Future atsuaku

4 : Stuck

I forgot to tell you:
FutureAtsu is taller than FutureAku and much stronger than he was. Well he is 24 years old of course he will change.
In my imagination FutureAtsu is 177cm
and FutureAku is 174cm

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**FutureAtsu's POV**

The rain was relentless, hammering down on the streets as we made our way through the dimly lit alleyways. The city felt foreign, even though the skyline was vaguely familiar. This wasn't our world, and that fact gnawed at me with every step we took.

I glanced over at FutureAku, who was striding ahead, his coat fluttering behind him like a shadow. We'd been wandering for hours, trying to get our bearings, but the rain wasn't making it any easier.

"What's the plan, oh fearless leader?" FutureAku asked, throwing a sideways smirk at me. The sarcasm in his voice was impossible to miss.

"We need to find shelter and figure out what the hell is going on," I replied, ignoring his jab. "I'm tired of walking around like lost dogs."

FutureAku's smirk widened. "Could've fooled me, Tiger. You seem to enjoy dragging us through every puddle in this city."

I shot him a look, but before I could retort, something caught my eye. A figure was waiting under the awning of a closed shop, completely out of place in the deserted street. He was wearing a long coat, and his face was hidden under the brim of a hat. My instincts screamed that this wasn't a random encounter.

"Stay alert," I murmured to FutureAku, who instantly tensed beside me.

As we approached, the figure stepped forward, revealing a narrow face with sharp, calculating eyes. His presence radiated an aura of calm authority, but there was something unsettling about him. Something... otherworldly.

"You've been wandering for quite some time," the man said, his voice smooth and unnervingly composed. "Perhaps it's time we talked."

"Who the hell are you?" FutureAku snapped, his hand inching toward a gun in his pocket.

The man raised a hand, a faint shimmer rippling through the air around him. "Names aren't important right now. What matters is that I'm the reason you're here."

I felt a chill run down my spine. "You mean that we're here because of you?!"

The man shook his head slowly. "No. I didn't bring you here, but my ability is what drew you to me. You can call me the Rift Weaver."

"Rift Weaver?" FutureAku echoed, a note of skepticism in his voice. "Sounds like something out of a cheap novel."

The Rift Weaver's expression didn't change. "My ability allows me to create rifts between dimensions. But it only works on me. I can't transport others—at least not directly. Which is why I don't understand how you two ended up here."

"Great," FutureAku muttered. "So you're saying we're stuck here because of some dimensional screw-up?"

The Rift Weaver inclined his head slightly. "Something, or someone, else must have forced you through a portal. It's possible that there's another ability user with powers similar to mine. Or perhaps a natural rift opened, and you were pulled in."

I clenched my fists, frustration bubbling beneath the surface. "Can you get us back?"

The Rift Weaver hesitated, a rare flicker of uncertainty crossing his face. "I don't know. I've never encountered a situation like this before. Finding a way to return you to your timeline will take time... a lot of time."

"How much time?" I demanded, my patience wearing thin.

"Longer than you'd like," he admitted. "I'll need to research, gather energy, and perhaps find this other ability user if they exist."