A smell of decay infested his brain, immediately waking him up.
Everything felt sudden; there was hardly time to prepare for the horrid feeling of dread shivering down his spine and an urge to claw his face off, just to escape from the stench all around him.
Sanzu tried to stabilize his breath, hoping to wake up and forget the putrid odor and the wooden floor beneath him that was all too familiar. The feeling of nostalgia swirled inside his stomach, the sudden gasp of air made the smell all too strong as he stumbled across his old bedroom.
Sanzu had never expected to be trapped in his childhood house again.
What to do? He had no recollection of arriving there. This room has been abandoned for more than 10 years, what was he doing here?
Mikey. He was falling.
In a sudden resurgence of memories, he looked towards the window. Staring back at him was the decayed city sky, dead from pollution and rotten black.
Once again he stumbled and in a rush of desperation opened the window with such force he heard a crack, but found no urge to care. The cold wind hit his face and offered a brief moment of relief.
Mikey fell. Did he die? Did he die under Sanzu's watch? Did he fail?
The image of the foul-smelling boy crossed his mind, and he sucked in a breath. Just the thought of that trash made him want to puke his intestines out. He must have fallen with Mikey because Sanzu's mind was blank of any following events and there was no way they both could have survived.
Did he survive the gunshots? Sanzu remembers hearing at least three.
Was that vermin that desperate to 'save' his king?
The night sky offered no answers, so he instead decided to call one of his colleagues. The only thing he wanted to do at that point was to jump off a building and be done with it but he could not follow his king yet until he knew what was happening.
Sanzu rummaged through his pockets with no success, that's when he started to wonder where his revolver went. That shit was expensive, customized to fit Sanzu's preferences, and even matching with the Haitani brother's guns (He never agreed to that shut up). The only thing he found however was his flip phone from twelve years ago.
Huh.
He was glad for the fresh air, as he could think more clearly, and slowly came to the horrid conclusion that everything was too vivid to be a dream. Sanzu had never had such realistic dreams before, he remembers sometimes waking up in cold sweat but he just assumed that was a common occurrence for most. It would most definitely be odd for him to start lucid dreaming in his late twenties, but not impossible, right?
The phone said it was 2005. Sanzu barely remembers that year. Wanting to repeat his teenage-years was not some sort of wish he ever had.
Honestly, anything regarding the early years of his life had been forgotten, either due his excessive drug-use or there was just nothing memorable to remember. All he knew however, was that a lot of things started that year, whether good or bad he has yet to recall.
"You gotta be shitting me." He sucked in a breath.
He was definetly awake, his long silver hair was another obvious sign that something was wrong. At this time in his life, he was still under the command of Mucho, much to his dismay.
Mucho's death and disappearance was something he took enormous pride in. Everything was conducted perfectly, the "I'm so devastated where could Mucho be" act he prepared for the grieving family was so on point no one suspected him to be involved, and it took the quite incompetent police force months to even find the body only to never even recognize it.
