Unlimited Chances

|9| Fact Versus Fiction

{} Aria's POV {}

A familiar scene plays before me. Makoto finished yelling at Byakuya with worry etched into his features, before he threw the open the doors and raced out of the A/V room.

None of this feels real. It's like I'm re-watching a movie, and I'm one of its actors. Just simply playing their role and saying their lines. I feel like I'm beside myself as I observe my surroundings. Its a strange feeling, one that totally wreaks havoc on a person's perception of reality. It just doesn't feel like this is actually happening at all. Am I really not dreaming?

The detached looks of despair in varying degrees on everyone's faces tells me that, yes, I'm not dreaming. My brain is full of swirling questions and ideas trying to make logical sense of my situation. Focusing on a problem only I seem to experience, the utter confusion of my sense of reality. Whereas the others are weighed heavily by the effects of their motives, and the possibility of someone becoming a killer. A problem I had worried about before, but now, its like I'm another world from them.

I manage to pull myself out from my inner thoughts in time for me to see Chihiro being comforted by Hina as they left the room; Sakura following close behind. Hmm... I wonder... I thought to myself.

I walked out of the room, feeling a pair of eyes follow me, but they go ignored. I find the trio only a few steps away from the A/V room door before I quickly make my way over. "Hey," I say to catch their attention, "you all alright?" I can't believe that I'm actually going through with this. T-This, this whole idea is just preposterous! Time travel isn't possible. There is no way I somehow had! And besides, in my dre- memory, I used a machine to do it.

"We'll be alright," Hina said in a hollow voice. I fell into the actions I "remember" doing once before. For all I know, I may just be laying on the floor out cold from passing out after my panic attack. Blissfully unaware of what's happening in the real world, as I relive the day things fell apart within my dreams.

I inwardly sigh, why me? Why now? I'm still struggling with memory loss, and then this existential crisis is dumped on my head. I... I don't get it. None of this makes sense, heck, this killing school life makes more sense then what I'm feeling right now! Can't I go back to just worrying about that? My thoughts pause as the words I had just thought sunk in. Oh no, no, no, no! I am not considering to take this seriously am I?! Th-There's no proof that my theory is what actually happened! ......

I'm still doing it aren't I? ... Whelp, alright then, might as well make myself useful. I can't mess up the timeline anymore than I already have. I'll have to be patient and wait for the moment to see if there could any way I could help out by knowing what's to come. Maybe even... nah, I'm just over-thinking this stupid dream.

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"Wow, you're good at this!" Commented Hina as she looked over my shoulder, watching as I prepped the meat for cooking. Cutting off bits and pieces that are not to be eaten from the main portions, just like how she had shown me... before.

"I'm just doing what you told me," I shrugged, pushing the parts that will go uneaten to the side away from the rest with the knife I'm holding.

"I guess you're right. You're probably just a fast learner!" Hina smiled as she took the chunks of meat that I had finished slicing.

Yeah... I let out a puff of air, making a loose strand of brown hair move before I pushed it behind my ear. I look around the kitchen to see Hina place the chopped meat by the boiling broth as she inspects it. While Sakura is busy chopping vegetables for the ramen. If I remember correctly, we're nearing completion of the ramen. I checked my watch on my arm. It would be a few hours before nighttime came back around.