With the sudden transition, I jolted out of bed. What the hell? As it seemed, the butterfly saved my life. I was back here to change my future... again. It seemed that Yashiro had escaped from prison and had come to exact his revenge upon me. In turn, "Revival" activated, and I was taken back to save my own life. I don't know what, but whatever or whoever granted me with "Revival" must have wanted a happy life for me. But no time for questions. I checked the calendar. It was the day of my "death", or the day I went into a coma, to stay there for 15 years. I need to stop myself from drowning. This time, however, I knew exactly what I needed to do to fix my future here. I got out of bed, and changed. While I was preparing my backpack, I slipped a pair of scissors in one of the pockets. This will do.

I bid Kã-san farewell, explaining to her I would be a bit late. At school, the day passed very slowly. I knew I was watching a serial killer teach children. I couldn't show it, though. My plan was to let the events play out as normal.. but when Yashiro let me roll into the water, I would cut myself free. Just thinking about this made me sweat: I almost burst in joy when the bell rang. As happened last time, Kenya and the others came to me just as the bus was leaving, explaining where Misato was going.

I finally arrived at the hockey rink, ignoring the chill I felt while entering, unlike where I had taken notice last time. Eventually, Misato went to the lady's room, as happened last time. I wasn't worried this time, I just had to let events play out like last time. Yashiro burst in with a sucker in his mouth. We talked about Misato for a moment, me imitating my previous self like last time. Yashiro and I got in the car and had our conversation about the cover-up for changing the future. I even made the mistakes I did last time, on purpose. Eventually, we drove under the bridge, and I offered him a candy like last time. This was playing out perfectly. A bead of sweat formed on my brow when he started confessing to his evils. I told myself not to worry, as I had everything planned out. We finally stopped in the vacant area, and I feigned concern over my seatbelt. I did change one thing, though:
"It seems like you've seen the future," Yashiro sneered at me.
I gave my fiercest gaze, "I have!" I exclaimed, as quietly as possible.
His face gave a surprised, but worried look, "Well, it doesn't matter anyway. You're going to die today," he said, the biggest smirk I'd ever seen on his face emanating with pure evil. He said no more. He unzipped the basketball and lodged it into the pedal. "Yashiro! You bastard!" I called. The car rolled into the water, the windshield cracking.

Now it was time to change the future.

I pulled this scissors that I had moved into my pockets out. Struggling against the weight of the water, I cut the strap. It slithered away from my body, and I was free. Before the car could completely go under, I hit the windshield as hard as I could with the scissors. The glass bust, and I crawled out from the passenger's seat, blood dripping as I was cut on the remaining glass. Yashiro had turned his head, and by then hadn't noticed the glass breaking over the sound of rushing water. Immediately, I climbed out of the water.

"Yashiro!" I called to the figure in the black coat. He whipped around, face astonished.
"H.. how!?" he said, completely in awe.
"I told you. I've seen the future," I said deviously, as I held up my scissors.
He couldn't think of anything. He backed away slowly, as I followed after him faster than he could back up.
"It doesn't matter if you escape or not. I'm the witness, and you are proven guilty," I said triumphantly. At that point, he realized he was screwed. He hadn't prepared any measures if I had escaped the car. Then, a police car rolled around the corner. A man got out.
"Goku Yashiro, you are under arrest for attempted murder."
"What!?" he exclaimed.
"I tipped off the police on a public phone before going to the rink."
"How!? How can this happen!?" he shouted.
"I told you. I saw the future."

I spoke to another officer. According to them, they had watched the attemped murder play out, under my instruction to let them. Good thing they had trusted me. To my relief, they didn't ask questions. Only Yashiro would know of my "future-seeing" powers. I told them that they might want to search his house, too.

That night I walked home unharmed.