Warrior's Disease

A Strange Occurrence

(Cross posted from Fanfiction.net)

Hey guys! Idol here back with another story! I just dreamt this one in my sleep and I thought it would make a good fanfiction. Counterpartshipping is one of my OTPs so I really wanted to write this. I have never written a shippy fanfiction before so this may be a bit rocky, but bear with me!

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- Idol

"Okay. Sakaki, sit at the back so you don't get hurt, alright?"

"Roger that, sir!" Yuya Sakaki limped to the far wall, where he sat as the gym class started doing their warm-ups. He set his crutches aside and dozed off for a little bit.

What had happened to our little tomato-head? It all started when Yuya was very young. He had developed cancer in his legs. After much treatment and lots of determination, it looked like he was going to be cured. But those hopes were dashed after they discovered a new side effect of chemotherapy- an affliction called Warrior's Disease. This condition comes and goes but it never truly leaves. It primarily affects your lower body, more specifically, your legs. It fatigues them so much that they constantly get cramps. The cramps are so intense that a boy of 8 years old like Yuya couldn't stand more than 30 seconds of the pain without fainting. Some days his legs were fine. But other days the cramps got so bad that he had to use crutches or even a wheelchair on some occasions. There had been numerous times his legs had collapsed in the middle of school and he had to be driven home. Yuya only really started bringing spare crutches to school after his mother passed away of same cancer that had destroyed Yuya's legs. His dad had also gone missing a year after Yuya was diagnosed with Warrior's Disease, so it was up to him to take care of himself.

"Watch out, tomato-face!" A jeer snapped Yuya out of his thoughts, just in time to see a basketball hurtling towards his face. It made impact on his nose with a sickening thud as the sound of laughter filled the room. Yuya's blood splattered on the gym floor as he held his face in pain.

"Sakaki!" The gym instructor rushed to Yuya's aid. He removed Yuya's hands to see a bloody and possibly broken nose. Other than that, he seemed fine. "Sawatari! That's detention for you!"

"What?" The boy asked incredulously. "I didn't do anything! That was an accident!"

"Sir, may I guide Sakaki to the nurse's office?" A voice called out through the commotion. "Yuya looked up to see one of his classmates, Yuto Rebellion. He was a boy with black hair and purple bangs that made his head look like an eggplant. His face was almost identical to Yuya's, except maybe a little tanner. He always wore tattered clothes which made all the girls swoon. His eyes were a clear gray and when he stared it felt like he was looking right inside your soul, so it was almost impossible to lie to him. He was basically the "pretty boy" of the grade, and he also happened to be one of Yuya's friends.

"That's fine. You take him to the nurse while I sort out the class," He dismissed Yuya and Yuto. Yuto helped Yuya up and grabbed his crutches as well while the teacher started yelling at Sawatari who had the nerve to yell back.

"Jeez, you really need to stop getting into trouble like this," Yuto chided as they slowly made their way out of the physical wing into the main wing of the school. "Why don't you tell someone? The teachers already know, so tell them you want it to stop!"

"No, it's fine, really," Yuya sighed. "I can deal with it."

"Two more years of THIS?" Yuto sometimes couldn't believe his friend, even though they've known each other for who knows how long.

"Yuto," Yuya smiled. "I'll survive. Don't worry."

By this time they had made it to the nurse who determined that Yuya's nose was not broken but he would have to go home. Yuto offered to guide him home, to which the nurse agreed because Yuto was one of the top students in the school and he could easily make up the work.

After Yuto dropped Yuya off at Yuzu's house, where Yuzu's father Syuzo promised to take care of Yuya, he immediately went home and logged on to his computer. He honestly couldn't take Yuya being bullied anymore; it was making both of their lives difficult. He had a theory that it was because of Yuya's condition, but what was surprising was that he had never heard of it before, and he was studying medicine! He quickly searched up "Warrior's Disease" on his Mac.

"We're sorry, but your search did not match any results."

Yuto banged his fist on the table in frustration. Why? What was this disease that Yuya had? If Warrior's Disease was a new disease there should be numerous articles about it. But no, not a single one. What was going on?

He sighed. He counted to ten to calm himself and had a good idea before he reached five. Maybe he should ask Yuya about this. It seemed likely that he would know. Plus, maybe a walk would clear his head. Well, maybe not if he saw Sawatari and his gang around. He would be sure to pummel him next time he saw him.

On the walk to Yuzu's house, Yuto began having doubts. What if Yuya didn't want this information being known? That would be a direct invasion of his privacy. Yuto didn't want to ruin his friendship with Yuya, who didn't have any friends aside from him, Yuzu, and Gongenzaka to begin with. But how else was Yuto supposed to get to the bottom of this?

A deep growl snapped Yuto out of his thoughts. He looked around but could see nobody. The street was deserted, even for cars. He heard that same inhumane growl again. It sounded as if...maybe...

A blur of black streaked to Yuto before he could blink and threw Yuto to the ground. Muscles sore from the impact of flesh on concrete, he tried to get up but was pushed back by a black dog with heterochromatic eyes. Matted fur gleaming in the sunlight, jaws glistening with drool, it dove for the kill.

But it was too late.

A white blur streaked across Yuto, pushing the mutt off of him. Yuto quickly got to his feet to take a look at his savior. The man wore a white mask, covering his nose and mouth. He wore goggles perched on his head, which was covered by a white shawl. He wore olive pants with red sneakers. Funny thing is, he wore their school uniform.

The person wore a gold watch on his wrist with a mix of colors inside. He raised his fist and tapped the watch. To Yuto's amazement, he pulled a gleaming silver sword out of a ripple in the air! Just who was this guy?

The beast had recovered and was snarling at the hero. The white man tensed just as the dog tensed and they leaped at each other simultaneously.

The creature slashed at the man, fangs bared. The guy kept his cool and thrust his sword. Both attacks hit their target with a sickening thud. Blood flew in the air, some making its way onto Yuto's face.

But in the end, there must be one victor. And that victor was made obvious from the way the beast crumpled.

The animal dissolved into particles of what looked like liquid gold, floating up into the air. It was quite the sight to see, and it looks like the warrior was as amazed as Yuto was. When there was nothing of the beast left and the gold had joined the sun in the sky, the cloaked man finally looked at Yuto. "You. Are you alright?"

Yuto's breath caught in his throat. The man's eyes looked exactly like Yuya's! "You..."

"I said, are you alright?"

"Oh, yeah!" Yuto leaped to his feet. "Yes, I'm fine." He lowered his eyes, his ego shrinking under the influence of the warrior. "Thank you for saving me..."

"Don't mention it," The warrior waved it off. "I must be going, so if you will excuse me-"

"Wait!" Yuto caught the man's wrist, grabbing hold of the watch. The man looked at Yuto in surprise, not expecting the authority suddenly displayed in his voice.

"At least give me something to call you!" Yuto pleaded, clenching his fist tighter around the man's watch.

The man went silent for a few moments. "Just call me Warrior," The man whispered, his words carried away by the wind. A gust blew Yuto's hair into his face, blinding him. He released his hand to try to clear his eyes. When he opened them again, Warrior was gone. The only evidence of the battle that had taken place were a few smears of blood on the grass.