Nostophobia

Amami Rantaro

I know people forget these things between each update (so do I oops), so I'll include a reminder at the beginning of each chapter.

Amami = in-game.
Rantaro = child.

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Approaching the weeping child, Amami knelt and gently held their small hand, removing it from his face. "Why are you crying?" He asked in a hushed tone, making Rantaro's sobs quieten.

"I don't know where my sisters went!" Rantaro wailed in a high-pitched voice. His hair was the same colour as Amami's but had been styled in a quiff. "I'm supposed to protect them but they're gone!" The child's eyes opened and stared up at Amami in awe, growing wider and wider. "You look like Daddy!"

"I'm you. You're in the future." Amami smiled sweetly and sat properly as Rantaro stared at him with sparkling eyes.

"Woah! I look awesome! Can I touch you?"

"Sure, just don't tug on my piercings, okay?" Rantaro nodded and began grabbing Amami's clothing with small hands. His fingers poked at the five earrings on the shell of Amami's ear and his eyebrow piercing. Nothing was safe, not the three rings he wore, his dog tag, or the metal pin adorning his right shoulder.

Ouma Kokichi began laughing. "Even you think you're hot, playboy!"

Rantaro turned to the short ravenette and frowned. "What's a playboy?" He gasped and stared at his future self. "Do you like to play?! I love playing games with my sister!" Amami nodded with a smile.

"Is it a good idea to introduce yourself, Amami?" Saihara Shuichi's shaky, nervous voice cut through everyone's surprise. They all turned to the Ultimate Detective who hid his golden-grey eyes beneath the grey brim of his worn cap. "Stuff you tell Rantaro might influence him to change what he does, which will change the future. You might create a time paradox."

Before they could begin arguing, Monokuma appeared with an annoyingly shrill cackle. "That won't be a problem, detective! Every child will have their memories wiped before they're returned home!" As everyone assumed, the bear robot left without allowing any further questions.

Their attention turned to the boy who began crying again. They didn't have a chance to process anything and now they all had to care for children as teenagers. "Hey, what's the matter?" Amami asked as he pulled the boy into a hug.

"Will my sisters be okay?" The young boy mumbled into Amami's shirt. Smiling and nodding, Amami hugged him tighter.

"How many sisters do you have?" He already know how many he would have in the future, but Amami wanted to be able to gauge his age. It didn't help that he had the same hairstyle and sense of style up until he was fourteen.

"Six..."

"Ah, more to come then." Rantaro gasped and jumped up and down, hands in the air as he cheered.

The ultimates surrounding them gasped in varied levels of shock. None of them knew a bunch about Amami, he didn't trust people too much in a killing game. Telling them about his sisters would endanger his family, but he slowly built trust after a month of captivity. "You have more than six siblings?!" Momota Kaito cried in horror.

Amami laughed. "I've got twelve in total." He became accustomed to people's reactions when they heard how large his family was. It was far beyond a societal norm everywhere that he visited, and Amami travelled to every country already. As far as he knew from his travels, he had more siblings members than the average Senegalese family.

Everyone stared at Amami like he was an alien. "Is your mum a human?" Chabashira whispered in shock. It only led to another laugh.

"Mum had me, then three sets of triplets consecutively until she was medically banned from having kids. She and Dad adopted two more. Her dream had always been to have a large family, so that's what she did, it was entirely her choice and my father was happy with it, too." Amami watched Rantaro's eyes sparkle with excitement. "It wasn't like she gave birth to me and then duodecaplets."