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“…You have another visitor,” the original Tsugami Shouichi says, after having watched a strange boy and the Overlord of Darkness in some kind of silent conversation.
“Is that a problem?” The Overlord of Darkness, more commonly known as God, asks. Said visitor is a small boy, about 11 years old, and he lifts a brown, somewhat old fashioned camera to Tsugami’s face, snapping a picture. His face is disturbingly blank, for a child. “They, too, wanted to learn about Agito.”
“Is he—”
“I’m right here,” the boy says. “I’m from another World, if you want to know.”
…What.
“They’re not unlike an Agito,” God says. “One of their parents… is a being of immense power.”
The boy tenses. Oh, something must have happened there.
“Why do you want to know about Agito, then?” Tsugami asks, getting back on topic and also, a bit, helping the boy. The boy just shrugs.
“He’s interesting,” he says. “Like Kuuga.”
Tsugami has gotten to the point where he understands most of the mystical tied up in Agito, but he feels utterly out of the loop in this conversation. And neither being in front of him seems willing to properly explain.
“Kuuga’s a Grongi,” the boy says. “And a human. But he’s…” he trails off, a perplexed look in his eyes, and then he continues. “He’s wonderful. And Agito’s the opposite of you for a similar reason.” He says the last bit towards God. “You could say I’m looking for a connection.”
…Ah. God had explained the Grongi. Kuuga must be Number Four. And it seems the boy is on the side of the Agitos, as well. Though that would figure, if he was perhaps even less human than even an Agito.
The boy then looks at God, who looks back. This goes on for several minutes, as Tsugami watches. He has no questions he can properly form, not the least of which because God and the boy’s conversation is clearly above words, though sometimes the boy makes a clicking sound.
He doesn’t end up asking.
Nor does he end up getting the boy’s name.
But the boy does leave the room through a strange grey and rippling portal.
Ozawa Sumiko looks from the nervous looking Omuro to the child calmly looking over the G3-X suit.
“It really is like Kuuga,” the boy says.
“How did a child get into the G3 trailer?” She asks.
“He’s scary!” Omuro replies, which isn’t useful at all. Sumiko rolls her eyes, taking the boy’s hand when he’s reaching to open the suit. He turns his strange gaze to her.
“This isn’t a place for kids,” she says.
The boy just holds up his camera and snaps a photo of her.
“But it is,” he says. “I’m here.”
The stubborn logic of youth. Luckily, before Sumiko can reply, Hikawa enters the trailer. And blinks, staring at the boy.
“What is a kid doing in the trailer?” He asks. “And why are you grabbing him.”
Sumiko drops the boy’s arm, then.
“He intimidated Omuro enough to get in,” she explains. “Not sure who he is.”
“My name is Tsukasa,” the boy replies, then looks over to Sumiko. “You’re good at your job, you know. I know how hard it is to make something like that.”
“Of course,” Sumiko says. “You still can’t be on here.”
The boy - Tsukasa - continues to stare at her, off-puttingly, but really, he’s just a boy, and there are bigger issues.
“I can take him, if you want,” Hikawa offers. This causes Tsukasa to focus, rather obviously, if still disconcertingly.
“You’re the one, aren’t you,” he says. “G3-X?”
Hikawa nods, slowly, and Tsukasa lifts his camera once more.
“You’re a part of this, aren’t you,” the boy muses.
“A part of what?” Sumiko asks.
The boy shrugs.
Tsugami Shouichi (who does not know he isn’t the original, is really Sawaki Tetsuya) smiles back at the boy who’d been helping in his garden over the past week or two. Tsukasa’s a little strange, and he tends to appear when Shouichi is alone, but he’s generally a nice kid.
“Don’t you have school?” He asks one day, and Tsukasa pauses where he’s cutting a rather large tomato.
“My parents… my parents … taught me,” he says, emphasizing the plural on the second round. “I’m fine.”
Shouichi looks at the boy, his serious expression that hides less than he thinks. They way he seems to come and go solely on his own whim. The strange interest he seems to have in Shouichi himself who, really, is nothing special.
“Is it nice, having amnesia?” Tsukasa asks, suddenly. He hasn’t moved, not at all. It’s almost disconcerting.
Shouichi blinks.
“Me?” He asks.
“I don’t know anyone else with amnesia,” Tsukasa replies.
“I’d say it’s pretty great,” Shouichi says. “I guess I’d like to know who I was, but I like who I am. I’d almost wish I got amnesia every day.”
“It can’t be that simple.” Tsukasa says quietly. Shouichi thinks he wasn’t supposed to hear it.
“Maybe so,” he says anyways. “I was kind of scared, at first. But whatever happened before… I guess I’ll find out when I need to.”
Tsukasa nods.
“You’re an interesting person,” he says. Shouichi shrugs.
“I guess,” he replies. Tsukasa hmms.
“I think…” he says. “I get the gist of it, now.”
It’s the last time Shouichi sees the boy for many years.