Food Travelling Through Time! || Tokyo Revengers

Chapter 5

Kazuko blinked several times and tried to wrap her head around what happened. She remembered being scared and she lost consciousness after that Draken boy put on a creepy smile.

But that makes no sense.

She attempted to recall every single detail. The darkness the night welcomed and the only light that conveniently shone on him did create an atmosphere straight from a horror movie.

However, to faint because of a small scare and simple skip of a beat? That was unlikely.

Was I hungry then? But I ate not long before I fainted. What happ--

Kazuko reached for her phone placed on the cupboard. She got it easily, because it layed right next to the bed she woke up in.

According to her old phone, the date said: '7th July 2005'. If she counted the days correctly, she stayed in the past for - approximately - four days. Fortunately, a week hadn't passed yet.

Her shoulders slumped down as she released the breathe she had held in.

Thank goodness. She thought.

The biggest problem that she didn't understand was why she fainted and with further analysis, why was she asleep for so long?

Is the limit to my visits becoming shorter? She placed a hand on her chin and ran through some possible answers.

In the first place, is that even possible? How can it become short all of a sudden? I never once overstayed either, so what's going on!?

Or maybe I didn't check the time properly? Ugh, what even are the symptoms of staying in the past for too long!

Alas, she had no answers; however, she was certain, she had to leave to a safe-zone — her timeline, her present.

After that, Kazuko needed to speak to someone with more knowledge — her grandmother — and find out if she kept something from her.

I wouldn't be surprised if she did. Grandma is so secretive.

But, before any of that, Kazuko needed to know:

Where in the world am I?

She scanned through the unfamiliar room. Kazuko would be lying if she said she didn't have an ounce of fear. Believe it or not, panic accompanied her questions wherever her mind took her. The most overwhelming worry was 'what if someone came through that door to hurt me'.

Kazuko was a healthy child who had more lower body strength then most of her female peers. As said, she'd matured way quicker — physically not mentally — than kids her age. However, this expression only spoke the volumes in situations like these: 'someone better than you always existed'.

Anyone who might cause her harm may be behind that door filled with, fashion designs...? Looking around again, Kazuko spotted several sewing needles and sketches of different types of clothes. There were two cream mannequins in one corner of the room; the female mannequin had an unfinished dress on display. Pretty.

The whole room was neat despite all the spread-out designs and several materials next to a sewing machine. It even had its own aesthetic to it that she saw in the future app, 'Pinterest'. Wait, is it already developed now--

The door opened, which caused her to flinch. Kazuko lost her cool for only that second and calmed down immediately after she caught a glimpse of who entered the room.

It was the fashionable droopy-eyed boy from earlier — or rather, from three days ago. For unknown reasons, perhaps his calming demeanor, her tense body relaxed again.

"You're awake," he said with a hint of surprise that flashed across his face.

Then, she saw the kindest most gentlest smile she had ever seen in her life. Is he being nice because I look like a kid? Wasn't he a gangster? How can he look so kind yet intimidating?

"Are you hungry?" He asked as he placed down a bowl of water on the table near the door. "You fainted and didn't wake up for three days."

Is he an angel?

She nodded without thinking, hoping she wasn't drooling. Food before logic, she always said. In the first place, her stomach felt too empty to think. Kazuko craved full-course rice curry meals when she hadn't eaten in a long time or any full-on meal with lots of heavy ingredients.

He chuckled.

How dare this angel laugh at a starved person. It's only natural to be hungry.

"I'll go get you some of my sister's clothes to change in and then you can take a bath," he said, while he pointed at the door. "I'll explain everything to you once we eat."

The angel is forgiven.

Kazuko nodded again. She had no reason to say 'thank you' even though the words were at the tip of her tongue. His friends were the reason she fainted — maybe. Still, anyone who offered her free food with good intentions was okay in her book, so she let it go.

And so, after she had feeling in her legs, Kazuko got out of the bed and followed him to a room befitting for a little girl. He picked out some clothes — he said his sisters were fine with lending her clothes — and showed her to the bathroom. He told her that she was free to bathe or take a shower too.

"I'll take a quick shower," she said, walking into the bathroom. She would rather finish quickly, because she needed to leave as soon as possible.

And eat soon. Kazuko cleared her throat.

"Thank you." The words finally slipped out before she thought it through. She avoided looking at him, more so due to not knowing where to look, and not knowing what else to say, quickly shut the door.

Saying simple things with the slightest sentimental value had always been difficult to convey for Kazuko. It rooted from her childhood; her family genuinely never expressed those things themselves. Naturally, saying it - it being: 'thank you', 'I love you', 'sorry' and 'I was wrong' - less made it hard to say it more.

That was what she had concluded years ago, anyway.

Why do I feel embarrassed just saying something nice? She stomped her feet, squirming right after to get that feeling off of her conscious.

Just finish up. She sighed and walked towards the bathtub.