Disclaimer : lol i wish, chiaki would still be alive if I owned dr.
Hajime Hinata wasn't feeling so well
Maybe it was something he ate? Maybe he accidentally shared chopsticks with someone?
He was burning up, and flipped back and forth on his bed trying to find a comfortable spot. He had constant headaches, and had brief flashes of feeling like his head was shrinking in on him somehow, like he was too large to be contained in his brain.
That's nonsense of course.
How could he possibly not be able to fit in his head? It wasn't like he was gifted with good memory, it wasn't like he had talent like the rest of the Ultimates did. Even Nagito, with all of his self deprecation and his odd obsssion with hope, had a talent. And if he was honest with himself, Nagito was one of the sharpest in the group.
What did he have? Nothing.
He allowed himself to fantasize about what kind of talent that he could possess. Maybe it was something combat oriented, like ultimate soldier. He could help Peko and Nekomaru take down the robots and rescue everybody.
It could be something intellectual, like ultimate strategist or ultimate chess-player. He would be able to use his planning to sneak them off the island and help them all get home. (He could also impress chiaki...)
The best would be something useful, like ultimate detective, so he would be able to solve class trials instantly and they wouldn't have to worry every single time about getting massacared.
In his heart of hearts, he desperatley yearned for a ultimate talent. He wanted something, anything, to define him as something more then what he was. He didn't want to just trudge through life
as a side character
as talentless filth. Only the talented are worthy. Why would anybody care about something as boring as the talentless?
Maybe he just forgot. Maybe he did have some special talent that had yet to reveal itself.
Maybe he should stop lying to himself.
It was obvious from looking at the Ultimates that talent wasn't just that you had, and something that could be simply hidden. Talent was woven through the members of the group and it defined every step they took.
The talent owned them as much as they owned it. Everyone was defined by the talent they had, everyone had dedicated their lives and who they were in pursuit of what they could do.
Hajime was pretty sure that he would remember something like that.
So Hajime silently despaired at his own incomptenence, at his nonexistant potential.
And as he despaired, he felt his headache coming on stronger and stronger until his head felt like it was going to burst at the seems.
Usually these headaches would depart after they had run their course. This one built and built and when he felt like it could build no further it built again.
He screamed as he felt an alien presence engulf his mind, and he screamed even louder when he felt himself tear into two parts.
When he opened his eyes again, they were no longer the gentle eyes of Hajime Hinata.
They were now a harsh, uncaring, red.
Izuru Kamakura cast his gaze about the room.
If you weren't watching closely, you would miss the spark of interest that lit itselft in Kamakura's eyes for an instant. But after that instant had passed, Izuru Kamakura regained the same
expression that he always wore, the expression that someone wore when they solved a problem you were just beginning to grasp.
He noticed the design of the room first, and knew that he was at some sort of vacation house. He remembered nothing of coming here, which was a hint within itself. Nothing in this world was
enough to catch him involuntarily, let alone catch him unawares. He knows that he must be implicit in this somehow. But why a vacation house?
As he looked out the window, he calculated his location using the stars in the sky.
He must be somewhere south of Japan. But that location would put him in the middle of the sea. Maybe there was a floating barge?
If he had just arrived, and if he wiped his own memories to send himself here, this place must have held some facility of purpose.
It was strange that he had no knowledge about such a facility, so it was likely that he wiped his own memories of this place.
But what kind of facility would be interesting enough for him to resort to wiping his own memories?
And what kind of facility this important would have such frivolous buildings, open to the sky and thus open to spy satelites?
There were two destinct possibilities. Since there was no power strong enough to move the stars themselves, it would be possible for the stars, or this place to be an illusion. If it was an illusion, a general simulation or simply a high resolution sky dome would be most likely.
Or,
an organization could have wrested such immense dominance over it's competitors that it controlled all surveillance, and was designing the houses like this to spite or relax the occupants.
Either way was predictable,
and eventually he'll know which one it was.
Kamakura doesn't care enough to sigh.
Kamakura says in the same unchanging montone he always uses
"Boring".
A/N:
Hi!
This is going to be a fic centered around what could have happened if Hajime caught the despair disease when everyone else did.
It might seem like I'm puffing up Izuru to be some generic Gary Stu and making him completely busted, but I really want to shy away from that. I think it's the whole point of Izuru's character to be technically too strong, but inside he's too weak and bored to do anything. He's already made some mistakes here.
I'm getting back into writing, and I would any sort of feedback. Some advice, criticism, or anything really. I'm just begging for reviews here.