Vamos! Detectives(A BSD fanfic)

Ch 1: Where..?

I woke up feeling sore all over, it wasn't a normal occurrence to me. I felt the surface I was lying on to be rock hard, and as I sat up, I felt annoying pain and cramps in my neck, back and arms. As I rotated my shoulders in my groggily annoyed state, I realized that I was not in my bed.

It took a while to hit me, but when it did I was left baffled and blinking in silence. Why did I wake up on the pavement on a random street? I could've sworn I was lying in my bed in my house not too long ago. 

I ran a hand through my hair, and took a deep breath. I pushed myself up to stand, feeling the pain in my back, god I felt like an old man getting up from a couch. Funny part is, I wasn't even seventeen yet. 

I should probably introduce myself already, shouldn't I? well, guess I'll go for it. I'm Hwang Yeon, some 16 year old kid. I'm Korean by ethnicity, but my family moved to India when I was still 2 years old, so India is all I've ever known. My older sibling remembers our 'old house' though, apparently. 

I'm TOTALLY not jealous about that... anyways. Yeah, I'm 16, a 'foreigner' that grew up in India. My interests were basic, the usual. I liked Anime, K-pop, sports etc. I was an above average student in school too, so yeah, quite the normal life I was living.

But of course, this night changed all of that. I woke up on the pavement of a city that I didn't recognize one bit. I began walking, I can't recall why, probably because staying still in a single place wasn't doing much help anyway. 

I guessed it wasn't that late in the night, since as I walked into the busier part of the street, I could observe still quite a lot of people walking around. I noticed the people around, and immediately knew I wasn't in India. Not to mention the language on all signs of stores and what not, were written in a language I hadn't read before.

I knew what language it was though, since it's not that hard to recognize the pretty letters. It was Japanese. Now, the question was, why was I in Japan? I was more confused than a fish pulled out the river. However, the more I toured the city, the more familiar it seemed, for some reason.

I was walking, well, not sure if you could call that walking. I was, more like, waddling. I was waddling mindlessly, not even sure where I was going. It honestly felt like a fever dream, and I guess a part of me was damn confident that I was going to wake up any second now. 

I walked past a restaurant, but something made me pause. I turned my head to the side, and all the fatigue in me and the slight grogginess in me faded away as shock washed over me. Through the glass of the restaurant I could see.. no. It couldn't have been them.

These people were probably just really good cosplayers, right?...right?

I was staring. I was staring while standing absolutely still, and I bet if I were animated, my jaw would've hit the ground. 

It's not that I didn't recognize the people I saw, not at all. In fact, I could probably recognize them from kilometers away. The people I was looking at, had an uncanny resemblance to Osamu Dazai, Doppo Kunikida and Nakajima Atsushi.

No, not the medieval authors, the anime characters. Not like that statement made the situation feel any more believable, but still, I just felt the need to make that distinction. 

I was probably on the verge on combusting any minute. First, I wake up in some random Japanese city, and now I'm looking at FICTIONAL CHARACTERS?! I genuinely started questioning my sanity. 

"Did I accidentally do drugs?" Was all I could think of in my head. Because how else could someone explain what I was seeing and experiencing?

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