A Story of Another Sensei (A Blue Archive Fanfiction)

Introduction

Was it seconds? Has it been hours since he last remembered sitting for the first time in that empty train booth? He was honest, and in his honest mind, he didn't know the answer to his own questions. The train kept moving, apathetic to his sentiments, his thoughts, his feelings. Rattles of the tracks and wheels were barely audible, with a slight sound of something sparking above his head. Curiosity? No, he had none of such feelings. His tired blue eyes slowly opened, uncertain to his own location other than the fact that he was on a train, and glanced to the side, where he was greeted by the fluffy white clouds and the undeniable blueness of the sky. A sight to behold, especially with how quick the train had been gone off of. He then remembered.

It was late at night. Close to 2 to 4 AM. He held no watch on his person, and as such, had little to no idea what the time could be. Ever since that incident, he tried to close himself off from anything and anyone. And yet, the rude awakening from a flash of light from his window was certainly about to change him in its entirety.

"What the fuck?" He cursed out, rubbing his eyes and proceeding towards the window, sweeping away bits and pieces of trash, food, plastic cups, so on and so forth. His clothes were disheveled, vaguely resembling that of pajamas before opening his windows. The light was blinding, yet unmoving. Was it a drone? Who had the right mind for that on a stranger's window?

"What the hell do you want?!" He exclaimed.

The response came in the form of a dart flying and stabbing his shoulder.

". . . . ."

Looking at himself once more, he noticed his getup was way different than the one he wore just that night. In place of pajamas were a neat white shirt and black tights beneath it. With a pair of black trousers and black combat boots, the biggest standout in his entire load out was the fact that he had a light brown coat wrapped around his person. That was odd. He didn't have that in his closet. The rest were believable and he was sure he had them in his room, but not a coat. They were too expensive for his taste.

So where did this come from?

"You're finally awake."

A feminine voice called out to his left. Every single nerve in his body recoiled in response, sliding away from the source without even looking. A giggle soon followed.

"Don't worry. I will not do anything wrong. I am here to ensure you are safe, Sir Kize Seikato. Or should I call you Kize-Sensei?"

The string of words confused him, despite its coherency. It took everything in his thoughts, in some kind of uncertain assurance that he needed to just sit, and listen. And he did, by some miracle.

"Sensei?"

"Ah. Apologies for the rude abduction from your abode, Kize-Sensei. It's just that Schale really needs someone of your capacity to--"

"W-wait. What the hell's a Schale?"

A slight sound of a huff could be heard, and while Kize would have glanced at such a sound, his muscle memory forced him to not do so.

"It will be the place we. . . You, will arrive soon."

Kize went silent, gulping down his anxiety, but knew it would regurgitate its ugly head in due time. Questions abound upon his head, wrapping gently like silk, yet tight like a leash. It didn't give him a headache, just a bad case of knowing that his curiosity could lead to something far beyond normalcy. A frustrated sigh, and after messing up his already messy sandy orange hair to little effect, he mustered enough courage to finally turn his head to face the source.

What greeted him was a woman, enclosed by all blues, yet had vaguely defined colors of white and regal gold. She was, by all accounts, someone important. He couldn't see her face, as it seemed to be cropped out; an eerie look in general, especially considering how the porcelain skin seemed to be smooth upon the missing details of a face, eyes, nose, and such. A light source came from where she sat; a hologram of some kind.

"So this Schale. What will I do?"

". . . You're assigned to be our sensei. Do your best."

Before he could inquire more, the hologram disappeared, leaving him alone once more. Mixed emotions tattered his face. Uncertainty for the beyond. Comfort in knowing he was no longer in that shithole. Nostalgia for missing his hometown.

But most of all.

Curiosity. For what would be of his fate in the future.