for the boy and gasped as she saw the creature managed to grab his leg. One of his guns had fallen out of reach, but he still had the other gun, so he shot the arm and managed to get free. But to her horror, she saw the creature grow as though all his resistance was making it even angrier.
I’ve got to do something… she thought to herself. I’ve got to help…
She looked around her, hoping to find a weapon, but there was really nothing to be found. Urgh, this is useless! She looked at the boy and panicked at the idea of him being stuck the way she was earlier. Lost, with no hope… I can’t let that happen… I can’t…
Someone… help me…
“You wish to fight back?”
She blinked and looked around her. Then she saw a silhouette, fading in and out of the background. She got up on shaky feet and walked towards the silhouette. A hand winking in and out of existence stretched toward her, prompting her to do the same. And so she did, with her palm out flat as though expecting something. “This is your dream,” the silhouette said. “Thus you must be the one to end this.”
And before she could understand the meaning of those words, a sword fell unto her outstretched hand. She fell unto her knees at the sensation, grabbing the hilt of the sword with both hands. She looked up searching for the silhouette, but it had disappeared. Suddenly, she heard a cry and saw that the creature had now grabbed both of the boy’s legs.
She got up, hands gripped tightly around the sword. She wasn’t sure what prompted her to do so, or what gave her the knowledge to do it, but she rushed forward with the sword at her side. The creature was obviously distracted by the boy that it didn’t notice her behind it. She jumped to where she believed the center of the creature was, and stabbed it with the edge of the sword.
There was a loud, agonizing scream that did not sound human. A strong force sent her flying back, rolling, and knocking the sword out of her hands in the process. In less than a second, she was on her back, completely drained… but she felt sure that it was over.
For now.
She tried to get up, but seemed to have lost all control over her body. She couldn’t even keep her eyes open. Was she falling again? Back into that place?
She heard footsteps and heavy breathing. It must be the boy… She blinked as she tried to focus on his face now blurring before her, and wanted to say something, anything. Is he hurt? What just happened? Why was this happening? But she couldn’t get herself to. Instead, something else was filling her mind. Something like a memory… assuring her.
She felt the boy lift half of her body and draw her close to him. “Your name…” he whispered urgently. “Do you remember your name?”
She couldn’t keep her eyes open now. They felt as though they were sealed shut. She was slipping back into darkness, but this time, she wasn’t afraid. She could still feel the warmth of his arms. Everything will be all right now. “Mamori…” she whispered, before she finally succumbed. “Anezaki Mamori.”
~*~
Extra Notes: Don't worry, guys. The first chapter IS meant to go by fast and raise questions. They'll get solved eventually. Also, TL;DR below to how this fic came to be. Feel free to skip and let me know what you think so far!
I know it doesn't seem obvious as this is predominantly an ES21 fic, but this IS a crossover to one of my favourite CLAMP mangas, "Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicle". I'll reveal later on who will appear (that person appeared in this first chapter for a moment), but if you know me, I think you'll know who it is. If you've never read Tsubasa before, no worries. You can treat the characters as original characters (though remember, they're not! I don't own them!), I'll explain their roles well enough for them to stand on their own.
I've been playing with this idea for months now, not long after finishing "The Wicked". I had the beginning and the end planned out, but I was really iffy over what goes on in between. That's when the other elements came into play, mainly Tsubasa. Also, did you notice Mamori and Hiruma's weapons? They were inspired by this amazing art from daftken. The idea of the two of them being that badass left such an impression on me, that I envision them looking like this whenever they fight (though in my head, their clothes aren't as cool for some reason).
As time went on, I worked on what went in between but wasn't too happy with it. It's a freaking AU fic! You can already sense the OOC moments coming. But the idea wouldn't leave me. And then I got the final push to work on this upon hearing a new song that captured the essence of this fic, and I listened to it repeatedly as I planned and wrote the first chapter. It's My Chemical Romance's new song called "The Only Hope For Me Is You" (listen to it here!). Yeah, it's pretty much the theme song for this fic, and as I continue to write the upcoming chapters, you might see why.
I might be a little slow updating this, as I still have other fics to work on... AND I'm planning to join NaNoWriMo this year (yes, I'm so killing myself). But I think I'll finish this somehow cause it's not as long as "The Wicked". And with enough support, I'll definitely see this through. So I hope you enjoyed this (feel free to ask me any questions bugging you about this fic) and do look out for the next chapter! ^^
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