A dog raced past me as a tennis ball sailed over head, the sun beating down on me and a breeze brushing my hair as I stood in the middle of a field, and not just any field, but a backyard.

"Why am I here again?" I muttered to myself. The dog ran past me again, but with the tennis ball in his mouth this time. I slapped a limp hand against my face.

"Oi, why are you just standing there?" a voice that annoyed the hell out of me came out of nowhere, "Have you been stunned by Ore-sama's beauty?"

I turned to see Atobe Keigo right behind me, a smug smile on his face, "Atobe, why the hell am I here?"

He flipped his hair back, "You should be honored that you're even allowed to step foot here."

I sighed and started to walk towards the mansion, "I'm leaving."

A hand pulled me back, "Now wait a minute-"

A sound echoed in my ears, my leg whipping out to knock the taller male to the floor as I hit the ground, instinctively reaching for my right thigh to feel nothing but my jeans.

"How dare you do that to Ore-sama?"

I relaxed slowly, "A gunshot…" I muttered.

He gave me an odd look as he fixed his hair, "What nonsense are you talking about? A gunshot, ridiculous."

I sat up and looked at my trembling hands, "But I could have sworn-"

"Why are your jeans wet?"

I looked down to my right leg and saw a dark spot growing on my black jeans. I reached down to touch it and red stained my fingers.

"How did you-"

I looked up at the rich male and got up, running from him.

"Wait!" he called, but I ignored him.

I took one step before my leg collapsed on me, gasping in pain and brows furrowed.

I could hear footsteps as they reached my side, "Kirigaya?" I heard his uncharacteristically panicked voice enter my ear. I looked up at him, unable to reply, "Davide, get the doctor!"

"Wait, Atobe!"

I felt the world shift.

It was a bright sunny day, a large city with cobblestone streets, old cars passing us by.

"Hey, are you listening to me?"

I looked at the woman in front of me, a million emotions going through my body. I unknowingly pulled on my t-shirt sleeve, "Sorry," a voice that was familiar yet not escaped my mouth, "It's just been a long time since I've been out of uniform." I looked down and saw I was wearing jeans and a regular t-shirt.

"It's fine dear, I'm just glad I get to see you." Her face was dark, I couldn't see it clearly at all; but her hair was a light brown, wavy, and long. It smelled of roses and dye.

"I'm glad to see you t-"

A gunshot blared in my ears and my leg exploded in pain, stars reaching my vision.

People fled the area, the woman started to drag me off .

She died and I was left to bleed out before my team arrived.

The world shook.

I felt myself being lift up, a bark in my ear, "You'll be fine Kirigaya, alright?"

I felt light headed, "Atobe…"

I felt light headed as I gasped for breath in the alleyway, crying my heart out for my dead sister by my feet, "Diana…"

I woke up to the dim light of the sunset, in what looked like a doctor's office, on a pristine white bed, with no one inside.

I looked around and saw my phone at the bedside table. I reached for it and got my messaging up open. I started a new message, a message for Sanada.

Me: It happened again, someone else has found out my secret.

Almost immediately I got a response.

Fuku-Buchou: Who Kirigaya? Tell me a name.

Me: Atobe Keigo, of Hyotei Gakuen.

I waited for a response for a few minutes but eventually got one.

Fuku-Buchou: Where are you?

Me: At his place, I assume. Do you know him?

I asked, knowing full well his relationship with Atobe.

Fuku-Buchou: I'll be there in thirty minutes to pick you up, no objections.

I stared at the message for a minute before replying.

Me: Fine.

I ran a hand through my hair, sighing loudly, feeling the pain in my leg.

"Who did you contact?"

I looked towards the door and saw Atobe himself, standing in the doorway, I answered him calmly, "Someone to pick me up."

He looked me over. "You're not hurt."

I nod.

"But there was blood everywhere."

I nod again.

He sighed as he looked at me, licking his dry lips, "I just don't understand how this happened."

I opened my dry mouth, "It's a long story, a story even I wouldn't believe."

He frowned, "Try me."

"Imagine…" I started out warily, "Imagine a war torn world, of rebels and a corrupt government, in which a young soul was forced into the life of rebel, taught to be a soldier, a fighter, a killer."

"What…" he trailed off, "What are you saying?"

I swallowed, "I lived a life in that world, tortured, forced to kill, fighting. But died," I paused, "And started to live in this lifetime."

He shook his head, "That's not possi-"

"I knew how to shoot a gun since I was able to hold a gun. I know torture tactics you wouldn't be able to even imagine." I said coldly, "My body in this lifetime gets the injuries my past body received, at the same time, age, and moment from my past life." I meet his wide eyes, "I've seen humans go to the darkest places to achieve what they want, Atobe Keigo, there's a reason why I am called the 'soldier'."

He gaped at me wordlessly as I went into my life in detail. Just as I was nearing the end of my tale, the door burst open.

We both looked to the door and there stood Sanada wearing a traditional kimono, "Kirigaya, get out of bed, let's go."

I nodded and started to get out of bed, hiding the pain my leg.

"Davide," Atobe called out, "Get a wheelchair for Kirigaya here and a car ready to take them home."

The servant, who had come out of nowhere, bowed, "Sir."

Sanada looked at Atobe, "Atobe, I took a cab here, there is no need for a car."

"Spencer," Atobe called out again, "Pay off the cab," he said, holding out a wad of money. The servant bowed and went on his way.

Sanada narrowed his eyes, "Atobe," he started.

Atobe held up his hand, looking to me, "I didn't know you went to Rikkaidai."

I nodded slowly.

He looked to Sanada, "I promise not to say a word about his… condition."

As soon as I was settled in the wheelchair and I was wheeled out and about to get in the car, Atobe called out to me.

"Kirigaya," I looked towards him and he spoke again, warily, "Who is Diana."

I felt a chord strike within me and I narrowed my eyes at him, "My dead sister."

Sanada and I were relatively quiet as we sat in the back of the limousine Atobe had sent us off in.

"How much did you tell him?"

I looked at Sanada, my eyes cold, "Everything."

He nodded to himself and looked to the driver, "Drop us off at Rikkaidai."

The driver shook his head, "I have been ordered by master Keigo to take you two ho-"

"You will take us to Rikkaidai or I will not hesitate to jump out of the car," I met the eyes of the driver through the rear view window, "Injured or not."

The driver seemed to be torn before nodding, "Very well."

I felt Sanada's gaze on me as I closed my eyes, a heavy sigh leaving my mouth, but I didn't care. All I cared about was the memory haunting my mind.

Diana.

Once Sanada and I had been dropped off at Rikkaidai, Sanada started to wheel me home, as I was still unable to walk.

I swallowed as I looked at the ground, "Thank you, Fuku-buchou." I said shortly, other formalities caught in my throat. I took you out of your busy schedule. I'm sorry for bothering you on a weekday. I'm sorry for worrying you.

"Un." Came Sanada's short response. I could tell he had questions. Why were you with Atobe? How do you know him? What caused this to happen?

The air around us was silent once again.

I opened my mouth warily, "Avia. The city of Avia on this day, at exactly 12:00:00. There was an ambush, I was attacked. My sister tried to save me. She got shot herself and I was left to die." I swallowed, "The population of Avia dropped by more than half by 12:35:00."

Sanada stayed silent behind me. We passed a block before he spoke, "Why are you telling me this?"

I closed my eyes, "This was the report I had to make to my superior officers once I recovered."

There wasn't another word exchanged between us before we reached my home.

Now 3 know. Who will be next?