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⇒ The Record Keeper and New Beginnings ⇐

Here’s the standalone fic I wrote as a fun way to introduce my upcoming Ikemen Revolution story. Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoy it!

Word Count: 2971 Content Warning: Some self aware characters Series: Ikemen Revolution POV: 3rd Person Summary: Blanc gathers everyone to share some important, exciting, and scary news to the rest of the cast. Oliver ends up with many questions and Blanc gives him answers he doesn’t have time to process.

As another day comes to an end, warm hues of red and orange color the sky as the sun takes its final gaze upon the city. It’s noisy but comforting all the same.

Tick. Tock. “Oh my, it’s getting rather late indeed. I wonder if everything is ready…” Despite his words, steam continued to pool from the hot teacup sitting in his hands, his glasses falling victim to it as he brought it near his lips. The peaceful moment comes to an end as someone angrily opens the door.

“You dumb rabbit! Why are you still here?! Everyone is waiting for you!” A child storms in with more annoyance than his little body can handle.

Blanc softly chuckles, “Yes, you’re right, Oliver. My apologies, I simply couldn’t help it… It’s a lovely sight. "

"What are you going on about this time?” Oliver questions as he begins to walk towards the window.

A soft, distant look settles into Blanc’s eyes, “Nothing… I was simply admiring our lovely home.” He sets the teacup down and begins to walk towards the door, “Let’s get going, there’s important news to share, so we mustn’t keep them waiting.”

Oliver quickly glances out the window, “admiring cradle?...” he mutters to himself before following the man out to the hallway.

“You made sure to invite everyone?” Blanc says in an inquisitive tone.

This not being the first time he hears the question, Oliver deeply sighs before answering, “Is old age finally starting to take effect?”

Deciding not to respond, Blanc laughs at his friend’s words; they never lose their edge. A sense of comfort settles into the air as their exchange feels as old as time.

As they continue to make their way down the hall, Blanc asks, “Have you ever wondered what Cradle will be like in the future?”

Oliver hesitates before quietly responding, “Of course I have… but wondering is pointless. I know I’ll see it eventually.” Blanc simply hums with a smile; there’s no need to say more as both are aware of Oliver’s unique situation that kept him forever young.

Blanc speeds up his pace before turning to Oliver. He winks at his friend as he points out the window, “Don’t look so down, it’s just about that time of day.”

Before Oliver has a chance to respond, a blinding light flashes and now in place of where Oliver the child stood, was a tall, dark-haired man. “Finally,” he says in an exasperated tone, “let’s get this over with.”

He begins to walk away. Now an adult, Oliver’s strides are much longer, reducing the amount of time it would take them to get to the meeting hall.

Several muffled voices could be heard through the door, some excited while others seemed bored. They had no idea why they were all summoned; the invitation mysteriously said:

“This is ridiculous. Why have we all been summoned? They’re wasting our King’s time.” Jonah’s irritated tone made it clear he didn’t appreciate Blanc and Oliver’s plans.

“Come now, aren’t you excited for what’s to come? A new journey sounds fascinating.” Edgar countered Jonah’s words, clearly amused by the entire set-up.

“The only journey I want to take is the one to meet the bottom of a bottle,” Kyle mutters to himself as he rubs his eyes.

Unfortunately, his comment does not go unheard. “You won’t perish from one alcohol-free night,” Jonah remarks.

“Withdrawal symptoms can vary,” Kyle shrugs lazily in response. Both Lancelot and Zero ignore their chatter, choosing to quietly wait against the wall.

“He should leave…” Luka mumbles under his breath. Too bad for him. Seth has good hearing.

“Ahaha! Now, Luka, no one wants to receive severe punishment.” Seth beams at Luka, earning a slight pout from him.

“He complains too much,” Luka retorts, but this time, Sirius is quick to respond. “Can’t say that I blame him this time. The hosts are late.”

Both Seth and Luka glance at each other with a thoughtful look. It did seem strange that Blanc and Oliver were late. Usually, for any formal meeting, Blanc was always the first one there, waiting for everyone else to arrive. For him to be late meant that something must be keeping him.

The Black Army members continue to exchange looks, having a silent conversation until finally Fenrir asks, “What are we thinking, Boss?” He turns to look at Ray, who hasn’t made a single comment.

Ray was unreadable as usual, and instead of answering Fenrir, he began to scan the entire room; his eyes stopping at each group. Alice was laughing with Loki and Harr, Dean and Mousse in serious conversation, the Red Army chatting, and a few others, but beyond that, there were more. While not visible, Ray could feel there were eyes watching the room from a distance. Finally, his eyes met Lancelot; this alone was enough for both to realize they had noticed the same thing.

“Our sincerest apologies for the wait,” Blanc says in a loud voice, making sure everyone can hear him as he walks into the room, Oliver following behind him.

“Please gather around and come forward,” Blanc continues. “There’s something important we must discuss.” He softly smiles in an attempt to ease the tension in the room.

“There are a few missing,” Oliver whispers to Blanc. “Not missing, you just can’t see them,” Blanc reassures him. He’s not wrong. Just outside the windows of the room, those who were summoned from the Magic Tower quietly watched the events unfold.

“I’m sure you’re wondering why I summoned you all.” Blanc pauses and takes a look at everyone before continuing, “It’s time for something new. To put it simply, we’ll be part of a new story.” Everyone looks at him in shock, including Oliver, not fully understanding what he was talking about.

“I’m sure that’s confusing. Let me explain.” Blanc says as he pulls out his record book. “We are all characters in a story. And every now and then, people who enjoy our story will make their own creations that include us. Someone has recently decided to write a story about us. This means we will be leaving here and entering the world they created for us.” He finally finishes his explanation, but it only raises more questions.

Quiet remarks and growing concern were heard, slowly getting louder, but Lancelot silences the room with one word, “enough.” They all turn to him seeking guidance.

Lancelot turns to Ray, who nods at him once, a signal to keep going. “White Rabbit, are your words true?” Lancelot questions Blanc.

“Yes,” he begins to answer. “Nothing I said was a lie,” he finishes.

“This is difficult to accept as a fact,” Lancelot squints suspiciously as he moves the conversation forward. “What you’re claiming is impossible.” Immediately, Blanc counters, “Is it?” He smiles.

“We live in a world full of magic, you know. It’s what separates us from the land of reason…” He begins to scribble something in his book of records. “There are many different kinds of magic…” A blue light begins to shine from within the book. “I ask that you all keep an open mind. The impossible can be quite fun… wouldn’t you agree, Alice?”

Blanc turns to look at the only person in the room who had experienced what different worlds are like. Alice’s eyes slightly widened. “Oh, well I… it does seem possible-”

Jonah cuts her off. “How does any of this seem possible??” Lancelot places a hand on Jonah’s shoulder and looks at Alice, urging her to continue.

“If someone had told me about Cradle back when I was in the land of reason, I wouldn’t have believed them… but I’ve fallen from the sky and seen so much magic here… it’s hard for me not to consider what Blanc says as truth.” She smiles. “I’m excited to see what Blanc is talking about!”

“Thank you, my dear sweet Alice,” Blanc pats her head affectionately. “However, I’m afraid I must inform you that you will not be an active character in the story.” Her eyes widened at this.

“WHAAAAT!?!” Seth screams as he hugs Alice. “What kind of horrible story are you sending us to!?!” His arms further tighten around Alice.

Blanc laughs. “I assure you, the story is wonderful. There will be new people for you to meet.”

This doesn’t reassure Seth at all, or anyone else for that matter, but Alice speaks up with a smile. “That’s okay. I know you’ll all be okay and happy wherever you go. So… please enjoy the new world for me! I’ll come haunt you if you don’t,” she laughs lightly. It’s obvious she wants to ease everyone’s worry, and it somewhat works. Seth finally releases her, and everyone begins to look at Alice sadly.

“It’s time to say goodbye, everyone,” Blanc warns as he finalizes what he’s written in his book of records. Many tears are shed; some don’t want to let go after hugging Alice. They say their goodbyes, sharing silly memories to make each other laugh.

Despite the emotional scene going on, Blanc had a calm, warm expression on his face; Oliver, who had been silent and off to the side the entire time, took notice of this and found it odd. With his focus completely on Blanc, he failed to notice Alice approaching him to offer nice words and a hug.

Soon everyone gets back in line, forming a semicircle around Blanc, whose book of records was glowing slightly. “I will recite the final lines as I write them. The spell of new beginnings will then activate.”

The book of records began to glow brightly and float in the air. Glitter like sparkles began to float everywhere, attaching itself to everyone, causing a fading effect. Everyone slowly began to disappear. Confusion could be found on every face in the room as each person tried to reach out towards their friends, but there was no point.

Lancelot, Ray, and Harr remained as calm as they could in an attempt to offer reassurance to those around them. Loki desperately tried to hold Harr, but his hands ran right through his body. He began to cry helplessly on the floor. Seeing this, Alice couldn’t hold herself any longer. Deep down, she was incredibly terrified of what was to come. As silent tears streamed down her face, Ray and Lancelot stood before her, smiling. In return, she smiled at them. Mustering all the final courage she could find, she walked towards Blanc, taking a position where she could see everyone one last time.

Finally, she politely bowed towards everyone, “Thank you for everything. You’re all so wonderful…” She lifted her head. “I love you all.” She smiled before fully disappearing into the air, sparkles falling towards the ground.

No one knew what to say or do. There’s nothing they can do except watch each other disappear. Jonah walks towards Luka, who began to cry when Alice disappeared. The brothers look at each other. There are so many words they want to say, but time didn’t allow for it. Making a decision, Jonah smiles at Luka, “My dear sweet Luka,” he affectionately says as he reaches out towards his brother before vanishing like Alice. Almost immediately after, Luka is gone as well.

Seth sits beside his sister, who was trying to remain calm by talking about random things, but her body was shaking from fear and anxiety. Unable to do anything, he simply smiled and followed her lead. Not long after, they disappear together. One by one, each person vanishes, leaving a trail of glitter fallen on the ground.

Only Ray and Lancelot remain in the end. They walk towards Blanc, who wasn’t surrounded by the magical light. Ray begins to speak, “No one else seemed to notice but…”

“Why are you and Oliver the only ones who aren’t covered in magic?” Lancelot finishes Ray’s question.

Blanc hums, “I have a stop to make before joining the rest of you. Oliver will be assisting me.” He turns to smile at Oliver. The two leaders nod, accepting his reasoning.

“We’ll be looking for you when everything is settled.” Ray makes arrangements. Again, Blanc hums and nods as he watches the Kings disappear.

“My assistance?” Oliver questions Blanc, who is now writing something new in the record book.

“I only need to pick up a new book from the library. We’ll be joining them after,” Blanc assures him as a blinding light flashes.

Affected by the bright flash, Oliver rubs his eyes, trying to gain his vision back. When he finally does, he’s met with a white room full of what seemed like endless columns of books.

“What is this place?” Oliver questions.

“It’s the records library. It holds everything,” Blanc responds as he walks towards a column.

“This is where you keep all of Cradle’s records?” Oliver follows behind Blanc so he doesn’t get lost.

“Not quite. This place holds much more than just Cradle’s records,” Blanc begins to explain. “This is where all the worlds are collected. I mentioned before that we'll be going to a new world. This is where the records of that world will go. See, we’re part of a storyline created by a bird—”

“A bird?” Oliver cuts off Blanc with an annoyed look on his face.

“A clever name, isn’t it?… These storylines that they create are enjoyed by many people all around the world. These people are inspired and create their own works of art based on our stories, creating different worlds and timelines,” Blanc finishes his explanation as he finds the book he’s looking for.

Oliver doesn’t fully believe Blanc but is unable to fully call all of this a lie. He feels strange, almost like déjà vu. However, he can’t remember ever being in the library before.

“You always feel the same, Oliver,” Blanc chuckles. “Yes, you’ve been here before, and… we’ve had this same conversation many, many times.” Blanc looks around the library as if to show Oliver the amount.

“Why don’t I remember anything?” Oliver asks as he holds his head.

“We’re not supposed to remember any of it,” Blanc whispers sadly. “Whenever a new world begins, there is a reset here in the main storyline. Everyone disappeared right now, but by dawn tomorrow, everything will be back to normal, and everyone will go about their lives as usual. We who “disappear” are transferred over to the new world, our current memories wiped, making space for all new memories to be placed.” Blanc looks at Oliver, trying to gauge his reaction this time.

“Why do you remember everything?” Oliver’s questions continue.

“I don’t, it’s just that when I reset here in Cradle, I always find the library and all the worlds… I find out by reading the records. But I will not remember anything once we get to the new world.” Blanc finishes explaining.

“What exactly is the point of telling everyone they’re going to a new world before casting the spell?” Oliver still has questions.

“A courtesy of mine,” it’s a simple answer but it reflects the respect Blanc holds for everyone.

“Would you like to see her?” Blanc asks, already knowing what the next question is. “She’s lovely,” Blanc comments as he conjures up a cloud of light.

Oliver’s eyes widen at what he sees. It’s a young woman with long, deep brown hair, busy with something on the table in front of her. The girl looks up and turns to her left as though someone had called her. Before the image disappears, Oliver catches a glimpse of her warm smile and welcoming eyes.

“That was ▧▨▧▨ , She’s going to ▧▨▧▨, it’s always exciting to ▧▨▧▨” Oliver can’t fully make out what Blanc is saying. “Oh dear, it seems our time is up… that’s alright, I ▧▨▧▨ so things should ▧▨▧▨”

“Wait, what?” Oliver says, confused. He can’t hear Blanc completely. That’s when he notices that they’re both starting to disappear.

Oliver looks up at Blanc and he’s met with a reassuring smile. “We’ll meet again, my dear friend…”

A bright light flashes one final time, and the pair disappear along with the new record book.

The library is once again empty yet full of life.

“Ver-… liver-… Oliver…” Oliver opens his eyes, the sun shining through the window. Blanc is calling him, “It’s getting rather late. Your store opens soon, doesn’t it?” Blanc says as he opens the curtain more.

Oliver sits up with a confused look on his face, “Rabbit…?” Oliver questions as he holds his head almost in pain.

Blanc turns to him, “Are you feeling alright?”

Oliver closes his eyes and rubs his temples, “I’m fine. I just had a strange dream… I was about to tell you something, but I can’t remember…”

Blanc smiles softly and he begins to walk out the door, “I’m flattered you think of me even in your dreams.”

“Wait,” Oliver stops him. “What’s today’s date?”

Blanc looks at him curiously before answering, “January 6, 2025. Why do you ask?”

“No reason,” Oliver responds lazily as he gets up to look out the window. “I forgot the date is all…”

Blanc hums before leaving the room, already thinking of a tea that would help his little friend with his headache.

Oliver quietly continues to gaze out the window in a daze, taking in the sight of Cradle...

Hikari's note: Wahhhhhhhh thanks so much for being here! Admittedly I’m nervous as hell because this is my first time sharing a creation of mine, but it’s okay 😂 I’m so excited to share this project with everyone. For some of you, IkeRev might not be a series you’re interested in and I get it, the series is discontinued. But for me, that’s exactly what sparked this story idea (& my love for Rev of course). So if you’ve decided to give it a chance, I hope that you’ll enjoy the story that will come with my OC. The purpose of this standalone fic is mainly to kick off the debut of my OC and her story. I'd also like to give special thanks to @ragyragd0ll @missaengg @william-rex! They've been super helpful throughout this whole process and I don't think I would've gotten as far as I have without their support. Since it’s my first time fully flushing out a story please expect many mistakes and mid level writing 😅 I hope to improve as I continue writing. Thank you for your support & patience!

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