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pg-13 Precure Resistance Force

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Hello everyone, and welcome to the Prologue of a Precure fanfic I have been planning out for some time now. It stars each of the Cures from all seasons up to and including á la Mode, and I plan to keep original characters to a minimum. Thus the story will be fairly spoiler-heavy, what with drawing inspiration from every series, so be warned about that. I should also mention that it will be PG-13, as it will include romance and violence, though nothing overly graphic as to abide by the rules(and more generally because that's not my style). 


Precure Resistance Force



A cold breeze blew through the ocean air as the waves crashed against the shoreline. The sound of thunder could be heard crackling in the distance, coming ever closer with each subsequent lightning strike. And all the while, rain poured from the sky like a thousand fire hydrants exploding at once.

But that was all above the water's surface. Down beneath the waves things felt more calm, as schools of fish and a lone dolphin swam along unbeknownst to the events above them. And also, in fact, to the events further below. 


Traveling to the very bottom of the ocean, beyond where the fiercest of sharks and the largest squid would dare venture, at the very bottom of the Earth's deepest trench, one would find one of the planet's last remaining mysteries. It is what appears to be a reef, harder than the hardest diamonds, and nearly a kilometre in diameter. Emanating a red glow reminiscent of molten lava, it was the only source of light in what would otherwise be the eternal darkness of the seafloor.

It had remained there, hidden from human eyes-and in fact from eyes of all kinds-for eons, with no one alive aware of the evil that was soon to be upon them. That is, until the day when the most massive earthquake of modern times, of an unprecedented magnitude 9.8, struck the northern Pacific Ocean off the coast of Japan. 

The earth shook, and this time not even the seas were spared as the smallest fish and the biggest whales were swept up in the current. And down in the deepest trench, that impossibly firm reef began to crack, as a black ooze slowly dripped from the newly opened crevices.


And as this happened, a second source of light began to appear: a ray of golden energy shining into a cavern that had literally never seen the light of day. And while the reef was being overcome by the ooze, a trio of star-shaped objects created by the sunlight were circling around it, steadily increasing in speed until finally the silhouette of a young woman began to appear.


Similarly, a metallic grey face with bright red eyes was forming out of the ooze as the final remnants of the reef shattered into nothingness. By then the transformation was complete, and there now stood a humanoid form, nearly three metres tall, with a body made completely out of that black ooze. That is, except for the red glow coming from where his eyes should have been.


"Ahhhhhhh, hahahahaha!" he shouted, seemingly unaffected by the water pressure, or in deed the water itself. "At long last, I am free!" He then looked upwards with a toothless smile. "But I see I am not alone...Cure Empress."


Where the light had shone there now stood a woman with long green hair, seemingly unaffected by the water around her. She was wearing a short, long-sleeved white dress with pink and blue trim along the edges, and a yellow belt around her waist. She also had on a pair of white low-heeled boots, and an over-sized pink ribbon forming a bun at the back of her head. Her bright pink eyes were gazing intently at the other revived being with a look of intense sorrow. 

She shook her head. "As long as your wish is to destroy all life on this world, you will never be free. This is why I have never left your side for all these years."

"You think you can defeat me?!" the ooze creature shouted as his body began to grow. "Unlike you, I did not spend the last ten thousand years frozen in time. Yes, I was stuck in that little prison you so you masterfully put me in, but I was not alone...." 


Empress floated there speechless as she watched him continuously swell in size. He was now rising closer to the surface in order to escape the trench that was soon going to be too small to hold him. What does he mean 'not alone'? Empress thought to herself. Is it possible that...? No, that's impossible. He couldn't have...could he?

She was now hurtling towards the surface as well, now radiating with bright white light as she pursued her old foe. By now he was already the size of a mountain, and his growth seemed far from complete. 


Directly above them there was a vessel, larger than anything Empress had ever seen, and made from a material that clearly was not wood. As she got closer she began to see just how immense it was, three hundred metres long at least. On the side she could now barely make out a few words written in a strange language that she had never seen before: "USS Andrew Jackson."


With one last glance at the mountain-sized monstrosity, Empress crashed through the waves into the open air. It was raining heavily, though not heavily enough for the navy officers to miss the angelic figure rising from beneath the sea, hovering in place over the water. She was no longer protected by her barrier and her long hair was soaked and looking like seaweed, and gasping for breath as air flooded her lungs for the first time in ten thousand years.

But this was no time to embellish over simple pleasures. "Leave this place at once," she called to the officers, who were now gathering around atop their vessel, some in awe, others in fear, and others still with their hands glued to their weapons waiting for the tiniest hint of provocation. "Your lives are in mortal danger. Leave now, I beg of you!"


But nobody moved, for they were listening to a language that had not traveled on the wind's lips since times long past. 

And it was already too late, as her fears soon came into fruition. An explosion could be heard coming from the lower decks as the vessel screeched  to a sudden halt, no longer being along by the ocean current. Screams could be heard as it was lifted to one side, as countless winged vehicles were tossed into the sea like skipping stones.


The Andrew Jackson was now half-submerged and taking on water fast. The people who were still on board were lowering smaller boats into the water, trying to save as many people as they could. And all the while the rain raged on, cold as ice now that everyone was drenched with seawater. 

It was then that the water began to bubble, as what many would later describe as a small island began to rise above the waves, soon followed by those bright red eyes which were now several feet in diameter.


This was Empress' one and only chance. As the island rose farther, she held out her hands as the white light surrounding her began to shine as bright as the sun. Now all that was left was to wait for the perfect moment to strike...

There it was! As the roof of the creature's giant toothless smile touched the air, Empress took aim, forming a triangle with her thumbs and index fingers, with the target centred within them.

"Pretty Cure Lance of Sorrow!"


The moment the words were called out, a beam of white and gold light shot from her hands, racing toward the monster's mouth at lightning speed. 

And it struck! The target cried out in a low, bone-chilling howl as he began to fall back into the water.


For what seemed like an eternity, but was only just a few seconds, Empress hovered there over the waves as a sigh of relief echoed through the air. But after using up all her energy on her final attack, she began to fall back into the sea herself.  


And as she fell, unable to move a move a muscle, all she could do was watch as the creature that she had guarded for millenia reasserted itself and rose its mouth to the sky. As it did, a black smoke began to billow out like the gas from a volcanic eruption. 


That was the last thing Empress saw before crashing into the cold waters of the Pacific Ocean. She could no longer move, and she knew her time was almost up. So with her last ounce of energy, she prayed, not knowing who, if anyone, would hear her call:

"To all the Pretty Cure of this age: the Darkness has awaken, and only you have the power to stop it. Please, seal away the Darkness, and restore peace to this world."

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Chapter One


Tokyo, Japan


"Tsubomi, Tsubomi-desu! Are you alright?!"


Tsubomi opened her eyes in a moment of terror. Cure Empress? The Darkness? What did it all mean?


"Tsubomi, you're up! I was worried-desu!"


She sat up in bed, relieved to see Chypre, her fairy companion, hovering in the air in front of her, tearing up but obviously glad that her partner was now awake.


"It was only a dream...?" Tsubomi said, still adjusting to being awake, while not completely convinced that what she had seen was her imagination at work. It had felt so real, not too unlike another dream she once had, long ago.... 




She smiled, pulling the small white and green fairy to her chest and holding her closely. "I'm sorry for worrying you Chypre. I'm alright, I was just..." she stopped, unable to finish the sentence. 


Had it really been a dream? She asked herself again, still not convinced. She looked around her room, and everything seemed to be in place. There definitely had not been an earthquake of any kind, and definitely not of the magnitude she witnessed in her dream. 


And looking out through the open window, the sun shone in on her face and glistened off Chypre's fur. It was not raining, there was no thunder, and again, definitely no earthquake. So the rest had to be made up as well...right?


"Tsubomi, are you sure you're alright? Tsubomi!"


"I told you I'm fine," she responded as kindly as she knew how. She moved to the side of the bed, still holding Chypre in her hands. "It was just a bad dream, nothing to worry about."


Trying to ease her mind, Tsubomi walked over to her balcony to tend to the Chrysanthemums that she had growing there. She knelt down to water them, as the fresh leafy scent invaded her nostrils and made her feel so much better. She was smiling again, but no longer just for Chypre's benefit. 


Today is going to be a good day after all, she thought to herself before making her way to the washroom to have a shower.  


But then she looked in the mirror and her demeanor suddenly changed.


She was not looking at her reflection, but rather that of a young woman that she could not identify. Her long green hair was soaked and covered in mud, and her lips looked as cold as ice. Her eyes were a strange shade of faded pink that Tsubomi couldn't help but focus on.


And then the woman in the mirror spoke. "Pretty Cure..." she said, but not in words. Tsubomi couldn't explain it, but the message was being transmitted straight to her mind. "Awakened...please...Darkness...restore...world..." she continued, obviously not passing on every word. 


"Cure Empress?" Tsubomi asked, finally realizing what was happening. But it was too late, as she was now looking at her own reflection again. 


For a moment she wondered if she was still dreaming. But that possibility was soon ruled out by an ominous siren blasting through her open window.


Suddenly all thoughts of dreaming were washed from her mind. A tsunami was on its way!


"Tsubomi, hurry! You have to see this-desu!"


It was Chypre, resting on the edge of the balcony. Looking out to the city below, they could already see people vacating the area in any way possible. But it was something further off that had caught Chypre's attention, something in the direction of the ocean.


Tsubomi's eyes grew wide as she gasped, finally realizing what Chypre was looking at. "The tsunami..." she said, quivering with the fear that comes with uncertainty. "It's...it's not water." 


And she was right of course, for the danger that set off the early warning system was not of natural origin. And the giant wave headed for the Japanese coast was not one of water, but of pure darkness.


"This must have been what Cure Empress was warning me about," Tsubomi said.


Now it was Chypre's turn to have wide eyes. "Cure Empress...where did you hear that name before-desu?"


"No time to explain," Tsubomi replied as she pulled out her Heart Perfume. "Pretty Cure! Open My Heart!" 


It didn't take long before Tsubomi, now transformed into Cure Blossom, was on her way, unbeknownst to the presence of her grandmother, Kaoruko, standing quietly in the shadows below.




Meanwhile at Noble Academy, students were rushing to protect themselves and their classmates from the impending disaster. This mostly meant getting everyone to higher ground. but this was proving easier said than done in the girls' dorms.


"I insist that you stay here," Reiko said to Haruka, who along with her friends had been trying to leave the girls' designated area during the crisis.


"But we have to find Miss Shirogane," Haruka insisted. Miss Shirogane was the head of the female dorms, but nobody seemed to know where she was, which was unusual enough, but especially so given the emergency. 


"I'm worried about her too," Reiko admitted. But then she shook her head. "Miss Shurogane is a grown woman, and she knows how to take care of herself. The last thing she needs is to worry about you four-."


"The Headmistress is missing too!" Ayaka interrupted her, obviously worried about this latest development. "Something's not right here. They can't both have disappeared like this. Not now."


 Reiko was left speechless by this new news. What was going on?


"And that is why we have to go," Haruka said finally before turning to her friends. "Don't try to stop us. Let's go girls!"




The wave of darkness grew nearer as people flooded the streets attempting to get to higher ground, while traffic was at a standstill. And yet, in various spots around the city, a number of young girls could be seen, running with a panic equal to if not greater than those around them as the destruction of their city seemed imminent. However, there was one major difference. 


The girls were not running away from the danger. They were running toward it.


One in particular was a young girl with long black hair and a yellow dress, who was running down the main road to the now mostly abandoned waterfront. She was talking into what must have appeared to any onlookers as an old fashioned cell phone.


"Nagisa, where are you?" Honoka whispered into the breeze as she made her way to the shoreline. 


"She can't be far-mipo," responded Mipple, Honoka's fairy partner, from her card commune. 


Just as the words were out of her mouth, the two heard a rush of air above them, as streaks of pink, blue, yellow, and red shot through the sky overhead.


"It's the Fresh Cures!" Honoka realized as she recognized Cure Peach's signature blonde pigtails and frilly pink dress. She was the first of her team to stop, standing atop the closest warehouse to the sea as she looked out at the oncoming darkness.


"What is it?" Peach wondered aloud as Honoka followed her gaze, dread running through her body as she realized just how close it had become. It seemed nearly six, maybe seven stories tall and as dark as the night sky, and was coming closer with every passing second. 




She turned, and saw another young girl, this one with short orange hair and wearing a red t-shirt and blue jeans. She was racing along the waterfront, obviously having run quite a distance in order to get there. Honoka was unable to hide a smile, even with the impending doom before them. 




"What is this thing anyway?" Nagisa asked. 


Honoka shook her head. "All I know is that it can't be good."


"And all I know is that is stands no chance against us," Nagisa replied as she took Honoka's hand in her own. "We're Pretty Cure."


Honoka's face grew slightly redder as the seconds lingered, but she nodded and smiled at her friend. "Right," she said.


The two then faced the oncoming darkness and simultaneously rose their free hands into the air. 

"Dual Aurora Wave!" 




The darkness was mere moments away from impact now as flashes of pink, blue, yellow, purple, and a handful of others began to dot the Tokyo waterfront. They were of course the Precure, legendary warriors destined to protect the world, and the worlds of their partners, from harm. Each Cure knew of this creed and of what it represented, but none would truly understand its intended meaning until the fight that was about to commence. All against an opponent unknown to most, and only known to one by name alone.


"The Darkness..." Cure Blossom whispered as the final traces of clean, blue seawater vanished.     











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