All you could do was stand by silently as the group around you prepped for departure. Arms still tied and now tethered to a tree, there was no one exactly watching you, but you could still feel the piercing gaze of the General. This Bakugou was a tall man, brawny and intimidating. From what you had seen so far, he perfectly matched the description of a leader of an army from this era, or the era you thought they were trying to depict. These people had to be reenactors of some kind or maybe activists who believed in the old ways. Whatever the case may be, they were extremely convincing, and that didn't just include the way they acted.

Their clothing, equipment, mannerisms, and speech all matched what you had just recently learned in class, and from just being a resident in Japan. The biggest thing that struck you as odd was that you could have sworn you recognized the name 'Bakugou' as if it were something you had read somewhere before. Maybe this guy was trying to imitate a famous officer, taking to his role more seriously than what was probably necessary. The shattered remains of your phone before you only heightened your annoyance at these actors, and you hoped that they were represented by someone who could either give you money for it or replace it in general.

He wasn't the only one to be taking this all so seriously. This Tsuyu woman was just as serious, currently stroking down the length of a black horses muzzle, whispering to it sweetly as the enormous creature towered over her. The tiny woman that took you down couldn't be more than five foot tall, yet you imagined that she could hold her own against any of the men here. In total, you counted six people, two of them being women. You hoped that perhaps they would show you some sympathy, maybe even let you go to return to your friends while the leaders weren't looking. You hoped but knew it was unlikely.

Your attention was pulled away from Tsuyu as laughter erupted from two of the other men, one with spiked red hair and the other with messy yellow locks. They both seemed cheerful and friendly, nothing like the grump of a man that stood a ways away from them, adjusting the reigns on his beautiful palomino horse. The mare was impatiently stomping her hooves into the ground, and you thought for a moment that they seemed like the perfect pair. He seemed so gentle with her, talking softly to calm her obvious annoyance and running his hand along the length of her strong neck. It was… cute.

"What is your name." Tsuyu addressed you as she approached, leading her horse forward by the reigns. Tearing your eyes away from Bakugou, you looked at her before back at the horse, finding yourself horribly intimidated by its size.

"It's… [F/n] [L/n]."

"Well, [L/n], we are prepared to travel now. You will be riding on my sweet Yonaka. He will watch you closely." Tsuyu gave the horse a gentle pat on the neck, and you couldn't help but give a small jump as the huge animal snorted in response to his name. Every inch of the horse was pitch black with just a hint of blue in the areas that were touched by the sun. A magnificent warhorse to be sure, and the thought of riding such a creature made you nervous.

"H-he's beautiful but… why are you giving me a horse to ride? Aren't I… a prisoner? I could just use him to get away." You shuffled nervously on your feet as Tsuyu walked behind you, untying the rope that kept you tethered to the tree.

"That's not possible. We aren't going to be untying your arms, and Yonaka will not follow instruction from anyone but myself and General Bakugou. He's the most well behaved of the group. You can try to control him, but you'll quickly see that he'd rather throw you off than listen to you. Come." Tsuyu took you by the upper arm, leading you over to the side. This horse was at least seventeen hands tall and how Tsuyu expected you to get on without the use of your arms was something you couldn't quite comprehend.

"How do I… I mean, I don't think I can get myself up without arms."

"Well-" Before Tsuyu could answer your question, Bakugou came around the front of the horse, glaring down at the two of you in obvious annoyance.

"I said it's time to move out, get your ass on the horse." He hissed at you, reaching up to stroke the cheek of the animal as Yonaka sniffed his hair, nearly his entire muzzle vanishing within the fluffy blonde depths. Once again, he seemed so kind to the horse, though his words sounded like nothing but venom. You couldn't help but to glower up at him in frustration, finding that your exhausted state shortened your patience significantly.

"I would if my arms weren't tied. I can't exactly pull myself up, can I- EEK!" A shriek left your lips as you were suddenly swept off your feet, your flailing body hoisted up onto the horse with ease. Bakugou's strength shocked you in that moment as he got you settled into place on the saddle, needing very little adjustment from you, apart from swinging your leg over to the opposite side so you were sitting appropriately. "Y-You could have warned me!"

One strong hand still firmly on your thigh, Bakugou took it upon himself to tie your rope to the horse. You couldn't stop the violent blush that ravaged your cheeks, finding that his touch embarrassed you greatly. Sure, you weren't exactly new to a man touching you, but you had never quite had the attention of a man this attractive. Even if that attention was to throw you up onto a horse with no regard for your opinion.

"If I hear you even try to give a single command to this horse, regardless of the fact that he won't listen, then I will kill you. Any attempt to flee or yell out will be the same punishment. Do you understand me, Demon?" Bakugou ignored your complaint, his glare making your stomach race violently. You didn't doubt for a second that he meant every word of his threat, though it was so oddly paired with him guiding your foot into the right side stirrup. Swallowing hard against your dry throat, you managed a nod, fixing your left foot into place yourself. "Yeah, sure…"

"What a disrespectful witch." Bakugou gave a rough final tug to the rope that tied your arms to the horse's saddle, making you wince and cry out a bit from the uncomfortable feeling, though it didn't hurt. "I don't know where you come from or who you think you are, but you will address me with respect. I've already shown you more mercy than what you're worth."

"Then why not just get rid of me?" You kept your glare locked with his, though your vision was blurry with tears from the verbal mistreatment. "I've done nothing wrong to be treated this way by you people. All I want is to find my friends and go home!"

"I don't believe you. You're out here screaming and yelling in the middle of nowhere, with some strange item and dressed in rags that not even a whore would deem appropriate. Until I find out what you really are and what you know, you're not leaving my sight." With that, the blonde left, heading back to his horse and pulling himself up onto the saddle. You could only glare after him, though you were startled a bit as Tsuyu gave a firm whistle from beside you. With that, the only horse that did not hold a rider approached her, prancing towards her in an eager manner.

This bay colored horse was smaller and incredibly agile looking, with barely anything on it compared to the rest of the warhorses in the party. Tsuyu pulled herself up onto it, even as it shifted in its spot with excited anticipation. "[L/n], I will be leaving the party to continue my duties. Yonaka will be gentle with you."

You felt a twinge of worry at the fact that she was leaving, even though you had no real reason to feel attached or trusting of her. So far, she was the only one to treat you with some sense of kindness, and you feared more mistreatment would fall upon you without her presence. "O-okay… I have one question, though… What company are you working under?"

"Company?" Tsuyu gave a confused shake of her head. "We work for our Lord and no one else."

"This whole reenactment thing, you have to be sponsored by some company or… program or something."

"We are not performers. Whatever you are thinking, you are mistaken. I…" She turned her gaze back towards where you assumed the shrine was. "I cannot say anything else without the General's approval." Reaching across, she took hold of Yonaka's reigns, leading him forward along with the rest of the party to exit the clearing they had been in. Your body jolting a bit with the horse's movements, you had to hold on tightly with your legs, wishing they would at least tie your arms to the front of you so you could hold on.

Though, you supposed that it didn't really matter. You were feeling lost and hopeless at this point, with no way to contact anyone to help you and no mercy from your captors. All you had to do was try to hold out until the end, until this whole little play was over and you could drag the company of this idiotic reenactment into a lawsuit that you would surely win. Unless… this truly was something otherworldly.

Had you really been thrown back in time? Was that even something that was possible? Were you actually talking to people who had been dead for at least over five hundred years? As you exited the brush and out into the open, you felt as if the universe was giving you your answer. There was nothing there that you had recognized on the drive up the hill. Everything was flat, except for a few select sections of growing forests that were still young. The highway, power lines, and even the city in the distance were all gone. There was nothing but nature, rolling hills, and an endless beautiful blue sky, completely void of city smog.

"W-where am I?" The question left your lips without a single thought, staring out in awe at the unfamiliar landscape. Tsuyu had brought Yonaka up beside Bakugou's horse, turning over the reigns to her General. Bakugou gave a small scoff, pulling your eyes to him.

"We're nearly a weeks ride outside of Kyoto, though that is not the direction we are going. You sure are good at playing the fool." With a click of his tongue, he spurred his horse to move forward, Yonaka following along. You felt stunned, weak and so sick to your stomach you were sure you'd vomit if there was anything in there to begin with. Instead of verbal panic, all you could do was sit there, nearly in a comatose state.

It was nearly impossible to accept, but it was the only logical explanation. You truly had been thrown into the past. To what era, you were currently unsure, but you assumed it would be revealed to you in time.

And time you definitely had. You traveled along at a pace that was only slightly faster than casual lumbering, the entire group nearly silent except for the sounds the horses made with each step. By the time there was finally a voice that pulled you out of your deep thoughts, the sun was beginning to set, and you could suddenly feel how burning hot your skin was.

"Let's stop here for the night," Bakugou called back to the party, having found a safe place to rest. You couldn't quite find the energy to bother looking around, your throat burning with the need for water and arms aching from being tied in the same position. As Yonaka came to a stop, you almost felt like you were going to slide right off the saddle, but a presence on your right side kept you up. Bakugou was working to untie your rope that kept you connected to the horse, his expression much calmer than what you had seen so far.

"Swing your leg around." He gave a vague hand motion with his words, and with much effort, you brought you left leg up over the girth of the horse to sit sideways on the saddle. You didn't have much time to complain as Bakugou took your hips, pulling you off the horse and onto the ground with ease. Body suddenly rushing with embarrassment at being so close to him, you took a step back, though your legs felt like jelly. "T-thank you…"

With a simple grunt, he grabbed you by the shoulder and turned you around, untying the bindings that held your arms. His movements were rough and inconsiderate of your comfort, but just the fact that he was unbinding your arms flooded you with relief. "Trust me, now?"

"No, Demon." Bakugou kept a grip on your left wrist once the bindings were undone, turning you around to face him again. "I just know how painful sitting with your arms like that is. You seem frail."

It was true, your arms were absolutely killing you, the tingling feeling of the blood rushing through them enough to make you want to cry. "I-I'm not frail, but that does hurt." You could only watch as he used the same bindings to instead tie your wrists together in the front of your body, though he kept them quite loose without enough slack for you to be able to escape or use a weapon. "Aren't you… scared I might try to run?"

"You'd be a fool." Bakugou snarled as he worked, his glare flashing up to your face for just a moment. "You would die before you got far. There is no water source around here for miles, the heat would take you before anything else."

"I suppose… Where is Tsuyu?"

"You just now realized she hasn't been with us? Where she is is no concern of yours. She took Gama and will not rejoin with us until we reach the castle."

"'Gama'? That horse's name is a toad? He did seem quite jumpy." Your joke had no effect on him, just an annoyed cock of his eyebrow. You gave a small sigh, following him towards where the rest of the group was preparing camp. No sense of humor, huh. Great, I'm stuck with an asshole. Why couldn't I be found by a super handsome, sweet and caring General that would believe every word I say! Instead, I got a super handsome, grumpy and mean General that looks at me like I'm a bug.

With the command of a single point of a finger, you sat down where told, taking the chance to stretch out your legs in front of you. Riding such a large horse for so long was quite painful, but you had a feeling that you were going to have to get used to it. There was no way that they were going to let you go, nor were they going to take you anywhere you requested. How far is it to this castle he mentioned…? I hope it's not more than a few days, I already feel like I'm gonna die.

After watching the group set up the temporary camp, which was literally just blankets on the ground around a small fire, you were approached by the redheaded man, who had a gentle smile on his face. "You look like you could use some water." As he squatted down in front of you, he pulled the cork from a brown flask out with his teeth, before handing you the pouch. Carefully so as to not spill, you took it and began to drink, going slowly as to not upset your stomach. You let out a relieved sigh as the water cooled your burning throat, smiling up at the man with gratitude.

"Thank you, I did really need that." As you took another sip, you took the chance to glance over him for just a moment. He was just as brawny as Bakugou, though he had a much kinder face. One thing you couldn't help but notice was the fact that the colors of his clothing didn't quite… match. It was very eccentric, and the cloth that covered his chest was adorned with two red dragons. He seems… also very familiar. As you finished with the water, you handed it back to him, watching as he popped the cork back into the flask. "Uhm… May I ask who you are?"

There was a slight, worried furrow of his brow as he took a quick glance back at his General, who was busying himself with starting a fire. "Aah, well… I suppose it wouldn't hurt for me to tell you. Just don't curse me, yeah?"

You gave a small giggle, finding his grin infectious. "I couldn't if I wanted to… I'm not a witch or a demon…"

"Ah, I can't say that for sure, but you are different. Either way, I'm Eijirou Kirishima, one of the Officers in Bakugou's branch of our military. You'd hear most people call me Red Dragon Kirishima, though, and I have no idea where that nickname could possibly have come from." His sarcasm made you laugh once again, especially as he gestured to the dragons on his clothing. "But, if it's easier, you can call me Kiri. I'm not all high and mighty to demand formalities."

"Hey, Shitty Hair, don't be conversing with that witch!" Bakugou's voice suddenly snapped from his place by the fire, making you both jump a bit. "She could curse you!"

Although you should be hurt by the comment, the slight roll of Kirishima's eyes and wry smile kept you calm, glad to see that you weren't the only one who found the outburst to be unwarranted. Still, Kirishima stood, heading towards the fire. "Yes Sir, I was just giving her some water is all, she seemed thirsty. Besides, if she curses me, I'll just be sure to turn around and curse you!"

"Shut up! Don't make me kill you, smart ass!"

The way the party laughed made you feel more at ease, their comfort level with each other admirable. In fact, you wished that you could be more welcomed, to not be treated like such a burden or dangerous person. The small amount of joy that you had felt talking to Kirishima faded as they all settled around the fire to eat, leaving you on the outskirts alone. Although you felt dejected, you could understand. Bakugou had to protect those in his group, and if that meant keeping you distant, then he would. You would do the same if it meant protecting those closest to you, if you were ever to see any of them again.

With a sigh, you brought your knees up to your chest, hiding your face in them. You sat in solitude for a long while until you felt a nudge to your foot, prompting you to look up, vision blurry in your groggy state. Skewered on a stick, there was some type of animal meat being offered to you by Bakugou, who was currently chewing away at his own.

"Rabbit." He spoke with a full mouth, nudging the morsel closer towards your face. Carefully, you took it from him, the thought of eating a rabbit making your stomach churn a bit. But, you were so hungry that you would probably eat anything that was offered to you, and the fact that you didn't know when the next meal would come lingered on your mind.

"Thank you. I'm surprised you're wasting resources on me."

"Tch, are you stupid? What would be the point of all this if you died? Eat the damn rabbit and then lay down. We have a long day of traveling tomorrow." With that, he left you alone to eat, devouring his own food like he hadn't eaten in days. You enjoyed watching the group as they ate, chatting quietly and passing around a flask which you assumed with filled with alcohol. It pained you a bit to know that all these people were long dead, but you could have sworn you recognized the two names you had learned so far.

I have to figure out who these people are… Then maybe I can become friendly with them and earn my freedom...