Author's Notes : You guys can see where this is heading right?

"Alright class, turn to page fifty seven. Today we'll be starting on a new topic, but first..."

Hishoji looked out the window at the field below. It was such nice weather for sleeping, but here he was, like every other student, listening to the teacher drone on and on in a monotonous voice. The early morning wind blowing through the window was serving to increase his drowsiness. He stretched himself out a little.

"...Hishoji?" The teacher called, looking at him expectantly.

"Huh?" Hishoji stood up half asleep, and rubbed his eyes. "What's going on?"

"Repeat what I just said."

"Uh..."

He told you to stop building castles in the air, and focus on the task at hand. Kuroi said helpfully. It would help if you actually listen for once.

"Not bad," The teacher was visibly impressed as Hishoji gave the correct answer. "Looks like you're paying attention for once."

Hishoji slumped down on his chair again and yawned, casting a glance over to Elizabeth sitting just two seats away to his right. Normally she would be the one paying the most attention in class, but today she seemed to be more engrossed in her thoughts than the lesson itself.

It was not hard to guess what was on her mind though. Hishoji was thinking the same thing, after all. Would any monsters attack today?

"Eh? Did I take a wrong turn?" Volt looked at his surroundings with a look of hopeless confusion. "I was pretty sure this was the route Hishoji and Ayumi took to this school place. Left turn, followed by right, followed by another right, then...crap, I don't remember."

He passed shop after shop on the street, ignoring the looks people were giving him with his Switch Axe sheathed behind his back, finally stopping at a local bookstore which caught his eye.

Upon entering, he found his breath taken away by the sheer amount of books in the store. To the locals, it was merely an ordinary bookstore carrying an ordinary number of books. But to a hunter not of this world, the store seemed to contain at least over a hundred times the amount of books he had seen back in his world.

Volt picked up one of the books which had the word "Diary" etched onto its front cover and skimmed through the pages. They were all blank, of course, but the hunter had no idea what the purpose of the book was.

"Excuse me, but what is this?" Volt walked over to the receptionist and placed the diary down on the table.

"It's a diary," The male receptionist responded curtly, giving the hunter's armor an odd look. He was reading one of the books from the shelf behind him, and being interrupted had placed him in a foul mood, even if it was his job.

"What do you do with it?" Volt had heard of his Felyne companions writing diaries, but he never actually bothered to fill up one of his own. Most of the data of his hunts were recorded by his Felynes instead of him.

The receptionist sighed. "You know, write stuff? About what happened today and all. Maybe the past. Something. Anything. Look, are you buying this or not? I'm kind of busy here."

"So how much does it cost?"

"Five bucks."

"Five? I don't have any spare on me, I'll give you a hundred. Keep the change." Volt tossed a bag onto the table and walked out of the store, leaving the receptionist slightly stunned. You don't get weird people who give you a hundred and tell you to keep the change everyday.

"Just to be sure," The receptionist opened the bag. He had definitely heard the clinking of coins when the hunter threw the bag onto the table, but the contents the bag was not what he had expected. Inside was a hundred coins, each with a weird 'Z' engraved on them. "What the hell is this?"

The receptionist jumped over the counter and ran outside to try and catch the hunter before he could move too far away. But it was difficult to catch someone who was constantly taking random turns through the streets, and he could not leave the stall unattended. Before he knew it the hunter had disappeared, and he was forced to return to the store empty-handed. "Dammit. I've been scammed."

"So, who chose this place to hide in?"The Iodrome spit out some blood on the floor. The other three dromes gave it a look of pity. It had taken the worst of the Great Furogi's poison, after all.

The four of them were moving slowly throughout the city, not yet wanting to return to the sewers where their base was. In their current injured state it was getting difficult to move around, but the sewers was hardly an ideal place for recuperation.

Their current location however, was far from ideal as well. They were in a room which they had used as shelter for the past hour. Earlier on, they had sensed an unfriendly presence approaching them, and were forced to move out of the alley they were hiding in. At least their new shelter seemed to be safe for now. That said, the place absolutely reeked.

"Definitely wasn't me. And it looks like this place is called a toilet," The Velocidrome hopped away from the 'toilet' sign and pushed one of the buttons on the sink. It stared curiously as water began to appear out of the tap. "I wonder what it's for."

"Can't you smell the stench in the air, stupid?" The Gendrome nudged open one of the cubicle doors and entered, emerging out a second later greener in the face and body than usual. "I have a feeling they make Congalala hybrids here."

"I couldn't care less," The Iodrome coughed violently, spitting out even more blood. "If we stay here any longer I believe our lifespans would be cut by half, or worse. Someone find another hiding place pronto."

"Hey you guys, do you feel that?" The Giadrome had approached the entrance of the toilet, and was looking at the wide field in front of its eyes. "Doesn't the static in the air remind you of something?"

A single Hornetaur flew out of the electric fan above them, followed a split second later by a black mass which just managed to throw itself outside the toilet as its body was solidifying.

"There you all are," The four Dromes yelped as the Rajang materialized in front of them. They had not expected the Pegalus to be worried enough to personally go out and retrieve them. "You dromes sure pick weird hiding places."

Hishoji's eyes widened as he saw the Rajang appear from his viewpoint at the window. Of course, what he could see, so could the other two occupying his body. His left hand shot up into the air by itself.

Excuse yourself now Hishoji. Now. Shinki's voice was full of wrath.

"Yes, Hishoji?" The teacher gave a questioning look at him.

Dammit Shinki, stop screwing with my hand!

"Uh, I have to uh, go to the toilet. I have uh, a stomachache," Hishoji was already halfway across the room even as he said this, for Shinki was taking control extremely quickly this time. "I'll be back -hic!- soon."

Elizabeth noticed the tone change in the last word Hishoji said, and raised her hand as well. "I have a stomachache too. Excuse me."

"You too, Elizabeth? Really, kids these days..." The teacher gave her a wave of dismissal, "Just be back soon."

The past, the past... Volt stared at the empty diary in his hands as he sat on the bench. He had walked quite a long way from the bookstore, and while he had not realized it, the school that Ayumi and Hishoji attended was now behind him. While moving he had pondered on the words the receptionist had spoke to him. Specifically, he was wondering about his past.

Try as he might he could not find a single thing to write down in the diary. It was not that he didn't want to write anything, but more like he couldn't, because he had no memory of anything that happened before he was sent to this world.

Strangely enough, he could recall the important parts, about him being a hunter from Yukumo Village, all the monsters he had hunted, how to use his weapons. But he had no intention to fill the book up with such details that even his Felyne Comrades could do for him. Rather, he wanted to write something about his personal life. The more he thought about it, the more he sensed that there was something he was missing.

"Volt!"

Volt almost died of fright from the unexpected cry. The voice was female, and sounded familiar, but it wasn't Ayumi nor Elizabeth. He looked around, and seeing no one nearby who could have called out to him, inferred that the voice was merely in his head.

One of my memories, maybe?

He squirmed uneasily, then turned to look at the wide field behind him. Somehow, the field was sealed up by fences preventing people from entering. A huge building was looming over it, and there was also what seemed to be a small shelter in the far corner. Looking closely, Volt could just about make out an odd black shape in front of the shelter. It did not take long for the memory to click into place. The shape belonged to the same beast he had saw outside the hospital.

He jumped out of his seat, all thoughts about the voice temporary forgotten. As he did however, something else in the distance caught his eye. It was the one approaching that shape from the other end of the field. A monster he had seen countless times in his hunting career.

Jinouga, the Lightning Wolf.