When Time Runs Out: It Starts Again

by GamingFox

Summary:

Just when Aoba thought he could just give up, a voice he hasn't heard in a long time gives him just enough strength to escape his imprisonment. After his escape, he runs into someone who had never stopped looking for him. Now with people who vow to protect him, Aoba struggles to repair himself and catch up with what he missed the past five years. But his healing is slow, and new people threaten his healing process as they search for him.

Notes:

So here's the start of a story I've been thinking about for awhile now. The chapters are not going to be as long as what I usually write, but the same amount of quality will be present however, they will definitely be much longer than the prologue. This is kind of a weird combination, but I believe it'll work rather well together! So please enjoy the story!

Chapter 1: Prologue

It wasn’t like I never wondered how things would end at Platinum Jail; how my life would change without Toue’s control over Midorijima. It was one of the main thoughts that ran through my mind as soon as I found out I had scrap. When I found out that Toue planned to brainwash all of Midorijima, and then the rest of the world outside our tiny island. The events that did happen though, exceeded all my expectations.

I never thought I would find my best friend Koujaku running from a dark past. I never realized Noiz was just a loveable brat incapable of feeling or understand pain. I never thought I would come to rely on a robot that was originally supposed to work for Toue. And I definitely never imagined that I would befriend an ex-con, and despite the…happenings between us, I never thought I would end up trying everything I could to save him from himself.

In the Oval Tower I found out I had a twin brother by the name of Sei. In that cursed tower Ren became human with Sei’s help. And in that tower I was betrayed by two that I called friends. And now…now my life is a perpetual darkness that hangs over me. My body, my mind…they no longer belong to me. My life consisted of endless torture and torment. A miasma of pain and desire to cease living hung over my mind in a haze that I couldn’t see through.

Now time meant nothing, my body meant nothing. I had become nothing.

And I hated it…