Yay, another chappie! This one is like not as long but not as short as the last one. Also I don't think you noticed but the even chapters (such as this one) are in Simon's point of view. The odd chapters (such as the last one) are in Viral's point of view.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Gurren Lagann. If I did everyone would have a pet pig mole.

Chapter Four - Shift

I blinked, my mind still processing what had just happened. I looked at the bullet hole in the window, wondering if I had to pay for that. At least everyone seemed to be as surprised as me. Slowly many pairs of eyes drifted to me, until someone finally asked, "So Simon, mind telling us what you've been doing these past three years?"

And so the storytelling commenced. I told every one of the sights I had seen, the exotic smells and sounds I had heard, and so on and so forth. There were many random outbursts and comments, and the others told of what they had been doing the past three years also. I suddenly felt glad that I had brought everyone together, seeing as they had many stories to tell. Although, I noticed that he was simply watching everyone warily. After all of my friends split off into different groups, I decided to walk up to him again, hopefully not repeating the same fail from before.

"Something's wrong." Viral said before I could even open my mouth. I stared, totally not expecting that.

"What's wrong, Viral?" Nothing exactly felt wrong. Maybe he was trying to freak me out?

"I don't know, but something is wrong. I can feel it." Viral was deadly serious. I noticed something did feel wrong, the atmosphere didn't feel right. Everyone's chatter quieted down; maybe they felt it too. The ground rumbled slightly.

"What was that?" Gimmy asked. Nobody answered because no one knew. The ground rumbled again, and the room seemed very dark and ominous. And that was when I blacked out.

The first thing I felt was the warmth. It was cozy and comfortable, like a nice fire. I realized that I was also wrapped in a blanket, an old, worn, cozy blanket. Someone asked, "Are you alright? You blacked out for awhile."

The person sounded like a woman, but not anyone I knew. Actually, I didn't remember anything. Just blacking out and, well, that was it. Although, I do remember traces of a boy, maybe someone I had liked before? I didn't know, but he seemed important.

Also, my body felt wrong. I felt girly, or I knew I was a girl but it didn't feel right. I dismissed it as me being an idiot and not realizing I was a girl my entire life, which was kind of stupid of me honestly. I slowly opened my eyes.

The woman that talked to me before was sitting cross-legged in front of me. She had spiky light blue hair which was pulled up into a high ponytail. Her eyes were magenta, and she had tan skin. There were dark blue symbols across her arms and back, and she smiled at me. "Oh so you're awake now, aren't ya, Shima?"

I blinked at her. "I don't know you."