GenesX: I don't own Danball Senki. I only own my story and the OCs. Those who found this story first, please read 'History of Bonds, Sad Song's first before proceeding to this one.

If you ever wonder what the future would look like,

Would there be a difference between the present?

Prologue

Once again; he was back in the void. Nothing to see but the dark that he usually hates. If he were in a room with no lights turned on, he swore; he would punch the guy that had a nerve to creep up to him and make fun of him without him noticing. Though none of that happened. No one was really there. It was just him in there, breathing.

Then he remembered and began to question himself. 'Shouldn't I be in heaven right now?'

He frantically moved his head around, looking for a door or a gateway to heaven like the ones that he saw in the movies. But to his panic, he saw nothing; it was just the blackness he have been seeing all along.

He tried to make a sprint but a voice stopped him.

"You're a awake?" It asked, sounded masculine but hoarse at the same time.

That question only confused him as he looked for whoever was there with him. Yet as always, no one was really there.

The voice seem to returned, with a slight of exasperation included. "Will you open your eyes?"

Open my eyes? Then it snapped him. He found himself feeling shame for not realizing as he deadpan. No wonder it was so dark. He thought. He has to stop being like an idiot when it comes to get conscious.

With a nod made by his head, he moved his eyelids upward and his brown eyes met the daylight again. Blinking twice, he sat up and rubbed the back of his head.

"Glad you're okay."

He turned and finally met the owner of the voice.

A young male teen adult sat by the side of the bed that he later found himself sitting on it. He was about the same age as him, and has purple spiky hair and topaz brown eyes. He realized the stranger was a waiter, judging by the formal clothes he was wearing such as a white polo sleeved shirt with a small black bow around his collar, a darkish black buttoned red vest suit, and black formal pants.

Just as he looked closely at his face, a thought went into his brain. 'He reminds me of someone.'

He didn't notice him holding a glass of water as he handed it to him.

"You might be thirsty." he said.

Though he just stares at it, then at the teen who had bought the look as he laughed.

"Don't worry, it's not poison or anything if that's what you're thinking?"

Glancing back at the glass, he took it and hesitantly put it up to his mouth and drank. After a few gulps and the water was already being swallowed, he put the glass down and thanked the waiter.

The waiter only waved his hand. "Don't mention it."

He smiled and looked around. "Where am I exactly?" He asked.

"You're in Blue Cat's Café."

Surprised at his response, he stared at him. "This is Blue Cat's?"

The look on his face seemed rather confuse. "Yeah, why so surprise?"

He snapped. "Because I thought I'm in a hospital."

Come to think of it, he was still alive, which shocked him the most. That nuclear system should've killed him after he made contact with the core. But it didn't, he actually survived and the world was still here, alive and resumed its rotation. Although, the latter was that if he was really alive, Ban and the others must have found him conscious, and he began to wonder why they took him to the Blue Cat's instead of bringing him to a hospital.

The teen just looks at him before replying, "Well, I was about to, after finding you at an alley beside the café."

Eh, I was in an alley? He thought bewildered.

"But you still have a pulse and there were no wounds on you." He recalled. "I was trying to wake you up, though I realized you were conscious after a few tries so I brought you in."

He nervously gulped as he asked the bar tender. "How long was I that conscious?"

"Three days."

He felt like he wanted to throw the glass but didn't, knowing that it would cost him since he is, in fact, at a cafe.

"At least, it wasn't five days." He mumbled.

"Well, at least it isn't." The teen smiled, ridiculed. "It could've turned into weeks, instead."

He sighed at that.

Then the waiter asked, "What's your name?"

He glanced at him and thought whether he would tell him his name or not. He hadn't met this person before; last time he visited Blue Cat's, there was one of Gouda's gang hired as it's waiter after Gouda gained ownership of the cafe. But knowing Gouda, he wouldn't just fire his friend who happily accepted his offer. Although, this particular person seemed rather nice to him and he never thought he would be kind enough to bring him in after he found him in an alley; still wondering how he was there though.

Finally, he answered. "Hiro."

The teen smiled. "And I'm Trunks, at your service."

Trunks stood up from his seat and went to the door.

"Where are you going?" Hiro asked, curiously.

"To get some clothes for you." He said, glancing at the brunette after he stopped by the door. "Your outfit looked shattered when I found you the other day."

Hiro frowned. "You don't need to do this for me." He said. "I'm just an unwanted customer."

Trunks smirked. "And unwanted customers are always welcome in Blue Cat's."

He turned the door knob as he slung the door open, and left.

After he left, Hiro have a thought again. 'Even if he's this nice, something tells me this person definitely reminded me of someone.' But of who though? Purple spiky hair, light tan skin? He couldn't put his finger on it.

Sighing, he turned to the window, which he found it open as he paused.

Few seconds later, Trunks came back with a set of clothes.

"Got the clothes," he said. "Time for you to change."

He didn't turn back to him, and he didn't heard him saying anything when he asked. "What year is this?"

He arched a brow. "Year? As in what year is now?"

Hiro just nodded, still not glancing back to him.

"Just what year?" Hiro asked.

"Um, year 2121." Trunks answered curiously. "Why do you ask?"

Hiro couldn't explain it. He couldn't because he doesn't want to. If he told him he would think of him as some lunatic or something.

The blunette doze off while gazing at the scenery that the opened window showed to him. It showed him Tokiosia. But not the actual Tokiosia, more like he would put this way; a more futuristic Tokiosia.

Finally finding his voice, Hiro responded. "Just asking."