A/N: ...*sigh* I can't guys, I just... I just can't. Let me explain something about me to you guys, you see I'm interested in a lot of things, and I mean A LOT of things, just not all at the same time. My interests shift CONSTANTLY, one minute I'm into one thing, and then BOOM, I'm reminded how much I love something else and obsess over that instead! For example, I already have a PMMM crossover published on here, crossed over with Kamen Rider 555. I was SOOOO pumped for it too, I even went as far as to rewatch the entire KR555 series, since I was reminded of how much I loved it. But then, I go and watch Ant-Man on my birthday, and BOOM, my love for american superheroes is reignited, more specifically, my love for my favorite superhero of all time, Spider-Man. And it was just a downward spiral from there, I tired to work on my other fics, this idea popped into my head, I'm under a lot of stress from collage, and I just HAD to get this out of my system!
(grumbling in the corner) son of a bitch, why the fuck can't I finish anything, damn it!
*sigh* Sorry guys, I know you don't want to hear my problems, most likely because you probably never even heard of me or my stories before, to those of you who haven't, I am VERY sorry for wasting your time. Well, now that that's out of the way, enjoy the fic and I'll see you guys at the end.
Disclaimer: I don't own Spider-Man or Puella Magi Madoka Magica
ACT 1: Origins
Chapter 1: And Along Came A Spider
Earth Atmosphere – 400 Years Ago
High above the Earth, in the deep recesses of space, a lone spacecraft was traversing the empty void, traveling at speeds approaching the speed of light, passing countless planets and solar systems before finally arriving at the only planet in that particular quadrant capable of sustaining life; Earth. The alien ship entered the Earth's atmosphere, it's exterior heating up as it sped through; meanwhile, inside the cockpit, an elderly looking man sat at the controls, the whole room bathed in an eerie red light as a deafening warning siren blared.
"Tsk, damn it, I took too much damage from that asteroid field, the controls are all malfunctioning!" The man lamented as he tried his best to steer the ship, with very little success. The Man's six black eyes looked all around the control panels as he tried to stabilize the ship, but nothing he did seemed to work, the ship continuing to accelerate out of control as it got closer and closer to Earth.
"No, I can't give up, not now, I can't let what happened to my planet happen to this one!" The man said with a determined stare a she pulled hard on the steering handle of the ship, trying to slow his descent. As he got closer to the ground he could finally make out certain details about the surface of the planet, from what he could tell he was heading straight for a small archipelago just off the coast of a large landmass, the island that would soon come to be called Japan. He kept on falling, making small adjustments to his trajectory to ensure he didn't land in the water, eventually he was close enough to make out that he was headed straight for a populated town.
"Come on, hang in there just a little bit longer!" The man pleaded, pulling on the handle with all his might to avoid the town. Miraculously, he managed to turn the ship just enough so that it missed the town, unfortunately, he was now heading for the mountains that bordered it.
"No, no, no no no no NOOOOOOO!" The ship violently crashed into the side of the mountain, the force of the impact causing rocks and boulders to fly everywhere, including the cockpit. The alien man tried to leap away, but the cockpit was almost completely crushed by the falling debris, he couldn't make it away in time. The dust in the cockpit settled and the alien man coughed his lungs out, wheezing, barely able to stay awake.
"…I… I can't move." He observed, being crushed under a boulder. "…Blood… I'm losing blood… getting… hard to breath… so… this is how I die…" He lamented, looked around the destroyed cockpit, completely filled with rocks and dirt except for one thin ray of sunshine that entered through a hole in the debris. He raised his hand up to it, as if desperately trying to reach it.
"…I'm sorry, people of this world… it looks like… it will take me a little longer… than I thought… but I swear, I will protect this world… they won't… destroy you… too…" With that last word, his hand dropped to the floor, motionless, his heavy wheezing suddenly stopping as well. Suddenly, his body began to evaporate into a green smoke, leaving behind the regale looking clothes he was wearing. Moments passed as the discarded clothing just laid there, but suddenly, out of the rubble, came a lone, little spider, scurrying about the ground before noticing the hole in the debris. After a moment, as if pondering, it effortlessly climbed up the steep hill of rocks and crawled out the hole.
Mitakihara City, Japan – Present Day
A young boy's eyes burst open at the sound of an incredibly annoying alarm clock going off practically in his face. With a soft sigh, he reached over to the clock and switched the alarm off, sitting up in his bed and letting out a loud yawn. He then slid out of bed and grabbed a pair of glasses from the nightstand next to his bed, placing them on his face as he walked over to where a light beige uniform hung on a hook on the wall.
My name is Nakazawa Takuya, 14 years old.
Nakazawa took the uniform off of the hook and threw it over to his bed, getting out of his sleeping clothes in order to change.
Today is my first day as a second year at Mitakihara Municipal Middle School. I'm sure most other kids are excited, it's spring, the cherry blossoms are in bloom, and they're about to start another chapter in their lives, me, I'm not so thrilled.
Nakazawa took a moment to look himself over in the mirror, the uniform was simple enough, just a beige jacket with black trim, paired with matching pants. He made sure everything seemed in order, and then sighed at how ridiculous he probably looked.
School has always been the same for me, every year I'm the smartest person in the class, as well as physically the weakest, and get tortured for it, always ending up as somebody's punching bag for the year.
The boy walked down stairs and had breakfast with his family, he didn't pay much mind to what any of them were saying, too busy dreading what was surely to come.
"I'm leaving!" Nakazawa called back to his family from the door as he put on his shoes. He heard them call back, wishing him a good day, and he began his trek to the bus stop.
However, little did I know, this year would be different, in ways I couldn't even possibly imagine. This wasn't just the first day of the new school term… it was the first day of the rest of my life.
Nakazawa weaved through the crowd of students that gathered around the large board that showed who would be in which class for the next year, friends eagerly checking for their names and jumping for joy when they saw they were in the same class. Nakazawa adjusted his glasses and searched for his name, eventually he found it under Class 2-A.
"Huh, it looks like we'll be in the same class again this year, Nakazawa." The boy heard, turning his head to find a familiar face looking up at the board with a smile.
"Yeah, looks like it, Kamijou." Nakazawa replied as the other boy turned to look at him. This boy, Kamijou Kyousuke, was Nakazawa's best, and pretty much only, friend. They had met in the third grade and pretty much bonded over being geniuses in their respective fields. They have been in the same class every year since then, lucky for him, Nakazawa didn't know what he'd do without him. The two students traversed the familiar hallways of the school, on their way to their assigned class.
"So Nakazawa, are you going to join any clubs this year?" Kyousuke inquired.
"Mmm, probably not," Nakazawa admitted. "The arts aren't really my thing, and joining a sports club would be suicidal." Nakazawa was notorious for lacking any athletic ability, he was the type of person who would use up most of his energy just doing the warm ups, so sports were out of the question.
"Are you sure, even if it's just a laid back club I think it would help develop your reputation beyond just a know-it-all prodigy who should really be in collage already." Kamijou replied, much to Nakazawa's despair.
"I don't think anyone's ever called me a "prodigy" before, they're more likely to call me a nerd, or stop at just know-it-all." He lamented, his head hung low. Kyousuke responded with just a comforting hand on the boy's shoulder and the conversation died there. Eventually they made it to class 2-A, most of the students seemed to have already arrived, many of whom Nakazawa recognized from last year.
"A lot of familiar faces in here… guess I can forget about a clean slate." Nakazawa said.
"Sorry man, but look at the bright side, most of your old bullies were either put in a different class or expelled." Kamijou pointed out, trying to lift his friend's spirit.
"Yeah, at least I can take wedgies and swirlies off the list of things to worry about for the next year." Nakazawa replied somewhat sarcastically, gaining a bit of a chuckle from Kyousuke.
"Come on, let's see where we're sitting." Kyousuke suggested, guiding them to the neat grid of desks, looking for their names.
"Hey, Kyousuke!" A voice called to them. They looked up from their searching to see a young girl with short blue hair rush up to them, an excited look on her face.
"Oh, good morning Sayaka, you're in this class too?" Kyousuke said, pleasantly surprised.
"Ha ha, yep, pretty lucky huh?" Sayaka replied with a playful smirk, however, it gained a hint of shyness, as she looked away, a slight, barely noticeable blush appearing on her face. "…It's felt like forever since we've been in the same class together."
"Yeah, I suppose two years is a pretty long time." Kamijou nonchalantly replied, making Nakazawa sigh in exasperation.
'Two years is a lot longer to a girl in love, Kamijou.' He thought to himself as he watched Sayaka nervously fidget with her hands. He had only met Miki Sayaka a few times before, and it was always as a third or fourth wheel, but even he could tell that Sayaka was seriously crushing on Kyousuke, to the point where he found it ridiculous that he hadn't noticed. 'Please confess soon, Miki-san, I don't know how much of this stalemate I can take.' Just then, Sayaka's eyes fell on Nakazawa.
"Oh, hey Nakazawa-kun, when did you get here?" Sayaka asked.
'I was here the whole time!' Nakazawa exclaimed in his head. 'Seriously Kamijou, how could you not have noticed by now, this girl literally only has eyes for you apparently!'
"Oh, well I…" He began, but was interrupted.
"Sayaka-chan, look, look, we're all sitting together!" A young, petit girl with bright pink hair called out to her, waving her hands joyously.
"Oh, really, talk about lucky!" Sayaka replied, equally as enthusiastic. "Hey Kyousuke, where are you sitting?" She asked, a glint of hope in her eyes.
"We were right in the middle of looking for our seats actually." Kyousuke replied a-matter-of-factly.
"Oh, really, sorry for keeping you then." Sayaka sincerely apologized. "I'll let you get back to that… um, hey, if you're free later maybe we could all go get something to eat, or something." She nervously offered.
"I'd love too, but I have rehearsal today, sorry." Kyousuke regretfully declined. Sayaka was disappointed, though she tried not to let it show.
"O-oh, alright, I guess it can't be helped… maybe some other time." Sayaka said, her disappointment evident in her voice. With that she went to meet her friends, Kaname Madoka and Shizuki Hitomi. Nakazawa shot an irritated glare at Kyousuke.
"You're just married to that violin aren't you?" Nakazawa said, regaining his friend's attention.
"Not anymore than you are to your chemistry set." Kyousuke rebuked, completely missing the hidden meaning behind the jab.
"Touché." Nakazawa conceded. Eventually, Nakazawa found his assigned seat, third row from the door, very first seat, right up at the front. He sat down as the bell rang, looking around to see who his neighbors were, there was an empty seat directly to his right, and too his horror, he was surrounded by students that were in his class last year, all having sour looks on their faces once they realized where they were sitting. The teacher walked in through the door, holding a clipboard that presumably had her lesson plan for the day written on it. She stood in front of the class, clearing her throat.
"Alright class, settle down." She said. "Now, my name is Saotome Kazuko, and I will be your homeroom teacher this year." She introduced herself with a kind and welcoming smile. "Now, let's get around to introductions shall we." Saotome stated, calling on the first student in the first row. After a while, it was time for Nakazawa to introduce himself, this was always nerve racking for him, for one particular reason.
"U-uh, my name is Nakazawa Takuya, I-I look forward to working with all of you." He stated a standard introduction, about to sit back down when…
"Oh, so you're the famous Nakazawa-kun." Saotome said, sending a shiver down Nakazawa's spine.
"Uh, y-yeah, I guess." Nakazawa replied, rubbing the back of his head nervously.
"I've heard a lot about you from some of the other teachers, I look forward to having such a bright student in my class." Saotome praised, gaining an awkward chuckle from the young lad. The rest of the introductions continued normally and it was finally time to start class.
"Now class, before we get started, I have something very important to discuss with you, make sure you pay attention." Saotome-sensei announced. A few of the students mumbled their confirmation, sounding strangely irritated to Nakazawa. Suddenly the teacher stomped her foot on the ground and gained a serious look on her face. "When eating cream puffs, do you eat them off plates or eat them by hand? Okay, answer Nakazawa-kun!" She ordered, pointing almost incriminatingly at the boy.
"H-huh…?" Nakazawa stuttered, it took him a moment to process the strange nature of her question, he was wondering if she was even being serious at all, though the look on her face proved that she was. "Um, er… I think either way is fine, but washing the plate after is a bit of a bother, so you might not need it?" He answered, with great uncertainty.
"That is absolutely correct!" Saotome-sensei exclaimed, making Nakazawa jump a little. "It's fine if you don't bring out plates for them! And it goes without saying that you should never judge a woman's charm based on how she serves up cream puffs! Ok, you can sit now."
"Y-yes ma'am." Nakazawa complied.
"Guess this one didn't work out either." Sayaka whispered to Madoka.
"At least she got through introductions first this time." Madoka replied. The girls both had Saotome for their homeroom teacher the previous year, so they were familiar with her outbursts.
"Remember this well girls; never date a picky guy who can't eat cream puffs without a plate!" Saotome-sensei lectured. "As for the boys, remember not to grow up into an adult who finds something wrong about eating something without a plate!" Nakazawa was dumbfounded by this ridiculous situation.
'Just what kind of homeroom teacher do I have?'
"Alright, let's see if we can get someone else to solve this next problem." The math teacher said to the class. Nakazawa immediately came up with the answer, but considering he had just answered the last three problems, the teacher wanted to see if the rest of the class was following along as well. "Mmm, Kaname-san, you come give it a try."
"Eh, y-yes." Madoka nervously complied. She walked up to the board and stared at the problem for a moment, she was clearly struggling to figure out what it was even asking, but eventually she began writing. After a few lines of calculation she boxed her final answer, looking hopefully at the teacher.
"Mmm, I'm afraid that's incorrect." The teacher informed, shocking Madoka.
"I-I'm sorry." Madoka apologized in shame.
"It's quite alright, just make sure you pay more attention." The teacher advised before Madoka was excused to go back to her seat. "Now, can anyone else solve this problem?" He asked. The rest of the students all muttered amongst themselves, they either didn't know the answer, or were too scared to get it wrong in front of the class to even try. The teacher gave out a sigh. "Well, it is just the first day, Nakazawa-kun, can you answer it?" He called, glancing at him.
"Uh, y-yeah." Nakazawa said as he stood up and walked to the board. Instead of completely erasing Madoka's work, he merely corrected what she did wrong, dramatically changing the answer.
"Mm hm, that's correct, very good Nakazawa-kun, keep up the good work." The teacher praised, which Nakazawa couldn't help but smile at.
"Yes sir." He said before returning to his seat. The teacher then continued his lecture, but just as Nakazawa was going to take more notes…
"…Tsk, don't get so full of yourself just because you were born smart…" he heard his classmates whisper to each other.
"…Why is he even here, he's probably smarter than all of the teachers…"
"…I bet he just doesn't have anything better to do than to study all day, loser…"
"…Poor Kaname-san, having to be compared to that know-it-all…"
"…Seriously, just go to collage already and stop making the rest of us look bad…"
Nakazawa just stared at his notes in depression, he should've been used to the insults already, the dirty looks and accusations, but it still got to him from time to time, really, what was so wrong about being smart. Little did he know, up in a corner of the room, a lone spider crawled on its web, it's eight black eyes trained on the depressed looking boy.
And it finally came, the very bane of Nakazawa's existence, gym class. Ordinarily that alone would be enough to ruin Nakazawa's day, but you see Class 2-A happened to share the gym period with Class 2-B, the very class that some of his bullies from the year before were currently in. The larger, menacing looking boys glared at him from across the field as the two classes gathered in the grassy area enclosed by the track.
"Alright, why don't we start with a few laps around the track to get warmed up." The gym coach announced, sending all of the children on their way. Nakazawa started with a light trot, hoping it would help him conserve his energy so he could actually complete his laps.
"Hey there, four-eyes." Nakazawa heard from behind him, making his blood run cold. He turned around to see two of his old bullies approach him, menacing smirks on their faces.
"Eh, h-hey there guys, so you're in Class 2-B this year huh?" Nakazawa said with a nervous smile.
"That's right, too bad huh, looks like we'll only be able to see each other during gym." The second bully replied, the two boys running along side Nakazawa on either side.
"Y-yeah, too bad."
"Hey, you three, pick up the pace!" The coach called out to the three boys, much to Nakazawa's dismay.
"You heard him four-eyes, pick up the pace." One bully said as he shoved Nakazawa forward, forcing him to pick up speed. The bullies ran right behind him, speeding up ever so slightly by the minute, shoving Nakazawa every time he began to slow down, it was torcher.
"By the way four-eyes, can you believe we got homework on the first day of school." One of the bullies stated.
"Yeah, and it's in math class too, how uncool." The other added. "Say four-eyes, you mind doing us a solid and do our homework for us, you know, just like old times?"
"…Why don't you… try to do it… yourself for once…" Nakazawa panted, quickly getting winded.
"Ah come on four-eyes, I thought you liked math." One of them said with a particularly hard shove.
"Yeah, and since you're so much smarter than us, you should be able to do it much faster." The other added, with another shove. They continued to egg him on as they increased in speed, forcing Nakazawa to do so as well, his face drenched with sweat and his breath heavy and practically wheezing. Suddenly, he lost his footing, stumbling a bit as he tried to regain his balance, however, his bullies noticed this as well, and with one final shove Nakazawa fell hard on the ground, sliding forward on the hard surface of the track.
The bullies laughed hysterically at the boy's pain, some of the other students even started joining in, it wasn't abnormal for Nakazawa to trip over himself when exercising, so nobody suspected anything, not even the coach.
"Are you ok, Nakazawa-kun, what happened?" The coach asked as he ran up to him.
"Gah, I-I'm fine, I just…" Nakazawa began. He glanced back at his harassers, both cracking their knuckles as if giving him a warning. "I-I just tripped, that's all," He claimed as the coach helped him to his feet. However, he suddenly felt a surge of pain in his leg, and looked down to see that he had scrapped his knee, a trail of blood dripping from the wound.
"Ah, looks like you scrapped your knee a little there." The coach observed. "Kaname-san, you're the health officer for your class right, can you take Nakazawa-kun to the nurses office?" The coach called over to the side of the field where the girls were doing their own exercises.
"Ah, yes sir!" Madoka replied as she rushed over to the injured teen's side.
"…It's fine, really, I can get there on my own." Nakazawa insisted as he began to walk back to the building. However, not only was his leg hurting, but also he was exhausted from all the running his tormentors forced him to do. He wobbled a bit, about to loose his footing before being caught by the coach.
"Obviously you can't, Kaname-san, please make sure he makes it there safely." The coach instructed.
"Got it!" Madoka said. "Nakazawa-kun, are you sure you can walk?" She asked him with concern.
"Y-yeah, I said I was fine, just need to take it slow." Nakazawa replied, steadying himself before he attempted to walk again, Madoka following closely behind.
"…Wow, I heard he wasn't athletic, but getting winded after just one lap around the track…"
"…What do you expect from a bookworm like him..."
"…Seriously, how lame…"
"…Maybe god made him so smart to make up for his lack of athletic ability…"
Nakazawa's fists tightened as he heard the snickering of his classmates, he didn't know what was worse, being hated for his strengths or being laughed at for his weaknesses. He walked in silence to the door of the main building, truth be told he had almost forgotten that Madoka was even there.
"Um, Nakazawa-kun, are you ok?" She asked, breaking the silence.
"I said I was fine, just a little tired, that's all." Nakazawa replied, a hint of irritation in his voice.
"No, that's not what I meant." Madoka corrected, surprising Nakazawa. "Our classmates have been saying some pretty mean things about you, so I was wondering if you were ok." She explained.
"O-Oh, that…" Nakazawa began, now feeling somewhat guilty about snapping at her. "Yeah, it's fine, I'm actually kind of used to it by now." He insisted, thought Madoka still seemed concerned. "…Oh, by the way… uh, sorry about this morning, showing you up like that in math class." Nakazawa awkwardly apologized.
"Eh, oh it's ok, it was my own fault for not knowing the answer." Madoka responded with a smile.
"Maybe, but… I know it sucks being compared to me, some would even call it unfair, so… sorry." He elaborated.
"Don't worry about it, I'm actually kind of used to that." Madoka insisted.
"Huh, what do you…" Nakazawa wondered out loud, did he ever have this girl in his class before; he didn't think so.
"I don't really have any talents, my grades are average at best, and I'm clumsy when it comes to sports, so I always feel like I'm not as good as others around me. But you're really smart Nakazawa-kun, you're always being praised by the teachers, and you always look like you're having fun when you're up there solving problems on the board. That's why I don't think it's ok for people to make fun of you for being smart, I think it's something you should take pride in… or something like that." Madoka clarified, with an embarrassed giggle at the end. Nakazawa blushed at the girl's praise, he wasn't really used to talking to girls in the first place, let alone receiving any praise from one.
"I-I see… well, thanks I guess." Nakazawa stammered with gratitude.
"Hi, hi, you're welcome." After a few more moments of silence they made it to the nurses office. "Alright, here we are."
"Yeah, thanks, I can take it from here, you can go back to class." Nakazawa said, sliding the door open.
"Ok, see you in class Nakazawa-kun." Madoka said before proceeding to walk back to the track. Nakazawa couldn't help but watch her walk away, thinking about the whole exchange.
'Kaname-san, I think she's friends with Miki Sayaka, right?' He wondered to himself, vaguely remembering the two girls chatting before class. 'She was pretty nice… if only the other students could be more like her.' With that thought he walked into the nurses office, immediately met with a sign that informed him that the nurse was on break.
"Just my luck." He said with a dejected sigh.
The final bell of the day rang through out the school, teachers and students alike looking up to see the time and some more… laid back students jumping a little in surprise as they were stirred from their daydreaming.
"Alright, that's it for today, make sure to read chapters 1 and 2 for tomorrow." The teacher instructed, the students all standing up and stretching from their desks. Nakazawa put away all of his materials in his bag and swung it over his right shoulder before standing from his desk and walking over to the entrance, waiting for his friend to join him. As he stood there, the spider on the wall crawled over to the edge of its web as if to get a better look at him. After a moment of contemplation, the spider descended on a single web line down onto Nakazawa's bag, climbing in without anyone being the wiser.
"Sorry for the wait." Kyousuke said as he approached Nakazawa.
"It's fine." Nakazawa dismissed, leading the way out of the classroom. "You said you had to go to rehearsal today, right?"
"Yeah, so I'll only be able to accompany you part of the way." Kyousuke said with an apologetic look on his face.
"I think I'll tag along actually, I have to go into town anyway to return a book to the library." Nakazawa replied.
The boys took the bus into town and walked the last few blocks to the Mitakihara Concert Hall. Nakazawa always marveled at the large and beautifully constructed building every time he saw it, he still couldn't believe that at such a young age Kyousuke would be playing concerts on the very same stage that other professionals played on, albeit it was just a junior program, but still.
"Well, I better get going, I don't want to be late." Kyousuke said before walking towards the stairs that led to the front entrance.
"Ok, see you tomorrow Kamijou." Nakazawa replied with a friendly wave. He walked through the courtyard in order to reach the sidewalk, but before he could even make it half way, the spider silently crawled out of his bag and up the strap of the bag, which Nakazawa was gripping for support. Without a moment's hesitation, the spider crawled onto Nakazawa's hand, opened its venom soaked fangs, and sunk them into Nakazawa's skin.
"GAH!" Nakazawa cried at the sudden pain, grabbing his right hand just as the spider leaped off. Nakazawa caught a glimpse of the arachnid in the air, landing perfectly on the ground and scurrying off. "A spider, it… bit me…" Nakazawa looked at the bite mark left behind by the spider, suddenly feeling light headed. He struggled to keep his eyes open, and before he knew it he completely lost his balance and fell to the ground with a loud thud. His vision was getting cloudy, and he could vaguely feel his body twitching and saliva falling from his mouth.
"…Hey, Nakazawa, what's wrong…!" Nakazawa could barely hear, along with the fuzzy sight of Kyousuke running up to him. "…Oh god, are you alright… NAKAZAWA!"
…
Nakazawa was floating, just floating peacefully in a dark, empty void of nothingness. There was nothing, only black nothingness surrounded him, he wasn't even sure if his eyes were open or shut. Suddenly, he felt himself press up against something, it gave a little but then wobbled back to its original form, it felt sticky and it covered the entire backside of his body. He looked over and saw that he was caught in what seemed to be a… web.
'Awaken…' A voice called out to him, though it seemed to be coming from his own head. 'Awaken… and fulfill your destiny…' He felt another presence approaching, looking up to see a silhouetted man stand over him, completely uninhibited by the web. 'My brother…' The man said as he began to reach down to Nakazawa.
…
Nakazawa let out a loud gasp as his eyes snapped open, he breathed heavily for a moment as he examined his surroundings. He was staring up at the sky, meaning he was on his back, on a very uncomfortable surface as well.
"Nakazawa!" He heard Kyousuke call to him. He looked around and found his friend putting away his cell phone and rushing up to him. "You woke up, are you ok?" He asked frantically. Nakazawa finally came back to his senses enough to figure out where he was, Mitakihara Concert Hall, more specifically, lying down on a bench in the courtyard.
"Eh… Kamijou, what… what happened?" Nakazawa inquired as he struggled to sit up.
"That's what I'd like to know, you just collapsed and started freaking out. Twitching and foaming at the mouth; I was just about to call an ambulance!" Kyousuke informed him, still somewhat shaken up.
"…How long was I out?"
"A minute, maybe less, any idea what happened?"
"No, I don't think…" Nakazawa began, rubbing his head with his hand. As he lowered it, his eyes fell on the swollen spider bite, a look of realization appearing on his face. "Ah, that spider!"
"Spider?"
"Yeah, a spider bit me, and that's when I collapsed." Nakazawa explained, showing Kyousuke his bite mark.
"Mmm, but would a normal spider bite be able to do something like that?" Kyousuke wondered.
"Probably not… maybe it was an allergic reaction or something." Nakazawa suggested.
"You still want me to call that ambulance?" Kyousuke offered, taking out his phone.
"Nah, I think I'm fine now, though just to safe I'll stop by the hospital on my way home." Nakazawa assured, standing up and grabbing his bag from the ground.
"Are you sure you'll be ok to walk home?" Kyousuke persisted, Nakazawa was physically weak as it was, who knows what the spider bit did to him.
"I'm fine, I'm fine, you just hurry up and get to your rehearsal, they're probably a mess in there without you." Nakazawa said somewhat teasingly, he really did feel fine, as if the incident never happened.
"Well, alright, just don't over do it." Kyousuke replied, grabbing his own bag and violin from the ground.
"I won't, later." Nakazawa waved goodbye and walked towards the exit of the courtyard, Kyousuke was about to leave as well when at the very last minute he remembered something.
"Oh, hey wait," He called back to Nakazawa, regaining his attention. Kyousuke reached into his pocket as he walked back over to him. "Here, I think you're gonna need these." He pulled a familiar looking object out and handed it to him, Nakazawa took a moment to realize just what they were… they were his glasses. Nakazawa looked confused, raising his hand up to touch where they should've been on his face to confirm that they indeed weren't there.
"My glasses, you mean I wasn't wearing them?"
"They fell off when you collapsed, you didn't notice?" Kyousuke replied, puzzled by his friend's reaction. Nakazawa just stared at the object, unused to seeing them so clearly.
"I… had no idea." Nakazawa muttered in disbelief, realizing that, for once in his life, he could see perfectly without them.
A/N: And there you have it, the moment that changed random student c's life forever. You all are probably really confused by what you just read, basically Nakazawa's origin is a mish-mosh of the classic Spider-Man origin, and the origin seen in the Spider-Man Tokusatsu show, with some PMMM mythos thrown in that will all come to light in the second act. At one point, I considered using an OC for this fic, or even just dropping Peter Parker into the PMMM universe with a few tweaks, like I did with my other PMMM story, but I eventually decided to use Nakazawa-kun because, well nobody really uses him, his name was in the character list, but he only appeared as a relevant character in a single crack/drabble fic, and I figured this was a good chance to give him the spotlight. His status as an underdeveloped background character whose name was just happen to know allows me to mold him into whatever I need him to be, which in this case is pretty much a japanese Peter Parker, or as close to that as I can get. Also, the thought of Spider-Man being voiced by Yoshitsugu Matsuoka was just too good to pass up. As for his first name, I don't think he has a canon one, so I named him after the Spider-Man from the tokusatsu show I mentioned earlier. Now this story is pretty much going to be separated into three Acts; Act 1, as you've probably guessed, will tell Nakazawa's origin, how he became Spider-Man and his first encounter with a supervillain (I'm open to suggestions as to who that villain is by the way). Act 2 will take place during the actual series and will show just how dropping Spider-Man into the madness changes things. It'll also explain that first scene in this chapter and what exactly that spider that bit Nakazawa is. I can't really talk about Act 3, since doing so would give away the ending of Act 2, so you'll all just have to wait and see. Well, that's all I have to say for now, I hope you all enjoyed the story, next time we'll see Nakazawa discovering his powers and laying the ground work for his future as Spider-Man. Stay tuned for that, and remember to R&R please.