Lost in Time: Chapter 1
World's Most Stupid Author's Notes: Hi, I'm back again with more crap. Hah. Anyway, I realize this part (the author's notes) is kind of pointless, but I'll use this space to clarify some questionable parts in the prologue.
First, to the anonymous reviewer, who commented about Hisoka wearing a yutaka when he was raped, I meant that Muraki was taking off his (and not Hisoka's) clothes. Thank you for the info, though. :D
And second, I don't think penguins can survive the weather conditions in Meifu. So let's just pretend they can… please? (Just so penguins can be a part of my story.)
Thirdly… er… I'm still a bit confused but thank you for the reviews, everyone. You all inspire me to keep writing. :)
December 22, 2007 / 10:45 PM
"What? Are you sure?" asked the disbelieving voice at the other end of the line. "You mean he hasn't come back since yesterday?"
"Yes, I'm sure or else I wouldn't be calling you and…" Hisoka's voice trailed off. His thoughts were a mess and he couldn't find it in himself to keep his voice calm.
"When did you last see him?"
"I… I think it was two days ago. …Yeah, it was." He paused. "He told me he was sick and he was going to take a day-off." Another pause. "And then… I was running late so I just decided to check on him after work.
"Of course I didn't find him there. I looked for him but couldn't find him. I thought he just went away for a while. You know how he does that sometimes? And, and then… same thing happened today. I'm calling from his apartment right now."
Watari was confused. Hisoka was speaking too fast, his pitch alternating from low and husky to shrill with worry.
"Do you know anything else?" Watari asked worriedly.
"No. I just told people at work that he was sick. And I was just about to call Tatsumi but I guess I got the wrong number."
Watari coughed but didn't let the off-handed remark get to him. He figured that Hisoka was too frantic to mind his manners. "Did you ask the other tenants there?"
"Yeah, I did. No one has seen him since the 20th."
Watari pondered for a long moment.
"Well?" Hisoka asked impatiently.
"Well, ah, I'm not really sure. But I think I have an inkling of where — or rather when — Tsuzuki is if I'm right. I'll be there in ten minutes, okay? We'll talk about it."
"Okay." His voice was shaky.
10 minutes later…
Watari and Hisoka sat opposite each other. Hisoka's breathing was labored as he asked the scientist all he knew.
December 23, 2007 / 6:13 AMHisoka looked out the window glumly. Thoughts ran across his mind.
Would he do it?Would he risk everything — his life, his job, and his sanity for God's sake, to save his partner? Of course I would, Hisoka thought. As much as he hated to admit it, Tsuzuki was his life. It was through Tsuzuki that he learned to live again.
Although his resolution was firm, he couldn't help but be afraid of what he was about to do.
Watari told him that the only way to travel back in time was to faster than the speed of light. Hisoka was stunned. The speed of light? Wasn't that three hundred thousand kilometers per hour? How could that be possible? He had argued. Countless questions flowed through his mind and yet there was no concrete answer. How did Tsuzuki do it? And more importantly, why? Why, why, why?
Hisoka rubbed his head. There was no answer.
It was in the early hours of the morning — possibly four, that they had come up with a solution. It wasn't perfect… they weren't even sure of its efficacy. The consequences of their 'solution' could be very well be fatal to Hisoka, Watari had commented. Hisoka, however, said that he'd think it over but he would surely take the risk. It wasn't very comforting, this half-truth, but it was the only answer they had.
Hisoka checked the propaganda flyer he held one last time. Yes — this was it. People Power: Overthrow this country's tyrannical rule at December 23, 1PM sharp; cry out on any public property you wish. -1-
Later that day, at 1:30 PMWatari held Hisoka's arm. Both were unsure and afraid.
"Are you really sure that you want to do this?"
"Of course I am!" Hisoka snapped, but he regained himself a moment later. This was Watari — he was only doing his best to help him. There was no reason to be angry; he was just anxious. "I'm sorry. I mean, I'm doing this for him…"
Watari nodded in understanding and pulled Hisoka by the arm…
…And into the crowd…
…Into the crowd, and…
Into his head…3-
The angry mob was yelling and pushing each other about. Half of Nagasaki's population — around two hundred thousand citizens had come on this day of chaos and upheaval. They were all intent to make a mark on Japanese history.
Hisoka found it ironic that this day of change in the nation should coincide with this day of change in his and Tsuzuki's partnership.
Hisoka cleared his head of all thoughts and forcefully let his barriers slip. He concentrated on feeling the each of the rally-goers' emotions, letting it the anger of the mass fill him.
In a flurry of feelings, he did not notice that he was not with Watari anymore.
I hate this country. …Going to hell! Going to hell!Mama… Papa… where are you? Please help…
This fucking country can go fuck itself nothing's ever going to change just fuck it all…
NO MORE SHIT!
This is the last straw.
You're going down —
Hisoka cried out in pain. The anger was surging through him. He couldn't feel anything but anger and despair. He couldn't see anything clearly, but he was painfully aware of every sound and every thought that each person in the crowd uttered.
He screamed again. It seemed that his voice was the loudest of all the people and the crowd cheered him on.
I'm going to kill myself…I'm sorry, for leaving you alone… I must leave the country — they're after me.
Oh god no, oh god no, my daughter! My baby! What did you do with her, you government scum!
Heeelp!
Go away. It's not safe… the police are coming; stay strong, Hisoka… Hisoka…Hisoka.
With one final scream, the boy slipped into unconsciousness, his body pressed between two bulky bodies, unable even to fall…
May 19, 2005 / 2:00 PMHisoka opened his eyes. He couldn't see anything properly; everything was a blur.
The details of his time-traveling attempt came back to him. His head hurt from thinking about it.
He blinked once, twice. The room he was staying at swam into focus.
"Huh…?"
Tsuzuki, who was using a laptop with Gushoshin, looked up from his work to Hisoka. Hisoka's heart beat faster — faster than it had even done in his life, when a violet pair of eyes looked at him straight in the eye and then blinked.
"Oh, you're awake!" Tsuzuki chirped happily. "You fell asleep after drinking some wine and —"
Hisoka interrupted him. "Tsuzuki, what day is it?"
Tsuzuki looked confused for a moment.
"Hisoka, it's May 19, 2005. Why?"
—— to be continued
More notes: Please review. All suggestions and constructive criticism welcome. By the way, there's going to be an omake! (Actually, might be an omake is more accurate…) XD Here's a crude summary of what to expect:
Hisoka screws up big time. He time travels to the year 1824 accidentally. He meets Muraki's ancestors and discovers that pedophilia runs in the family.
1 – I'm sorry about the lame title, but it was all I could think of! I know some Filipinos are still sensitive about the People Power… let's just say this is my little tribute to the people who stood up for our country's (Philippine's) freedom. I'm sorry to all Japanese folks out there. Your president does not rule in tyranny! '
2 – Yep, I made the Nagasaki arc occur on May 19, 2005… making it today. I'm sorry for any inconsistencies but the anime/manga never mentioned any dates, did it? -;;
3 – Two of the sentences were taken from Batman: Broken City without permission. I just thought it sounded nice. Mkay I'll shut up now, the notes are getting too long.
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Again… please review! It was because of reviews that I continued writing this old story. See the power of reviewing? –hint, hint!-
