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You and your twin had always been drawn to the moon. For as long as you could remember, you two would stay up late and just look at it. The clouds would sometimes cover it so slightly that it looked kinda creepy. In your old apartment, you had the perfect view every night.
"Hey Queens."
A short guy with brown hair and glasses was next to you. You didn't really know his name, and he didn't know yours. Everyone would just call you where you first moved from, Queens, New York. Except, they left out the New York part because it'd be kinda weird calling you New York. The boy pointed to the clock, saying it was three. 'It's time to do already,' you thought. 'Damn.'
"Thanks," you said.
"No problem Queens," the boy said.
You grabbed your stuff and headed out of the classroom. School was probably the worst thing about moving to Japan. At least for you. Your twin, Charlie, didn't have all that much trouble at all. Speaking of which, you saw her walking down the hall right now. She had her hair down to cover up the cochlear implant by her ear. You give her a small wave to let her know where you are.
"Hi twin," Charlie signs. You sign back the same thing to her.
"Anyone bother you today?" you signed. Charlie shook her head, no. You sighed in relief. Ever since you got here, people made fun of her hearing disability. It was one of the main reasons you moved from Queens. That and your parents getting a divorce, plus your dad getting all custody rights to you and Charlie.
While walking home, you and your twin sister were silent. It was a comfortable silence. You remembered when you were little that you could hold out conversations like that. Especially at night, when you were supposed to be sleeping. It was just you two, the moon being the only witness. It's bright light would wash over you like a blessing, especially when it's full.
You grabbed the keys to your apartment and unlocked the door. "Hey dad," you said while looking down. Your monotone voice didn't really give off much of a worry. When you looked up, you saw that he wasn't in the living room, or cooking dinner in the kitchen. Well, that wasn't the only place you've seen him, but it's where he was when you and Charlie usually get home. "Dad you home?" you called out. There was a little tension in your voice. The apartment was empty and the lights were off.
Charlie then tapped on your shoulder. "He might still be at work," she signed. There was a reassuring smile on her face.
You nodded and went to turn on the lights. The light had illuminated the mess that was your apartment. Your dad is kind of a hoarder so this wasn't your first rodeo in messes. Still, it was a little messier than usual. 'This ain't dad messy,' you thought. You motioned Charlie to follow you as you went on the search to look for your dad.
"Dad this ain't funny," you called down the hall. You pushed the door to his office open. There was nothing there, only the mess that he would leave behind day to day. Then you got a closer look. Something black was doing something in there. It was nothing you could recognize from your dad. "Stay here," you signed. "I'll check it out."
Charlie nodded and put her hand against the doorway. You walked into the darkness that was your dad's office. There was muttering coming from the black thing in the corner. You couldn't recognize what it was saying, or what it was for that matter. It felt like time started to slow down, like a split second decision could change everything you would do moving forward. You took another step towards the thing, holding your hand out slightly. Maybe you could hear what it was saying or something. You honestly didn't know what you were doing at this point. Plus, Charlie is counting on you to, hopefully, find your dad.
That was when you saw the thing turn around. Its eyes were cold, white, and dead inside. They reminded you of when you would be squeezed too tight by your Aunt Barbara. "Do you by any chance know what I'm looking for," the thing said. Its voice was raspy, but still intimidating, like an alcoholic that had too much to drink that day.
"What're you talking about?" you asked. "You're about to find a bullet in your chest if you don't get the fuck out."
"I don't see you holding any gun. Besides, I'd just heal right away."
You backed away from the thing. It was talking like it was a god or something, and not like the good kind from mythology. You took Charlie's hand and started to book it to the nearest exit. If you couldn't, then maybe you could find a gun somewhere in the pile. "Try and find a gun in that pile," you signed to your twin. She nodded and took the left pile, while you took the right.
There was mostly useless items that your hoarder of a father got from thrifting. You couldn't find a single gun anywhere. 'What am I thinking,' you thought. 'Who puts a gun near kids.' You then felt something in your grip. It felt like a watch or something like that. When you started to pull it out, it was glowing. You looked over to see Charlie pulling out a shotgun. It was pretty baffling, but you would still be able to immobilize the thing so you can call 911.
Charlie handed you the shotgun and you stood up, still knowing that you still had the glowing watch. "Where's our dad?!" you yelled. You held up the gun like you were ready to shoot, closing one eye.
"So that old man was your father," the thing was crawling on the ceiling. "I wonder if his daughters are as delicious as he is."
Did you hear that correct? That thing ate your dad. "What the hell you cannibalistic fuck!" you shouted. You loaded the gun, and ready to pull the trigger. When you did, there were no bullets coming out. "Ugh, of course it's not loaded," you muttered. The thing started to crawl right after you. You hoisted the shotgun over your head, and tried to wack it. The thing only jumped away from you before it got hit.
"How foolish of you to attack a demon with a shotgun," it said.
"Well last time I checked, demons aren't real."
"If only that were the case."
You couldn't tell what was going on anymore. Your vision started to become a little fuzzy. Still, you kept the glowing watch in a tight grip. The thing then left your sight in an instant. 'What the hell is it talking about,' you thought.
"I also see you have what I'm looking for. You lied to me."
"No I fucking found it before you did bastard," you yelled at the ceiling. You started to look around, holding the shotgun to beat that thing's ass.
That was when you saw your sister's blood on the floor. She was laying there, slowly moving up. It was like she was trying to call out your name. "Charlie!" you cried, and ran to your twin's side. "Holy shit that's a deep wound." You put down the shotgun and examined it. The wound on her side looked like it was a bite. "I'll call 911," you signed to Charlie. When you were about to get the phone, you felt something grab your hand. You looked back to see your twin shaking her head. She brought her hand to the side of her head, and pulled on her cochlear implant. She then placed it into your hand. "Why?" you signed.
"Don't need it anymore," Charlie signed while smiling. "I love you."
You signed the same thing to your twin. Tears pricked your eyes that moment. "Wait," you signed. You started to shake your sister awake. She was still, unmoving. You let out a quiet sob while clutching onto the watch and the cochlear. "Charlie," you muttered into your hands.
"What a shame," the thing said. "And to think I could kill the prophecy girl right now." The black thing was looking dead at you. A shiver went down your spine. There was no way that gun could knock him out. Your arms were too shaky and flimsy for that. You shut your eyes tight, awaiting for your impending death. You might even see your ghost twin in a minute.
Then, something with the watch clicked. You pressed your finger onto it on accident. Now, there was light all around you. You could only make out the screaming of that apartment invader. You didn't really know what it was talking about when it mentioned a prophecy. If anything, you didn't really believe in that kind of thing. It was probably talking out of its ass, trying to sound cool when it would kill you.
You still felt your heartbeat though. There was that gentle light the moon would always radiate. It felt like it was coursing through your veins, keeping you alive until paramedics come. You held up the glowing watch. The clock hands were going backwards pretty fast. Actually, everything in your surroundings started to go backwards. Still, you remained untouched by the flow of time.
Then everything went black.
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You wake up to see an unfamiliar ceiling. It felt like you were laying on the floor too. Your back felt a little bit of padding between you and the actual floor though. The room you were in was dark, with only a lantern lighting up the place. You saw that you were wearing some kind of robe, even though it felt too light to be a robe.
"Am I dead?" you vocalized your thoughts to a room filled with no people.
"Actually no, you're quite alive," the voice of an older woman said.
You sat up from your mattress, feeling your head banging. You looked to the older woman, who was sitting with a tray of tea next to her. She had a stature that was shorter than most women you've met. Also, her gray-ish hair was tied into a bun. She had on a blue kimono, which you've only seen in artworks, or history class. You also saw the watch, along with the cochlear implant Charlie gave you before she died. A wave of memories started to flood into your mind. That invader in your apartment, plus the death of your twin.
"What's your name?" the old woman asked.
"(Y/N), most people call me Queens though," you said.
"Well, I'm calling you by your name. Is that alright?"
"Then what's yours?"
"Tsuki Megami."
A surprised expression appeared on your face. You nodded. You looked around the room a little more. It was mostly empty, with only a small table by the wall. The room looked like it wasn't from this century either. You groaned and rubbed the side of your head. "Where am I?" you asked Tsuki.
"You're in Japan during the Taisho period," she answered.
Did you hear that correct? That old lady didn't say it was 2019 or anything. You felt your head start to hurt again. Your body also felt a little weak. Standing up would be a struggle. "Aww jeez," you groaned.
Tsuki gently laid you back down on the floor. "You must take it easy (Y/N)," she said. "It wasn't too long since you time traveled here."
Okay, now this lady is insane. 'What did I do that made me time travel,' you thought. You sighed and stared at the ceiling. "Hold up I need a minute to process this," you said.
"That's alright, I've actually been expecting you for quite some time."