What is the name of the story in question, and where can it be found. Anything involving characters turning into dragons is a must read for me.It's actually pretty good.
The MC turns into a dragon partway into the story. Can't complain about that
Anime Adjacent (90's anime megacross!)
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Mizuki_Stone made a pretty big story called 'Tethered' over on Questionable Questing in the NSFW section, so no link. Looking at it right now, it's sitting at 630k.
Like I said, I enjoyed it. Mizuki's a talented author.
Escaflowne meets all of the requirements of Mecha, 90's, and dimensional shenanigans. Therefor not breaking Japan.
The only problem is, the plot is pretty much all over there, so you could include it, but uhhh, who'd notice?
Oh god! Alternate Anime Universes potential regulated by the TSAB of the Magical Girl lyrical Nanoha universe? Put on your shenanigans hats boys and girls, it's now officially the anime version of DC or worse. Marvel. Honestly, it's like seeing a mirror. DC regulated by the Source Wall and other entities, while Anime… well being a part of the Xianxia genre. Enough said. I don't think any other culture has experimented and pushed as far as anime. Might as well be a core world directly belonging to Chaos. Just enough Order to keep it going for a long time.
Everyone's favorite incarnation of Overkill doesn't quite qualify for our crossover party, she didn't hit the screen till 2004.
Thanks for the directions Author-San!!!
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13/7/1993
Despite the excitement of the day, Areru's evening was decidedly quiet. Normal. His two halves were each doing the same things they usually did.
One part of him was sitting at a desk, next to the phone, his homework in front of him as he worked at it between taking orders for either groceries or sweets. The other part, when he wasn't making deliveries, was sitting in the sitting room at the kotatsu and slowly writing out the instructions for what was one of the most foundational pieces of magic that he knew.
Using a fountain pen and an inkwell was actually a new learning experience for him. It wasn't easy, and Areru wasn't good enough to add in any artistic flair just yet.
But it was... nice. It was a low-stress project that didn't need to be done right quick and in a hurry, so he could take his time. In fact, it wasn't something that he -needed- to do at all.
It was something he was doing because he wanted to.
Reis was dozing at the side of the Areru working on writing out a book, her head actually on his lap. And Ryoko was playing one of the games that he'd bought for her. Final Fantasy Four.
The game was familiar to Areru, but he didn't actually know why. But, familiar or not, watching as Ryoko struggled to figure out where to go was, somehow... frustrating.
She was at a point in the game where she'd gotten some kind of space whale ship so she could take her characters to the moon. There were a couple of caves, a face-shaped rock, and...
"Weird," Areru said as Ryoko tried to land her ship on the game's map, near the crystal palace, just to be rejected over and over again. "Did you know there's a crystal palace on our own moon?"
Ryoko's fingers froze on the controller as she turned and looked at him, clearly surprised.
'No,' she signed at him as she put the controller down. 'I did not know that.'
"Yeah, hang on a second," the Areru doing his homework told the woman as he got up to head upstairs. He came down a few moments later, a stack of pictures in his hands. He began to lay them out on the kotatsu for Ryoko to see.
The woman picked up the stack and began to look through them, one by one. She started with the shattered remains of what the palace looked like from the outside, then to the interior where Areru had been making repairs, then more and more before stopping at a picture of a painting with two women in it.
One was a teenage girl with long, blond hair while the other was an older, slightly more mature woman with her hair done in an identical style but in the color of silver.
"Don't know if it was a whole kingdom thing going on up there," Areru admitted to the woman as she set the pictures aside. "Or it was some kind of religious outpost or monastery kind of thing. There's technology up there, crystal tech, because it's always crystals, and I haven't had any luck in figuring out how to use any of it."
Ryoko made a sign with her hands that was less a word and more a visual representation that she was listening before she spread the photos out over the tabletop. Areru didn't miss the way the woman focused on the picture of the mother and daughter duo...
It was another question he'd asked, a long time back.
'Do you have any parents?'
And Ryoko had said 'I don't know'.
With what Ryoko had said, with what Areru had seen of her actual, undying body...
He'd been thinking, lately, that Ryoko might be some kind of construct. Something that had been made, forged with a purpose who had, like the legends of the original Golem, grown beyond what she'd been made to do.
It was hard to get any confirmation, though. Ryoko's past was a topic that the woman would rarely talk about.
Ryoko knocked on the table quickly, getting Areru's attention, and then asked him a question.
'The spirit from earlier,' she began, her fingers twisting and her arms waving as she articulated her point. 'Would you have done the same thing to me?'
"Do you mean torment you, tie you up and then send you off to the afterlife?" Areru asked. He waited for the woman to nod her spiky head of hair before pursing his lips for a moment in thought. "Would you kill me for the mistake of crossing your path?"
'Not willingly,' Ryoko said before shaking her head and almost comically waving her hands.
Which added another point for the Construct idea. Or at least half a point.
People that had never been forced to do something against their will? Don't usually consider it a possibility. While the victims of such manipulations, Areru knew, would have to live with the fear of such a thing happening again.
"And that's why I wouldn't treat you like that spirit, Ryoko," Areru explained as he reached over the table to start picking up the pictures one by one. "That spirit, I never learned her name and I'll probably never figure it out, wasn't 'forced' to kill people. She held on to that grudge, that hatred, and she lashed out at total strangers. If she'd been a spirit of vengeance? If she'd killed her own killers before moving on? I wouldn't entirely agree but I've killed people, Ryoko. I understand being forced to take Justice into your own hands."
Areru hadn't killed anyone in this life, a trend he hoped would continue, but...
Some people... chose to be monsters.
If he thought about it. If he lingered on it... He could still see a little cabin hidden in the woods, in the dead of winter. He could still smell the pain and sweat and Violation that had happened within...
"But that spirit's continued existence was just one long, extended temper tantrum," Areru continued, his voice getting softer. "You were also hurt, Ryoko. You were killed, your own body sealed away and your lingering existence... able to see the world, but not able to interact with it? Not able to touch anything, your voice always falling on deaf ears?"
Areru reached over and gently grabbed one of Ryoko's hands, wrapping her smaller hand in his own.
"You could be angry. You should be angry," Areru admitted, his eyes burning as Ryoko looked down, her chest shuddering as tears dripped from her face. "But things are better. Things can -be- better. You just have to be willing to make it so."
Ryoko pulled her hand away from Areru and wrapped herself in a hug, her arms clutching to her own sides tightly.
The Areru who'd been working on the book picked Reis up and draped the sleepy dragon over his shoulder before grabbing the end of the table and pulling it away-
Whilst the Areru who'd been talking with Ryoko, his form expanded, more than doubling in size as he returned to his true self. The dragon gently, carefully pulled Ryoko against his chest and closed his eyes.
Like this, he could feel every tremor that went through her astral form. Like this, he could feel her tears land upon his scales before they faded away.
Areru, whose true shape was great and monstrous...
And Ryoko, whose history was likely more so...
It made his heart hurt.
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In his home, much later that night, Katsuhito sat at his table in deep thought long after Naru and Hanabi had gone to bed.
He hadn't told them of what occurred. He had no idea how to do so, truly. The events seemed to have been utterly surreal, even hours later.
The old man calmly sipped at his tea, a number of books and scrolls open on his table before him.
'What are you?' the Death Goddess had asked, her eyes wide and frightened when she'd looked upon Ginji Areru.
She had not known. They were not omniscient, Yosho knew that quite well enough, but...
What could Areru possibly be?
What could he be, so alien and foreign, that the Shinigami had looked upon him in fear?
Katsuhito did not know, and his books offered him no answers.
There were too many questions about the boy, beloved by the spirits. And that...
That made the prince incredibly uneasy.
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13/7/1993
Despite the excitement of the day, Areru's evening was decidedly quiet. Normal. His two halves were each doing the same things they usually did.
One part of him was sitting at a desk, next to the phone, his homework in front of him as he worked at it between taking orders for either groceries or sweets. The other part, when he wasn't making deliveries, was sitting in the sitting room at the kotatsu and slowly writing out the instructions for what was one of the most foundational pieces of magic that he knew.
Using a fountain pen and an inkwell was actually a new learning experience for him. It wasn't easy, and Areru wasn't good enough to add in any artistic flair just yet.
But it was... nice. It was a low-stress project that didn't need to be done right quick and in a hurry, so he could take his time. In fact, it wasn't something that he -needed- to do at all.
It was something he was doing because he wanted to.
Reis was dozing at the side of the Areru working on writing out a book, her head actually on his lap. And Ryoko was playing one of the games that he'd bought for her. Final Fantasy Four.
The game was familiar to Areru, but he didn't actually know why. But, familiar or not, watching as Ryoko struggled to figure out where to go was, somehow... frustrating.
She was at a point in the game where she'd gotten some kind of space whale ship so she could take her characters to the moon. There were a couple of caves, a face-shaped rock, and...
"Weird," Areru said as Ryoko tried to land her ship on the game's map, near the crystal palace, just to be rejected over and over again. "Did you know there's a crystal palace on our own moon?"
Ryoko's fingers froze on the controller as she turned and looked at him, clearly surprised.
'No,' she signed at him as she put the controller down. 'I did not know that.'
"Yeah, hang on a second," the Areru doing his homework told the woman as he got up to head upstairs. He came down a few moments later, a stack of pictures in his hands. He began to lay them out on the kotatsu for Ryoko to see.
The woman picked up the stack and began to look through them, one by one. She started with the shattered remains of what the palace looked like from the outside, then to the interior where Areru had been making repairs, then more and more before stopping at a picture of a painting with two women in it.
One was a teenage girl with long, blond hair while the other was an older, slightly more mature woman with her hair done in an identical style but in the color of silver.
"Don't know if it was a whole kingdom thing going on up there," Areru admitted to the woman as she set the pictures aside. "Or it was some kind of religious outpost or monastery kind of thing. There's technology up there, crystal tech, because it's always crystals, and I haven't had any luck in figuring out how to use any of it."
Ryoko made a sign with her hands that was less a word and more a visual representation that she was listening before she spread the photos out over the tabletop. Areru didn't miss the way the woman focused on the picture of the mother and daughter duo...
It was another question he'd asked, a long time back.
'Do you have any parents?'
And Ryoko had said 'I don't know'.
With what Ryoko had said, with what Areru had seen of her actual, undying body...
He'd been thinking, lately, that Ryoko might be some kind of construct. Something that had been made, forged with a purpose who had, like the legends of the original Golem, grown beyond what she'd been made to do.
It was hard to get any confirmation, though. Ryoko's past was a topic that the woman would rarely talk about.
Ryoko knocked on the table quickly, getting Areru's attention, and then asked him a question.
'The spirit from earlier,' she began, her fingers twisting and her arms waving as she articulated her point. 'Would you have done the same thing to me?'
"Do you mean torment you, tie you up and then send you off to the afterlife?" Areru asked. He waited for the woman to nod her spiky head of hair before pursing his lips for a moment in thought. "Would you kill me for the mistake of crossing your path?"
'Not willingly,' Ryoko said before shaking her head and almost comically waving her hands.
Which added another point for the Construct idea. Or at least half a point.
People that had never been forced to do something against their will? Don't usually consider it a possibility. While the victims of such manipulations, Areru knew, would have to live with the fear of such a thing happening again.
"And that's why I wouldn't treat you like that spirit, Ryoko," Areru explained as he reached over the table to start picking up the pictures one by one. "That spirit, I never learned her name and I'll probably never figure it out, wasn't 'forced' to kill people. She held on to that grudge, that hatred, and she lashed out at total strangers. If she'd been a spirit of vengeance? If she'd killed her own killers before moving on? I wouldn't entirely agree but I've killed people, Ryoko. I understand being forced to take Justice into your own hands."
Areru hadn't killed anyone in this life, a trend he hoped would continue, but...
Some people... chose to be monsters.
If he thought about it. If he lingered on it... He could still see a little cabin hidden in the woods, in the dead of winter. He could still smell the pain and sweat and Violation that had happened within...
"But that spirit's continued existence was just one long, extended temper tantrum," Areru continued, his voice getting softer. "You were also hurt, Ryoko. You were killed, your own body sealed away and your lingering existence... able to see the world, but not able to interact with it? Not able to touch anything, your voice always falling on deaf ears?"
Areru reached over and gently grabbed one of Ryoko's hands, wrapping her smaller hand in his own.
"You could be angry. You should be angry," Areru admitted, his eyes burning as Ryoko looked down, her chest shuddering as tears dripped from her face. "But things are better. Things can -be- better. You just have to be willing to make it so."
Ryoko pulled her hand away from Areru and wrapped herself in a hug, her arms clutching to her own sides tightly.
The Areru who'd been working on the book picked Reis up and draped the sleepy dragon over his shoulder before grabbing the end of the table and pulling it away-
Whilst the Areru who'd been talking with Ryoko, his form expanded, more than doubling in size as he returned to his true self. The dragon gently, carefully pulled Ryoko against his chest and closed his eyes.
Like this, he could feel every tremor that went through her astral form. Like this, he could feel her tears land upon his scales before they faded away.
Areru, whose true shape was great and monstrous...
And Ryoko, whose history was likely more so...
It made his heart hurt.
-----
In his home, much later that night, Katsuhito sat at his table in deep thought long after Naru and Hanabi had gone to bed.
He hadn't told them of what occurred. He had no idea how to do so, truly. The events seemed to have been utterly surreal, even hours later.
The old man calmly sipped at his tea, a number of books and scrolls open on his table before him.
'What are you?' the Death Goddess had asked, her eyes wide and frightened when she'd looked upon Ginji Areru.
She had not known. They were not omniscient, Yosho knew that quite well enough, but...
What could Areru possibly be?
What could he be, so alien and foreign, that the Shinigami had looked upon him in fear?
Katsuhito did not know, and his books offered him no answers.
There were too many questions about the boy, beloved by the spirits. And that...
That made the prince incredibly uneasy.
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Missing an "n".
Ooooo, plot hook.
It's really nice to see healing scenes like this in story.
Also love the constant juxtaposition between Areru just living life and people that don't know him wondering what great and terrible things he will bring about
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Ghost in a wall
Just a bit spooky
I have to admit, I'm somewhat amused by the random thought of Areru telling some terrified deity "I'M BATMAN" in response to the 'who/what are you!?' comment. It makes me chuckle, just a bit- even though I doubt he'd actually do it... maybe on Halloween while in costume? Mind, Halloween didn't really start getting traction in Japan until the 1990's, so he's in the era for it!
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At this rate, Yosho and Areru aren't going to get any answers out of each other until Yosho finds out Ryoko is healed. I mean, that's been apparent for a while, they're really just avoiding asking each other questions.
Oh... this is Mama Mather's cabin from Worm, isn't it. Everything about that situation was just wretched.
Could also be a vision from Sadako. In one version she was taken to a cabin in the woods and thrown in the well after being violated
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And I'm pretty sure this is the first time she's heard that he knows this about her
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Probably something she'll realize when she thinks back on it. She's a little distracted at the moment.
On the bright side, she'll probably get that he knows more than he's said so far and he doesn't blame her for what was done to her or for what she was forced to do, so she'll likely open up to get it out of the way.
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Omake: Life and Death
"Mew. Hello baby God of the Death." The pink floating kitten was in a way complete adorable yet in another complete terrifying.
A Goddess, one of Life, one not of this universe yet one extremely powerful, so strong in fact that what he was seeing was just a fragment of her, reality itself probably not being able to endure her full power, at leasr not outside the Spirit Realm.
Koenma just... couldn't see how powerful she really was.
But this mere fragment? It could probably easily defeat his father.
"Hello kitten Life Goddess not of this universe." Even so there was formalities to keep.
The pink floating feline giggled. "Say I heard you got a naughty grudge spirit recently, one who got to operate freely for decades. Wasn't that humiliating Mew? Even Gods of vengeance do not like grudge spirits that just hurt the innocent."
Oh great, she was mocking him and due to the power difference there was nothing he could do but excuses.
"Yes... that grudge spirit was well hidden yet even minor Youkai knew about it... it really should have reported and dealt with long ago."
"Well... you do have terrible luck with your Spirit Detectives to be fair but even so this was bad Mew. One became crazy due to despair and decided to basically exterminate humanity, another turned to be the descendant of one of the most powerful demons around. Oh and there is that one that actually got to retire. That one was not bad luck at least, and those are just the most famous ones! Say, wanna know about a Void Dragon living in the mortal realm?"
"WHAT? HOW IS THAT EVEN POSSIBLE?"
"A big G goddess being a bitch, that's why. Be thankfully I mostly debugged his soul... or he would be way more unstable that he is right now. He is the one that caught that grudge spirit by the way. You might want to warn all your subordinates to be polite and not piss him off, just saying. Mew ♡."
"Why tell me and not my father?"
"Well... I don't like your father, that's why. Bye bye Mew!" And then the pink kitten goddess just disappeared.
AN: The Spirit Realm is one of the few places in this Universe Cluster Mew can just show herself without catching the Bitch goddess attention because it was specifically made to endure individuals with power levels that is just insane.
"Mew. Hello baby God of the Death." The pink floating kitten was in a way complete adorable yet in another complete terrifying.
A Goddess, one of Life, one not of this universe yet one extremely powerful, so strong in fact that what he was seeing was just a fragment of her, reality itself probably not being able to endure her full power, at leasr not outside the Spirit Realm.
Koenma just... couldn't see how powerful she really was.
But this mere fragment? It could probably easily defeat his father.
"Hello kitten Life Goddess not of this universe." Even so there was formalities to keep.
The pink floating feline giggled. "Say I heard you got a naughty grudge spirit recently, one who got to operate freely for decades. Wasn't that humiliating Mew? Even Gods of vengeance do not like grudge spirits that just hurt the innocent."
Oh great, she was mocking him and due to the power difference there was nothing he could do but excuses.
"Yes... that grudge spirit was well hidden yet even minor Youkai knew about it... it really should have reported and dealt with long ago."
"Well... you do have terrible luck with your Spirit Detectives to be fair but even so this was bad Mew. One became crazy due to despair and decided to basically exterminate humanity, another turned to be the descendant of one of the most powerful demons around. Oh and there is that one that actually got to retire. That one was not bad luck at least, and those are just the most famous ones! Say, wanna know about a Void Dragon living in the mortal realm?"
"WHAT? HOW IS THAT EVEN POSSIBLE?"
"A big G goddess being a bitch, that's why. Be thankfully I mostly debugged his soul... or he would be way more unstable that he is right now. He is the one that caught that grudge spirit by the way. You might want to warn all your subordinates to be polite and not piss him off, just saying. Mew ♡."
"Why tell me and not my father?"
"Well... I don't like your father, that's why. Bye bye Mew!" And then the pink kitten goddess just disappeared.
AN: The Spirit Realm is one of the few places in this Universe Cluster Mew can just show herself without catching the Bitch goddess attention because it was specifically made to endure individuals with power levels that is just insane.
It would be nice if he also finds the Alien Base in the moon from Please Save My Earth, it should be still there sealead and full of plants thanks to the magic song that has been played for 18 years..... yeah, it was a wild story.
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I am already groaning at the thought of where this seems to be going...
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And all he has to do is ask.
Unfortunately, that's never going to happen, because "good communication" and "anime characters" don't belong in the same multiverse, let alone the same neighborhood.
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You'd be surprised. Tenchi Muyo does buck that trend often. Every secret identity or liar revealed plotline generally just ends with people talking about it and resolving the issue directly rather than it blowing up into the relationship being damaged.
OVA 4 for example is nothing but talking. It's kind of really boring in that regard.
So, Yosho could totally just ask him, and it would be in-character. It probably won't happen until after he's aware that Areru can see Ryoko.
Because, clearly, Yosho can't. As far as he's aware, she's unconscious, so if anything would grab him to communicate all cards on the table, it would be the idea that Ryoko has basically been in an astral state for 700 years. That was not his intention.
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At this point it has become an annoying character trait of Areru/Alchemist that I don't feel like defending.
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Is Areru going to connect the dots between them and Sailor Moon? Because, y'know, it's pretty obvious, honestly.