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I woke up finding myself stuck in a bunch of bushes, I wriggled myself out somehow, barely, and then proceeded to straighten out my hair and dress, that's when I noticed how my feet were bare.
"Where are my shoes?" I asked looking around everywhere nearby but saw no sign of them whatsoever.
"Whatever I can always ask my friend to retrieve them back, speaking of Lizzy, I think I should stop hanging with her, this partying lifestyle is not for me." Forget about being accepted by the group when this kind of scenario would become the norm. I finally decided to pay more attention to my surroundings, but quickly found out nothing looked familiar.
"Shit, they wouldn't play a stupid prank like tossing me out onto the streets right?" I asked myself out loud, hoping these party animals would have some decency, but one fact remained, I didn't walk here on my two feet, even if I was certain about the fact my memory seemed to be extremely hazy.
"Wait I don't even remember drinking that much." I could feel that something was amiss. Next, I recalled the existence of my purse but it too was nowhere in sight.
"Was I robbed?" I found myself panicking because I had neither a phone nor money. But things got just freakier from that point on. When I decided to finally hit the road, to search for any help possible there were only Asian people around. The fact in itself didn't scare me, what was odd about it, was that I have never seen so many in one spot inside my neighborhood.
"What is going on?" I quickly noticed that even if people tried to mind their business before passing me by they stared intensely in my direction, sometimes their mouths twisted weirdly showcasing disgust.
“I can’t ask anyone for help like this.” I understood seeing someone with no shoes on was weird, but they didn’t need to react this strongly.
However, once I walked out of the park, I realized the reason why I was only seeing Asian people no matter where I looked, every sign and advertisement was freaking written in Japanese. And after connecting those two dots together I eventually realized the ridiculousness of this all.
"Did I get kidnapped?" I mean how else was I supposed to end up here of all the places? I always wanted to go on a trip to Japan, but not like this.
"Wait here a moment... why is everyone's fashion like this?" Even if I wasn't keeping up with the latest trends, something was amiss. Then another crucial detail came to mind, where were all the smartphones, people were carrying those bricks or flip-phones from like fifteen years ago. I retreated back to the park and plopped my ass on the bench to think this through.
"I am under the influence of drugs?" Well, it sure didn't feel like it my mind was clear and totally capable of critical thinking. Sitting didn't do it, I just spread myself onto the bench like butter, questioning the reality of life, and ignoring the strange looks from passersby.
"What is even going on?" I asked particularly no one and then heard a distant motorcycle noise.
"Maybe if I close my eyes, and take a nap, everything will magically go back to normal?" Since I had no other ideas it was worth a try, despite I barely got the chance to close my eyes before someone yelled in the distance.
"Mikey!" Over and over again, their voice sounded so desperate, I couldn't stop myself from taking a peek. Was it really someone out there that possibly could have a worse day than me? But before I got to register who the guy was, I was pulled into a hug.
Was it a pervert? What were you supposed to do in this situation? Or did he mistake me for his friend so I just needed to make him come to this realization? Feeling icky at the idea of a complete stranger hugging me I pushed them away. I scanned his face, he looked worried, and unlike the other people I had seen so far, his hair was blonde shaved on the side, a dragon tattoo being showcased there. Wait a moment, I recognized this look.
"Draken?" I let out, was this guy going out cosplaying him, since even his casual clothes reminded me of the character in question? His eyes became filled with confusion when he heard that.
"Come on Mikey! Aren't you usually calling me Ken-chin, has something changed during the one week you were missing?" I stared at him in disbelief. Was this some kind of strange role-play that was going on here? And why was I Mikey of all the things? The only similarity with him I had was his height and that our first names began with the same letter.
“I will not take part in this.” We stared at each other, it looked like the guy had no clue how to respond.
"I have no time to entertain your strange ideas, I'm lost, don't know how to return home, besides my name is Mavis, not Mikey."
"Mikey this is not funny at all, you've been missing for a whole week, no one knew where you went and when I finally find you, you keep playing some kind of sick joke on me, parading in a dress of all the things in the middle of a park." Why did he keep insisting that I was Mikey? I guess it was time to remove myself from this weird situation, I had no time to entrain some weird strangers that wanted to role-play Tokyo Revengers in broad daylight.
"I have no idea what your problem is dude, but I have no time to play with you, so goodbye." I really tried to distance myself from this weirdo, but despite my politeness, this guy got angrier.
“Sorry but I have to do this, for your own good.” I was abruptly picked up and he was carrying me on his shoulder.
"What the hell, put me down you hear me? This is a case of kidnapping, how dare you do this to a girl you have never seen before?" I tried my hardest to overpower him, by screaming kicking, and biting his shoulder yet his grip on me stayed steady and strong. I tried to ask some strangers to help me, but they chose to believe him rather than me. Every single time he gave the excuse of me suffering through a mental illness they believed him, my question was why? Did people in Japan really care so little?
"Let me go, baldy! You need to get your head checked at the hospital!" I screamed hoping for his anger to take him over so he would slip, giving me an opening for escape but I had no such luck. At some point I gave up, and just remained calm for the rest of the trip, perhaps if I saw this thru I could understand what was going thru his head.
So I was carried back to something that resembled a house but also a dojo. That's when a girl came out, when she laid her eyes upon me she started to cry. These people were really persistent in their acting, now whipping out someone that resembled Emma.
"Emma, I found your brother... however he seems to be suffering brain damage, he believes himself to be a girl." He explained with a solemn look.
"Not a girl, a literal woman buddy, I'm twenty years old, and if I keep accompanying your stupid ass I will miss my finals. Why did I go to this stupid party? I should have remained at the dorm while studying." After hearing this the girl started to cry even harder.
"One of the other gangs must have gotten him, he must have received a hit to his head." This wannabe Draken said.
“My head is perfectly fine, yours not so much.” I rolled my eyes when he started to bawl his eyes as well.
“Do you think if we show him his room and pictures, he will remember?” The girl asked as I shook my head.
“I can’t remember if I never lived as the Mikey you speak of.”
“But you called me Draken, you must remember.” How would I get out of this pickle I found myself in?
“I just said dragon in English, since I took notice of your tattoo.” Perfect cover. They both looked like there was no hope left for me. Then a random grandpa showed up.
"Mikey, you're back, guess it's time to put you on some workout for daring to disappear for a whole week, you know how worried we all were." He had the audacity to smack my head, I wasn't amused.
"How many more actors do you have for this prank? I want to call my parents so they can pay for my fight back home." Everyone gasped.
"What kind of life do you think he imagined for himself? Mikey, I don't know how to tell you this, but both of your parents are dead." I rolled my eyes.
"Mavis, my name is Mavis and I live with my parents while attending college .. so please just leave me alone, I want to head back home, study and pretend like this never happened in the first place." Everyone burst into tears again, which made me wonder if perhaps they truly believed I was Mikey. This couldn't be the real characters from the manga, could it? I ran for it, but then stopped myself when a random thought hit me.
"Wait... some people had crazy eye colors in Tokyo Revengers, and I know how to differentiate when people are wearing colored contact lenses." I nodded my head determined to get to the bottom of this, but then I happened to be walking alongside a mirror and the reflection in it shocked the whole core of my existence. I wasn't crazy I could see my black strands hanging from my head however someone that looked like Mikey was glancing back at me inside the reflection.
"What the hell?" I couldn't stop myself from swearing, this was nuts, I suddenly fell to the ground, how could I even explain this, if this is how I looked to everyone else no wonder they were still insisting on calling me by his name.