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A sharp breath was inhaled.
Inside a plain room it was about 4 in the morning, the neighborhood was quiet and only the sound of crickets and the earliest early birds could be heard. In a bed normal as can be was a boy of maybe 13 years of age.
One would question themselves on their age, because of how scrawny and naive looking the boy's eyes were, but at this moment they were wide and confused.
“Where the fuck…”
A hand went to his head, as he started to regain some modicum of cognizance, you see this here is what one would call the old switcheroo, a soul from a recently deceased person has now taken over the body of another. This soul in particular had just died in a rather traumatic and in hindsight hilariously embarrassing way, hilarious for the watchers and embarrassing for the one being watched. Of course this is all in retrospect, during the actual death most watched in horror and will likely have the image of a man being murdered by a pack of crows while dressed as a japanese cartoon character seared in their mind.
For now though he had made the executive, and likely wise decision to put this out of his mind as he had bigger things to worry about.
He had stood up walking around the room taking in the rather plain, but cluttered room with curious eyes, “Whoever lived here had a worse attention span than me,” picking up a guitar that likely hadn’t been played since it had been bought, “or at least has more money than I ever saw in months…”
Sighing as he carefully sat down the instrument he had finally built enough balls in order to look himself in the mirror, so clenching his ass cheeks and curling his fist he moved forward and immediately was appalled.
“Oh my god if my ma was still around she’d shave my head bald, what atrocities did this boy commit to end up with piss colored hair.”
Wincing at the reminder he once again pushed the emotion of grief and loss welling up inside him (this is not a safe or long term way to deal with your problems please seek professional help), tugging at the curled piss blonde hair he seemed to stare hard at the reflection.
“Wait a minute… shitty yellow hair… clueless blue doe eyes… skinny as a rat frame of a body…. Holy shit! It’s fucking Takemichi from that show Marco was telling me about… oh my god, so many 13 year olds are gonna get killed, beat up or become murderers…. Meh.”
Walking back to bed he once again, pushed down any urgent and terrified feelings for the morning him and hoped he would wake up alive and maybe roughed up by a few crows in his actual body.
Please.
Pretty please.
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Sitting up in bed drool drying on his face, a gummy eyed Takemichi looked around his room.
“FUCK!!!”
A blonde that day screeched like a bat out of the shower, naked and afraid, and confused how he got into a shower in the first place.
Groaning he fell back into bed and whined to high heaven, turning over he hoped that maybe killing himself via suffocation would solve the problem, but he’s always been too much of a pussy and soon enough stretched himself out like a cat arching his back and picking himself up. He headed to the bathroom and washed his face, eyes bloodshot because sleeping did not mean rest and his body knew it.
Wiping the excess water he stared at himself in the mirror, “Aah~ just roll with the punches I guess… oh god I have to go to middle school again, no one wants to go to middle school… do I even know how to read japanese…”
These were the real questions as he stared at his hands questioning the life that has been put in them, as he headed back to pick out an outfit, grimacing at the state of his closet, and headed to the bathroom to shower.
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It was the 1st of January 2004.
He had no idea why he had to live through the 2000’s again when he was only five when this shit happened, was he unhappy, yes, was he a bad day away from having a panic attack also yes.
He had no idea what he was supposed to do.
Did he wait for the kid's soul to come back?
Did he move on with his life?
He had no idea because what if he was living his life and suddenly one day the kids soul came back and he was left all bereft and without anchor. What if the kid woke up and his life was completely different and he went insane!
All of that made panicked breaths escape him, as he squatted on the ground trying to get his breathing back in control, hands holding his face firmly he let out a breath, slapping his face he let a nearly violent breath out into the world.
Looking unseeing into the future he closed eyes and his face, had anyone been there wouldn't be of a child of only 12 or 13 years of age, the brow furrowed and mouth crinkled in a frown. He felt sick and tired and sad and angry…
“Alright… ALRIGHT!”
Standing he yelled and kept the feeling of nauseousness in the back of his mind, if he didn’t think about all the bad things, the bad things definitely didn’t happen, don’t think about dying, don’t think about losing everything you knew and love-
Eh, stop that.
Moron.
Checking the boy’s phone he grimaced at the date there, but looked through the contacts and maybe he could check where he was with everything.
Walking home he sighed as his stomach grumbled in dissatisfaction, ‘Fucking feed me~!’ it seemed to say, god not even the panic of losing one’s everything was enough to deter his need for food. Still it would be bad if he didn’t at the very least maintain the body he was in, so food and a good sleep schedule and working out I guess.
“Sure might as well leave it better than it was…”
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Meeting those little kids before they got their faces beat in and had to literally watch their friend almost die on multiple occasions was refreshing and also nerve wracking because he was not Takemichi.
From what Marco had said about the boy he was someone who was emotional, and strong, and inspirational, and reliable, but also an open book with a big heart and a shit fighter, with a huge case of being a dumbass.
He wasn’t like that, add to that, that he knew absolutely nothing about these guys he had to put his observational skills in overdrive in order to not be looked at weirdly. Still as he walked home the silence between him and his long haired compatriot was intense.
He finally arrived and as he was about to close the door Takuya pushed in, his eyes intense and discerning and he thought, ‘Oh shit… I’ve been found out… maybe?’
Still playing along he laughed off the boy who had pushed his way in, “Hahaha~... what’s up if you wanted to come in you should’ve just asked…”
Following the other up the stairs he looked at him confused as the boy took a seat silently he looked anxious, but determined finally he looked up, “Take- no uh… this might sound weird, but uh… who are you?”
Man it’s only been a day and he’s already blown it, falling to his knees he groaned, “God… I can’t do shit right…”
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