This idea has been stuck in my head for months now. Though, because I don't really like Ina11 Go! I'm not really sure what happened in the original plot.

On the other note, I haven't watched the anime for a while now so everything is kinda blurry to me. I would ask Google-sama for help though!

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The first thing Kidou Yuuto felt when he woke up, was that he was having a major headache and 'where was the human warmth that usually laid next to him?'

When he opened his eyes, looking up at the familiar sight, wondering why he was back in his old room that he began to panic. What happened? Why was he here? And why did his hands look so small?

Then everything came back to him. The bomb, explosion, and…Fudou! His beloved, sarcastic boyfriend had showed up at his office, wanting to surprise him, asking him to lunch and the last thing he knew, everything was in the world of pain. Obviously he didn't die yet. And he somehow de-aged into a kid again. Huh, wondered that.

He used to figh aliens, gods, devils, and if he remembered right, in the future, they have invented some machine to turn back in time. He is a man live by logic, facts, and if his 32-year-old life experienced had teach him anything, it's that anything is possible. Why not include travel back in time, back into his 12-year-old body?

He wondered if Fudou was also back with him, they did, kind of, died together. It would make his life so much easier, too. He is so over the drama and the denial. If Fudou's not travel back with him though, Kidou is determined at least to make peace with him. He had grown used to Fudou's presence and opinion, so much that it pained him when Fudou's not around.

Fate wouldn't be that cruel, making him facing time-travel, re-living his life all alone, right?


Fudou Akio felt like shit.

He didn't need to open his eyes to know he wasn't laying in his room, their room.

Firstly, ever since he had moved in with Kidou, he rarely ever slept alone anymore so it was not hard to notice that his boyfriend wasn't sleeping next to him. Secondly, the smell. The horrible smell of his old home, his old room.

Fuck. He missed Kidou, he missed his boyfriend, his lover, his partner, his equal. To think, several years ago, they wouldn't be caught dead standing next to each other peacefully. Now, even for a few wee hours, all he wanted to do is cuddle with his boyfriend on their comfty sofa or bed, listen to the sound of Kidou working, watch some crappy movies and simply enjoy their life together.

What in the world Kidou had done to him?

He needed to open his eyes though, time to face the world.