CastAway

Chapter 1

I opened my eyes to find it appeared to be dawn outside, but the sun was in the west rather than the east. Did I really sleep until dusk? The hospital room I was in didn't look like the one I fell asleep in. I arrived back in New York City yesterday and was cleared by the doctors, but they held me overnight for observation. The room I fell asleep in, the room in New York, had pale blue walls, white sheets, and a white bed with railings on it. The room I awoke in had cream colored walls, a wooden bed with the rails lowered, white sheets, and a beige blanket at my feet.

I sat up in bed to find I was dressed in tight black jeans and a red tank top. I swung my feet over the side of the bed to find a pair of black boots beside the bed and a leather jacket hung over the back of the beige chair in the room. Luckily, I already had on a pair of black socks so I wouldn't have to risk getting blisters from wearing the leather boots barefoot. I slipped on the shoes and the jacket then looked outside the window.

I'd only been to Japan once so I couldn't be sure, but the skyline in front of me looked like I was in a Japanese city. How in the fuck did I fall asleep in a hospital bed in New York dressed in a pair of grey shorts and a grey tank top then wake up in a Tokyo hospital in completely different clothes? I didn't remember checking in here and I wasn't dressed in a hospital gown, so I left the room in search of the entrance to the hospital. I needed to figure out how the hell I would survive in this city with nothing but my abilities and the clothes on my back.

I'd spent the past eight years learning how to survive with minimal help from others. I knew I could figure this out too, but I needed money or else I would end up living in the streets or in the wilderness. My clothes were not suited for being homeless so I needed to find a way to make money soon. If I was lucky, I would hear about an illegal fighting ring where I could make some easy cash. Hand to hand combat was my specialty after all, and my career of choice. I had gone home to New York expecting to inherit Hyde Industries and become a billionaire CEO. This change of circumstances was unwelcome, but I had to admit the limitless possibilities of starting over in Japan was attractive.

No one had recognized or stopped me and asked why I was out of my room. I assumed my sudden transport to Japan meant I had never checked into this hospital therefore no one knew I woke up in a bed as if I was a patient. They most likely assumed I was visiting someone.

I was wandering through the hospital in search of an exit when I overheard part of a familiar conversation. Stopping outside the room containing two masculine voices, I eavesdropped on what they were saying in the hope it would shed some light on why I was here.

"Let me finish. Placing a cursed object of greater evil is a deadly poison that keeps other curses away. It's a bad practice that only claims to protect. Over the years, its seal weakens, and then it becomes bait to lure in and fatten up other curses. The object you found is a dangerous one classified as special-grade. Hand it over before people start dying." I could've sworn the voice speaking belonged to Fushiguro Megumi, but that was impossible. Fushiguro Megumi is a character in Jujutsu Kaisen. I couldn't possibly have been transported into the anime I binge watched numerous times while in captivity, could I?

"Hey, I already said I don't mind it. So go tell it to my senpai." That was definitely Itadori Yuji speaking, and they seemed to be in the middle of the same conversation from the anime.

It couldn't be, it should be impossible, and yet here I was. I peeked through the door to see a teenager with long black hair and dark green eyes speaking to another teenager with pink hair that was shaved on the sides. It was them. I would recognize Itadori's hair anywhere, and he was right here in front of me. I turned away from the two boys and leaned against the wall beside the door, their conversation becoming background noise.