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As Yuuij waved goodbye to Marulu and walked away, he was momentarily distracted as he put his hands in the pocket of his hoodie. When he looks up at the white space around him, all of a sudden hit by a blinding light, he closes his eyes instinctively. When he opens them, he’s in a city he knows all too well, yet knows nothing about.
As Yuuij looks around at the city, the first thought that goes through his head is what the actual fuck is going on? The second one was: where the fuck am I? This is Shibuya? He questioned, It looks like it but realized that the layout is quite different, but how did he get here? ok no need to get panicked, Yuuji, he rationalized
He was just transported somewhere else, Yuuij supposed it could’ve been Marulu doing as he does have the power to do it, but why would he? Yuuij questioned, doesn’t matter what is important is getting information
He realized that he should just ask someone for directions and hopefully find his way back home.“ Hey there sir, do you know where the nearest train station is? I’m new to the city and I was hoping for a helping hand, I don't have my phone on me right now” the man looked at him curiously before replying “ yeah sure” he watched as he took out a really old phone? That can’t be right, those are only around… Oh, oh no, how the fuck did he travel back in time?
But the real question is at what time has he returned to? His train of thought was interrupted by the man, and it over his phone to Yuuij. “Please be quick,” the man asked. “Thank you, I will be as quick as possible,” he replied as he went through the man’s phone and opened the calendar.
His face dropped as he looked at the year, it’s 2006! He thought to himself, No wonder everything looks so similar yet so out of place he concluded as he looked around at the buildings near him, but the real question is, how did he go back in time? It couldn’t have been Marulu, as far as Yuuji knows; Marulu doesn’t have any time-travelling related techniques.
So, what is the cause of his going back in time? He quickly shakes himself out of his stupor and hands the man back his phone. “Thank you so much for your help,” he said to the man. “It’s no problem, I hope you find your way to wherever you’re going”. He says as he walks away.
Ok, Yuuij thinks to himself, first things first, he needs a place to stay. He does have his phone and money on him, but it will be useless to him here, as the money‘s new, their money is old, so they’re probably thinking his money is counterfeit, so what can he do to get himself some lodging money
If he is already in the past and has no beat back then, the only thing he can do now is look forward. Then all of a sudden, he remembers the conversation he had with Tengen about the culling games. Toji Fushiguro, a name he vaguely remembered as one of the big reasons why everything went to shit the way it did
Though outside of that, he knows nothing about the man, not what he did as work, or what happened to him, so there’s nothing much he can do right now about Toji right now. He thinks himself as he stops at the crosswalk and looks around to see an old woman holding a cane struggling to pick up what looks to be bags
“Hey Granny, you look like you’re struggling, need some help?” he says to the older woman. She looks up and says, “Yes, young man, can you please pick up those bags on the floor for me? I can’t bend down and reach them because of my back.”
“Yeah, sure,” he says. He bends down and picks up the grocery bags. He puts all of the bags in one hand and holds his right hand out for the woman to take. She does as soon as the light turns green, they begin to walk down the crosswalk, he towards the car holding the lady's hand as they walk.
It’s so weird when people call me a young man. He might just be older than this woman, and she never knows he was just looking at him. Yuuij muses to himself as soon as they’re done crossing the walkway, he hands over the groceries to the older woman
“Thank you so much, kind young man”. The granny says, “Here’s a little something from me to you”. She hands out money, “No, no, no, I possibly cannot take that from you, " he claims, holding out his hands. Granny gave him a cordless look and said, “If you don’t take my money, I’ll beat you with this cane, so shut up and take it”.
Damn, she reminds me of Nobara, “all right, I’ll take it. I’ll take it. Thank you for the money”. The older woman huffs and walks away. Well, that solves the money problem, he thinks to himself, but not the sleeping problem, as he pauses, his stomach lets out a loud growl, very loudly. Onlookers look at him credulously, thinking that he thinks, embarrassed by the amount of eyes on him.
As he continues to walk, he spots the hotel. He goes in and asks the front desk lady what it costs for one night. The lady says, “It costs 100$ with food and other accommodation included,” and “that’s perfect,” he says as he hands over the money.
The woman asks for some information that he lies about out of his ass about, and then hands over a hotel key. “Your room number is 102,” all right, he thinks as a thought came to him, I should ask her, “and where would the food be?” The woman looks at him curiously, and just in time, his stomach growls again loudly
The woman laughs. It’s just down the hall to your right; you’ll see a small sign beside the door stating what we have to offer you. “Thank you so much for your help, ma’am,” he says as he waves goodbye and heads towards the food.
Once he has his food, he heads towards his room and opens his door. “Wow, pretty nice for its time,” he says out loud, looking around a bit as he puts the food down on the table and looks for a paper and pen, “all right, let’s get started!”
He says he starts writing down everything that has led to this point as he eats. All right, now that we have somewhat of a timeline of events, he thinks to himself, he just needs to figure out how to fix everything, and to do that, he has to fix the one thing that is most important, saving the star plasma vessel. Their death was the beginning of the end for everything else.
He only sees two ways of doing that. First, he applied to the school himself as a student; he can pass as one, he looks like one. The only problem is the hair; he could probably colour his hair pink again with his white hair, it would be the easiest thing to do, but honestly, he doesn't think he’s ready to look at himself in the mirror with pink hair. It brings back too many memories.
Ok, but if not as a student, then maybe as a teacher. Yeah, that’s something to think about. He is getting a headache from all this; he needs to sleep. “I’ll think about all of that in the morning”, he says and gets up, folds the piece of paper and puts it underneath his pillow, goes to the door, grabs the badge that says do not disturb me in my sleep and puts it outside.
He closes the doorknob and locks the door once again, closes the blinds and goes to sleep. Hopefully, tomorrow will be more answers than questions, he thinks to himself as he drifts off to sleep.