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You know how you hate something, and do everything in your willpower just to avoid it? Well, that's what I did (except mine was out of pure fear, and the subject of avoidance was the other end of Namimori, where Namimori Middle was located). So far it was working (and by that, my daily life went from going to school and going back home immediately), that is until two days ago.

Sometimes, I question if my life was ever simple as it used to be.

So two days ago…

I had to head over to some market, on the other end of Namimori, because the damn eggs where I live ended up being sold out. Sold out! Does a market sell out? I mean, sure they can, but every single one of them? That's like saying that: 'sorry we're out of cheeseburgers, please come again tomorrow'. Anyways, so I had to move my legs to go buy some eggs, since my mom needed them for dinner. And being the well behaved son of an educated family, I had gone out to fulfill the wish.

Oh, I hate my morals sometimes…

I reached the, god forsaken, place and immediately found the market with the goods. I was thanking the gods, or whatever was out there, for saving me from further pain.

"Now all I have to do is grab the eggs and run out of this place." I muttered, speeding through the entrance. I didn't waste another second in the market after I paid for the eggs, and hightailed out of there.

I must have looked like a criminal….

I was almost halfway to my place, when I heard yelling coming from the other side of the street. I should've blamed my curiosity, because, I ended up going to the source of the yells. And life must have had tons of surprises for me. Since I was met with a kid drowning in the river. I stared for a while longer, before making my way down the slope and heading towards where the kid was drowning.

"I must be crazy… wait, this is a normal thing," I muttered. "yup, a totally normal thing to save a drowning guy."

I wouldn't be able to sit down, knowing that I have consciously killed a person if I left now.

Placing the eggs down on the bank, I made my way towards the guy, calling out to him. "Hold on, I'm coming! Oh wait… you might not know English, but I'm coming!"

"H-help!" I stood there, staring hard, in disbelief. Somewhere in this Japanese speaking world, there was a guy who knew English! This must be my lucky day! Now, for sure, I couldn't let him die on my conscious!

With a new vigor, I made my way towards the flailing guy and managed to pull him above the surface. "Finally! Someone else who knows English!"

"E-eh?" I dragged the soaked boy onto the bank and looked him over. Categorized as a nerd with those kinds of glasses, but his red hair looked awesome! I felt accomplished somehow.

I stuck out my hand, a grin on my face. "I'm Cannon! What's your name?"

I can't believe it! I'm actually having a conversation in Japan, with a Japanese resident!

The guy looked up, his green eyes wary, but took my hand all the same. "I'm I-Irie S-Shoichi,"

"Shoichi's your first name, right?" I questioned. It couldn't be too bad to ask such a thing, after all I was still getting the hang of the Japanese language. Though I had made progress on it.

"Y-Yeah," He stuttered. It may have just me, but I swear this guy was flitty. But I didn't ponder on it for too long, and instead basked in actually talking to someone.

"Sweet! Well, I'm going to call you Shoichi, fair enough?" I laughed as I shook his hand enthusiastically.

"O-ok," We then went off, walking towards my house. I still had the eggs to drop off. After introducing my new friend to my mom, I went out to spend the day with him.

"So where do you want to go, Shoichi?" I asked, glancing at the red head beside me.

"How about the Namimori Shrine?" He suggested.

I frowned. "Why there?"

"Ah, w-well, I usually go there at this time of day." He pointed out.

I let out a sigh. "Alright, but where do you want to go after that?"

"Then to my house?" He offered.

I blinked, nodding at the thought. "Ok, sounds good. Let me call my mom then."

I took out my cell phone and immediately dialed home. I told my mom that I was to go to Shoichi's house after the Namimori Shrine, and that I didn't know when I'd get back. She was totally fine with it, that was their selling points, always letting me keep my space. I shut my phone closed and grinned at Shoichi. "Alright, let's go!"

He gave a shaky smile in return, as he nodded, leading the way to the shrine. It wasn't long until we did reach it. It was like every shrine I had seen in the How to Learn Japanese: 1-2-3, quite a typical one. The only difference here was that there was a purple bazooka in the center. That was quite strange, you don't see a weapon in Namimori everyday.

"Hey Shoichi, does Namimori have a bazooka in their shrines?" I asked, edging closer towards the said weapon.

No one answered.

I turned slightly to look at the red haired friend of mine. "Shoichi?"

His yell took me by surprise. "I'm sorry! Please don't hate me!"

That was when I felt that I was pushed. Everything went into slow motion then. Me falling towards the bazooka, Shoichi looking pained, and then the all too familiar pink smoke clouding my vision. It then fast forwarded, and I found myself in a forested clearing when the smoke cleared. I sat there, dumbfounded. I managed to pep-talk myself to know what exactly happened. "I agreed to go with Shoichi to the shrine… that's when we came across the bazooka… Shoichi pushed me…"

I blinked, letting the last statement sink in. "He pushed me…"

I should feel angry, hatred even, but I couldn't discern my emotion. I let out a sigh and got up off the ground, patting off the dirt off them. "Damn, I just got backstabbed… I don't think I enacted anyone's revenge… okay, maybe that weird girl decided to get back at me for putting her down so rudely…"

I shook my head and began walking off. "Well then, just where the hell am I?"

Looking around, I decided on a random direction and set off. This whole place felt off, nothing seemed to be wrong, just off. The answer came a few minutes later, when a whole bunch came flying towards me, with colorful flames spouting from their shoes and weapons. I stared at them, they stared back, and I broke the silence. "What is wrong with your fashion sense?"

They then started yelling, but it was all garbled nonsense. Why? Well, it was in Japanese.

What the hell?

I mean, they don't even look Japanese!

"Did Japanese become a national language while I was stuck in my hole of a room?" I asked aloud. Not really getting any answers, at least not the kinds that were spoken in English.

The group of flying people then began shouting amongst themselves, and in all honesty, I found it quite hilarious. Maybe I should watch a movie in a random language that I do not know of, I'm sure it would definitely kill a lot of time off of my hands…

Then one of them flew over and knocked me out, I was pretty sure that this happened somewhere else too… but god did it hurt! Did they have to hit me round the head with their weapon?

That was my last thought before blacking out.

I woke up two days later…

and that is where I am currently, in some room that could beat the luxuries of a five-star hotel in America (I'm pretty sure that they wouldn't have a room this huge, especially when you have those stuck-up rich people practically living in the rooms, no joke, but that's a tale for another time). You must be wondering how I have my journal with me, well, the answer to that is pretty simple. I had grabbed it before I headed out with Shoichi (my feelings for him are still null).

The food is pretty good here, but I could live without the marshmallows on the side.

The guy (I think his name was Lippi or something), said that if the marshmallows weren't gone then the Boss would become really angry. Of course I complied and managed to eat them clean, but I'm starting to get sick of them.

I still have no idea what to do, or where I am for that matter.

P.S. That Lippi dude feels familiar…