Weak Tiger. | Tokyo Revengers | itznekogxrl

°˖✧chapter two°˖✧

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CW: NONE.

The sound of light footsteps echoed through the halls, your eyes moved from the names of the classrooms, searching for your class.

"3-A." You muttered under your breath and walked inside. The students inside were chattering away with each other, some of them were sitting on their desks to chat with their seatmates. You dodged every single person in your way and pulled back your chair that was under your desk. You sat down and looked out the window, to see if there's anything interesting to stare at. That was until you saw her, the same purple hooded woman standing straight whilst looking directly into your eyes.

"What the hell.." a quick mutter escaped from your lips as you stared back to the mysterious woman. The sound of the bell ringing caught your attention as your geography teacher stepped in the room. Your head snapped back to the teacher.

"Stand up!" The class president stood up from her seat and your classmates mirrored her actions. While she was greeting the teacher, you couldn't help but glance back at the window to see if that strange woman was still there. A slight feel of unease clung onto you after seeing that she wasn't there any longer.

The day passed and the time of rest began. You sat behind a storage room, away from everyone. There were nothing in your hands but a lighter. The light emanating from the fire amazed you. You always wondered if it was possible to touch such warmth without harming yourself.

You heard some footsteps near you and they stopped in their tracks. They weren't in your sight and neither were you in their's.

"Hey, did you hear about that [Name] person?" The sound of a girl's voice started.

"How pitiful they are, having so much skill but still being a pussy to even face their opponent." Another girl continues with a mocking laugh. You listened to the girls' conversation, your face was as blank as a whiteboard, you were too used to this treatment from others. You silently got up from the ground and walked away, not even caring if anyone spotted you.

The day ended in just the blink of an eye. You were on your way back home, your mind clouded with thoughts and scenarios of what had happened in your last karate tournament. You imagined scenarios of what would've happened if you hadn't cowardly ran away from your own opponent. You passed under the bridge, the scent of burning incense filled your nostrils and you brought a hand to your nose.

"What the.." You looked to your side and saw the hooded woman again, her red hair covering her eyes.

"Young child... what is it you wish for?" The woman asked, a smirk played on her red lips.

"My... wish?" You repeated her words, confused by her words. The woman only chuckled lowly.

"In exchange for your life here. In this universe." The woman said, rising from her seat. You wanted to run away from this mystery woman but your legs.. they can't move.

"Don't move young child..." The woman slowly walked to your direction and halted right in front of you. She pressed her middle and index fingers to your forehead.

"I see... very well." The woman smirked and pushed you back, everything seemed to be moving in slow motion and only this woman is moving at a normal speed.

"May you, The Tiger meet your dreams." The woman muttered and suddenly, you fell asleep.

"Happy Birthday my dear! Papa and I have a present for you!" Your mother smiled brightly, your father smiling behind her.

"Present?" You rubbed your eyes as you get up from bed, a small smile played on your lips.

Your mother nods, bringing out a small box wrapped in colourful paper.

"Open it." She gave it to you, waiting for you to open it.

You carefully opened the wrapping. Your eyes brightened up as you saw that the present under the wrapping was a karate uniform.

"I remember hearing you mention about wanting to try out karate so.. me and papa decided to sign you up." She said.

You father nods, "it's a great way to defend yourself from bad people." He grins.

"Be sure to use this skill wisely, our little tiger."

"[Name]..."

"[Name]!"

"[NAME] FUJITA!!"

You shot your head up to the sound of yelling and you were back in class. Confused, you looked around and noticed that you were in extra curriculum. In front of you were several other students that you've never seen before in your lifetime and at the very front was probably your mathematics teacher, judging from the equations on the blackboard.

"Who.. who are you guys..?" You muttered loud enough for the teacher to hear. The teacher sighs.

"This is why you shouldn't be sleeping in class, [Name]. you're in extra curriculum."

"e-extra curriculum..? what the hell are you talking about??" You got up from your seat, still in denial. This might be a dream so you sat back down.

"Sorry.." You mutter an apology.

"what's gotten into your behavior now?" The teacher shakes his head and continues writing on the board, some quiet snickers and whispering about you were heard from others in the class.

After another 30 minutes of curriculum classes, you walked back home to your usual route, but it seemed a little different. The grass was greener and the trees weren't dead. You felt a vibration in your pocket. Startled, you frantically reached in your pocket and it was a flip phone that you could see in 2000's movies. You reluctantly answered the phone.

"H..hello?"

"[Name]? Where are ya'?? You said we'd go bowling with the guys tonight." An unfamiliar voice spoke over the phone.

"I-I'm sorry.. who is this??" You stuttered, wanting to an answer from this unknown person.

"Hah? What do you mean? Did you get enough sleep last night?" The man groans.

"Makoto??"

"Who?"

"Makoto Suzuki! One of your best friends?? Do even remember Takemichi and the others!?" The name of Takemichi rang a lot of bells.

"Takemichi?! H-hold on- like Takemichi Hanagaki?!" You shouted back in pure disbelief.

"Yeah?? You remember him but not me? The betrayal!" Makoto huffs.

"R-right! Sorry, sorry..." you apologised, wanting to keep a normal conversation with him. Now you remember, Makoto is one of Takemichi's good friends. But what's mind blowing is the fact that this guy is talking to you like it's all real. After discussing about the bowling thing, you successfully managed to convince Makoto that you're the real [Name]. You carefully closed your phone and stared at the date. 3rd July 2005.

"What.. what the fuck is happening?!!??!!"

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