Chapter 2: Tokito Akanuma
The market was crowded as usual. I had to buy so many supplies for my mother. If only I didn't have to hide my abilities in daylight.
Carrying an already heavy basket of vegetables, I still had to go to the meat places to get sides of beef and pork and maybe some chicken. So many things to bring...I could probably hire a cart later...
"Ah!"
"Hey, watch it!"
I stumbled and fell on the ground. My basket flew from my hands and who knows where it went. I even hit a rock on the ground, and now my palm was bleeding.
"Oh my god..." I said, looking at my hand. I was about to heal it, but I just remembered that I was in public. Darn it all!!
"Oh, gee I'm sorry miss, Let me help you up," a voice of someone I don't know said to me. I was too busy with my hand to care. Then suddenly there was a hand in front of me to help me up. Why not? I accepted with my uninjured hand.
When I looked up, a strapping young man pulled me up. He was probably my age. He was tall, had brown hair, and wore a red cloth tied around his head and an open shirt. I couldn't help but look up at him. He looked so out of the ordinary. He looked like a man with a dark past and a bad side, but he didn't show it.
Suddenly, a vision came to me. Men of military and militia were talking, and then there was so much shooting out of nowhere. A young child was amongst the shooting, and the captain of the militia tried to save him at the expense of his own life. So much shooting...they arrived at a cliff, and the captain said something to the child before pushing him off the cliff and into the river... "Aaah!!"
"Miss! What is it?"
It was the young man who helped me who said this. He was looking down at me and was seated beside me while I was lying down.
I sat up. I found myself in a room. I didn't know where I was. I looked at my hand, and my wound was gone. I must've unconsciously healed myself.
"Miss, are you okay?" the man who helped me asked.
"Yes, I think," I answered. "Where am I?"
"You're in a clinic. You fainted in the market so I brought you here," he answered.
I nodded. "That was very thoughtful of you. Thank you," I said.
The man blushed a little and scratched his head. "No problem. I would've done what anyone would've done."
I suddenly remembered my vision. The boy, the one who was pushed off the cliff, was this guy! I saw his past, his memories, when I touched him. This doesn't happen to everyone I touch. He must have a great significance in something...
"May I know your name?" I asked him.
He was taken aback. He looked at me for a moment, as if to make sure that I really asked him. Finally, he answered, "Sanosuke Sagara."
"Thank you," I said. "I'm Tokito Akanuma."
"Nice to meet you," Sanosuke answered, though he seemed very awkward to the situation.
"I would like to thank you for bringing me here, Sanosuke," I said, holding his hand unintentionally. He suddenly tensed up, but I continued. "Not everyone would've been so kind to bring me somewhere safe if they were faced with your situation."
Sanosuke blushed. He couldn't answer, really. He just kept looking at my hand on his.
The market was crowded as usual. I had to buy so many supplies for my mother. If only I didn't have to hide my abilities in daylight.
Carrying an already heavy basket of vegetables, I still had to go to the meat places to get sides of beef and pork and maybe some chicken. So many things to bring...I could probably hire a cart later...
"Ah!"
"Hey, watch it!"
I stumbled and fell on the ground. My basket flew from my hands and who knows where it went. I even hit a rock on the ground, and now my palm was bleeding.
"Oh my god..." I said, looking at my hand. I was about to heal it, but I just remembered that I was in public. Darn it all!!
"Oh, gee I'm sorry miss, Let me help you up," a voice of someone I don't know said to me. I was too busy with my hand to care. Then suddenly there was a hand in front of me to help me up. Why not? I accepted with my uninjured hand.
When I looked up, a strapping young man pulled me up. He was probably my age. He was tall, had brown hair, and wore a red cloth tied around his head and an open shirt. I couldn't help but look up at him. He looked so out of the ordinary. He looked like a man with a dark past and a bad side, but he didn't show it.
Suddenly, a vision came to me. Men of military and militia were talking, and then there was so much shooting out of nowhere. A young child was amongst the shooting, and the captain of the militia tried to save him at the expense of his own life. So much shooting...they arrived at a cliff, and the captain said something to the child before pushing him off the cliff and into the river... "Aaah!!"
"Miss! What is it?"
It was the young man who helped me who said this. He was looking down at me and was seated beside me while I was lying down.
I sat up. I found myself in a room. I didn't know where I was. I looked at my hand, and my wound was gone. I must've unconsciously healed myself.
"Miss, are you okay?" the man who helped me asked.
"Yes, I think," I answered. "Where am I?"
"You're in a clinic. You fainted in the market so I brought you here," he answered.
I nodded. "That was very thoughtful of you. Thank you," I said.
The man blushed a little and scratched his head. "No problem. I would've done what anyone would've done."
I suddenly remembered my vision. The boy, the one who was pushed off the cliff, was this guy! I saw his past, his memories, when I touched him. This doesn't happen to everyone I touch. He must have a great significance in something...
"May I know your name?" I asked him.
He was taken aback. He looked at me for a moment, as if to make sure that I really asked him. Finally, he answered, "Sanosuke Sagara."
"Thank you," I said. "I'm Tokito Akanuma."
"Nice to meet you," Sanosuke answered, though he seemed very awkward to the situation.
"I would like to thank you for bringing me here, Sanosuke," I said, holding his hand unintentionally. He suddenly tensed up, but I continued. "Not everyone would've been so kind to bring me somewhere safe if they were faced with your situation."
Sanosuke blushed. He couldn't answer, really. He just kept looking at my hand on his.