"Don't be scared Hajime. The world might seem dull and the future hopeless but in the end everything will come through. "
Awakening
The first thing he felt was coldness and water.
Slowly his eyes opened and he was met with the black metal encasing of the small pod. His entire body felt as if he had been run over by some sort of truck and his chest burned with each breath he took almost as if in any moment it would cave in. Water covered the majority of his body soaking the thin piece of clothing that covered most of his body with his large mass of hair doing the rest.
Shuddering he attempted to move his arms towards the roof of the pod only to feel his bones ache with his fingers twitching. He narrowed his eyes realising that he must have been asleep for longer than he thought and his body wasn't used to moving anymore. A crease formed on his forehead as he tried to remember anything that could help get him free from the pod feeling as if he where suffocating from it's shrinking size.
'the-'
The boy blinked and moved his head to the side to see if anyone else was in the pod with him. He was met with the vacant dark blue hue that sat above him causing him to frown. A voice had been by his ear almost as if someone where laying next to him whispering into it. Could he be hearing things? This seemed to be the only logical explanation for what was happening but then again he was locked in some kind of metal container filled with water so anything could be possible.
His head began to hurt and he whimpered feeling a burning sensation grow behind his eyes.
'Hajime.'
'-the side. Push the side.'
That name. It sounded familiar to the boy but he didn't remember hearing it before. His frown deepens as he realized he couldn't really remember anything from before awaking except for the soft voice of a girl and a pair of red eyes. Pain filled his body and he hissed gritting his teeth to keep from screaming.
The side...the side...could the voice mean for him to push something on the side of the pod? Breathing heavily he began to try and move his fingers again the small limbs twitching ever now and then. Fire filled his body as he kept trying to move them each attempt making them move more and more. Within what seemed like hours he was able to clench his hands for a few seconds before the pain became unbearable.
He could do this.
Moving his hands towards the side of the pod he felt large grooves and tubes coming from it. The only thing he could think that they where there for was to filter in the water than he was floating in so he left them alone and started to to farther down where the grooves got larger and tubes nonexistent. Something sharp hit his nails and he stopped holding his breath.
'cut yourself with the metal.'
'why?'
He was hesitant to talk to the voice fearing that he was truly going insane but he felt as if he should trust him. A warm feeling spread through his chest and he felt his hand wrap around the blade cutting into the skin. He tried to pull away from it but it was as if he had lost control of his body and forced to stab himself over and over again.
'stop! It hurts!'
'quiet. It's our only way out Hajime. The pod will sense that we've injured ourselves and will alert Makoto Neagi-'
Whatever else the voice was going to say it would have to wait as the top of the pod burst open with a loud slam allowing him to envelope in bright white light. He began to try and sit up wanting to get out of the prison as fast as he could but a pair arms stopped him holding him in place. Cobalt blue eyes stared down at him accusing from behind glasses sending chills down his spine.
The blonde was squeezing his shoulders so hard that he felt his fingers dig into his flesh causing him to yelp in pain. He didn't look like he wanted to let go however loud footsteps could be heard from begin and soon the man had to pull away from him forcefully.
"Byakuya! What are you doing!"
The new voice sounded familiar and soft like someone who had just woken up from a deep dream. He pursued his lips together and grabbed onto the sides of the pulling himself up to sit. Water dripped from his hair and body drenching the floor as loud gasp filled the room. Startled he looked up to see a brown haired teen with wide green eyes.
'the new hope..!'
"Hope?" He said a burning sensation passing through his chest as he spoke to himself eyebrows raised in question.
The boy and the blonde man looked at one another as if he had said something wrong. He bit his lip fearing for the worst and put his now mutilated hand in his lap waiting for them to speak.
Minutes passes in silence with the previously comatose boy looking around the dark room with interest the area feeling more familiar than anything else had. This disturbed him with the lights in it being to bright like the ones in a hospital room and the windows being bolted shut with large sheets of metal. He wondered, dully if he was some sort of prisoner.
"Where am I?" The boy blinked sluggishly at the ground. "Who am I?"
First to speak was the blonde man, Byakuya he had heard the younger male call him. There was certain feel to him that made the boy want to pull the pod roof back down and go back into his dreamless sleep. It was his eyes mostly filled unconstrained hate and malice. All of this disgust towards him he couldn't figure out what for and the voice had suddenly gone quiet.
"Your in Future Foundation Headquarters. I suppose your memory is a little wonky from being pulled from the program so fast but that doesn't mean you can play dumb Izuru Kamukura."
"Future Foundation? Program? Izuru Kamukura?" Not-Izuru shook his head unable to figure out anything he was saying. Hopefully the other teen could help him. "What is he talking about?"
Hope shuffled his feet as he spoke giving off his frowning unease to the older boy. Not-Izuru began to feel threatened from the two and curled up his body into a ball shivering. Everything began to hurt again and his eyelids felt heavy. The urge to fall back to sleep began to grow causing him to jolt up in fear.
'hajime!'
"Hajime-Senpai are you okay?!" Hope shouted grabbing onto the boy pushing Byakuya out of the in the process. Worry filled the boy's eyes as he watched the former ultimate despair breath heavy with sweat gathering on his forehead.
"Uh." Not-Izuru shook his head his tongue feeling suddenly to big for his mouth and coughed into the other boy's shirt. "I'm tired."
He looked up at the two and winced feeling his body lock up in a new onslaught of pain. When he began to try and speak he felt a low buzzing sound his head become faint with a foul taste in his mouth. Sweat dripped down the back of his gown as he dug his nails into his already bloody palms. Finally after what seemed like hours of agony he spoke and the pair's eyes widened in disbelief.
"Why did you wake us up?!"
Izuru is back and pissed!