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Atobe meets a group of friendly strangers, but he does not feel very friendly. Atobe's POV.
Chapter 1: Meeting the Villagers
When I finally had feeling in my body, I gathered all the strength I had to lift my upper body and open my eyes. My head ached as my eyes adjusted to the exceedingly bright sun. Looking about, I faintly made out the inside of a small, palm leaf lean-to instead of my familiar, comfortable private jet.
Scrapes and burns had marred my perfect body and restricted my mobility to a crawl—Ore-sama shouldn't have to crawl. I made my way out of the lean-to only to find that my private jet was completely wrecked. If it weren't for the remains of an "A" and "E" from the side of the plane written in script, I would have never recognized it.
I ran a hand through my sweat-soaked hair and pushed it from my face as I sat down next to the burned plane, realizing how blessed I was to have survived. At the same time, I was annoyed. I should be at home right now, taking a good, long soak, I thought, Oh, what I wouldn't do for a bath. Just after that thought, my wet hair flopped to my face again. I could go for a haircut as well.
There was no one who could help me here. The island was completely deserted, save for the occasional gaily-colored tropical bird. I had absolutely no food on my person or any earthly idea where I was. I feared that I would just die there, alone and forgotten. Against one of the many palm trees, I rested my head, daydreaming about my mansion in Tokyo.
I heard a very unfamiliar language through the silence. When I looked for the source, I saw a boy around my age as well as a much older man, possibly his father. Their beautiful, stark-skinned bodies were scarred. Both were decorated with jade jewelry. Their heads were shaved, fully showing their blue-green eyes, which were as brilliant as the sea. The younger man greeted me with a hug as well as a kiss on each cheek. The elder one did the same before putting me on his back.
I was carried through a forest to a large "crater" filled with humble mud brick huts. The people who stood outside laughed and cheered. Frankly, my numb, tired body kept me from wanting to know why. All I knew was that in their situation, there couldn't have been a reason for them to cheer. It was safe to say that I had already had enough of this island. Though, something told me that I would be stuck on this remote island for a while.
Inside what appeared to be the largest hut on the island, I was settled onto a bed and covered with a blanket. The two of them left, holding a conversation. I fell asleep. There wasn't much else to do.