Daisuke grumbled in disappointment of Jak not believing him, running a hand through his hair. It was then that he remembered that he had swapped places just as he had leaped from the diving board above the pool, wondering if his past self was all right, until another revelation hit him; ten years ago, he had not known how to swim. "Crap!" the man said in an obvious display of worry, both of his hands atop of his head. As much as he was certain that the others would've heard the screaming as he hit the pool, he wasn't sure if they saw that it was his past self. Then again, the swap was always followed with a large cloud of pink smoke, so they should've been able to notice...

With that thought, Daisuke sighed in relief and resumed the conversation. "Because we're all friends in the future!" He beamed, rubbing his chin in thought. "See, in my timeline, I got lost during lunch on my first day and I wandered off to the gymnasium, where the gym teacher, Mister Bologna, told me to go this way to get back on track. Just as I was, you were sitting on that grass right there," he pointed to the spot where Jak had been sitting before. "And I tripped and fell on you, and then you punched me and called me a pervert! Good times, aha."

Daisuke laughed at the memory, wishing he could go back to it as his younger self. Right then, he remembered... It's almost been five minutes.. now's my chance! "Say, you still don't believe that I'm from ten years in the future? Watch this..." After stepping back and waiting for a few moments, he began a countdown.

"Seven, six, five, four, three, tw-"

Suddenly, three fingers pinched Daisuke's ear as a teacher as tall as him showed up. "So, you're the man in swimming trunks that the students were reporting. I'll have you know that adults are not permitted on school grounds unless you work here, or you have a pass."

"B-but, Mister Bologna!" Daisuke recognized the man as the gym instructor, trying to reason with the teacher. "You know me! I used to-"

"If a man claiming to be a former student of mine is walking around school wearing nothing but swimming trunks, then I'll have no sympathy when they lock you up for being a pedophile. I'm taking you to the office," Mister Bologna said, dragging Daisuke towards the school building.

"Ya-yamero!" Daisuke told him to stop in Japanese as he flailed his arms dramatically, unable to resist. Before he was taken a considerable distance, he shouted as he waved at her, "See you next time, Jak! It was nice talking to you! Good luck in your karate thing! Be nice to my younger self!"

Angel continued to watch the birds until she heard the bell ring. That was when she started to people watch as the students rushed out of the building to go get food. She thought about getting some food of her own but decided against it. When the numbers had petered out she got bored and proceeded to close her eyes and told herself to sleep only, but only for thirty minutes. As she blacked out the earth with her eye lids she heard the world begin to sigh. The trees were happy, sky was relaxed, the wind was playful, and the people were oblivious.

David Could barely hear what the man in swim trunks was saying to the girl he was talking too. Something about being from the future. While he wanted to write it as him either being crazy or just messing with her, he knew from experience that just because something sounds impossible it doesn't mean it is.After all who'd believe him if he talked about his illusions. However before he could walk up and ask the man, Mr Bologna showed up and dragged him away.Having gotten curious David quickly finished eating, and put his knife back in the backpack. After waiting for a while in order to not make sure Mr Bologna wouldn't suspect anything, he got up and walked in the same direction he was dragging the possible Daisuke. David hadn't thought about how he would figure out if the guy was telling the truth, or what he would do in that case. At the last moment he decided to ask the girl if she wanted to come along. "Jacki right? What I heard the two of talking about made me curious, so I'm going to follow them and see if the guy was actually telling the truth. And yeah I know how it sounds, but I've seen some crazy things already. You wanna come along?"

Jak was even more confused as he explained. They way he phrased it, it sounded like it was more than just him and her being friends. Not to mention… they were new so it wasn't logical that Daisuke's or any of his family knew her at all, yet he knew her name and how she acted. She tried to figure it out, but soon someone -Mister Bolonga, the gym teacher- came and pulled Daisuke's brother away. What exactly was he trying to show her that would prove his extremely unlikely claim? She felt like she should follow him, but at the same time she didn't want to get in trouble.

Then David showed up, asking if she wanted to follow him and see if what the man said was true. Jak, against her better judgement, said,"sure, the way he acted he was so certain that he was from ten years in the future. If he is, I want to ask him a few questions." for once! she wore a serious face. If he was from ten years in the future, did he know what would happen to make them friends? Did he know about her father? She wanted to know all these things, because even though her mother said that her father died of natural causes… they had a closed casket funeral.

Also, she wanted to know about the karate thing. How had he known about that? They way he spoke it was like he knew all about her, even though they'd just moved there. She smiled, at least she wasn't going alone to see what was going on. "Come on, Mister Balogna probably dragged that guy to his office. If we hurry I think I know a few good hiding spaces in there."

It was truly an odd sight; one man, the gym teacher, pulling the ear of another man who was equal in staggering height, wearing nothing but swimming trunks and clutching a bag resembling a purse compared to his size, down the hall of the main school building.

Daisuke painfully squirmed as he was pulled forcefully by the burly man, causing even more of a commotion than he already did as more students witnessed the strange act. He flapped his arms about like a bird lifting off into the sky, which annoyed the teacher. "You're a strange man, aren't you?"

"Please, let me go!" Daisuke cried as they entered the teacher's lounge, which had been currently empty at the time. Mister Bologna almost literally threw Daisuke into one of the chairs and instructed the man to not move a single inch, lest he wanted to be arrested. Daisuke quietly complied, nodding as the teacher walked off into one of the closets in the room, leaving the man on his lonesome.

"Ah, man. They're really gonna kill me when I get back, we definitely lost the competition!" Daisuke mumbled to himself, sighing. "I swear, if we lost to the Beccio Family, I'm going to-"

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A fifteen-year old Daisuke blinked as pink smoke filled the teacher's lounge, patting down several places across his body in confirmation of his physical existence. His school uniform was soaking wet from the pool that he had suddenly fallen into five minutes ago, and in an instant, he had suddenly been surrounded by tons of people he'd never met. There were some faces that he swore that he could recognize, and one person who seemed extremely familiar had begun to explain the complicated use of what he called the "Ten Year Bazooka".

"Cool!" was all Daisuke had responded with, cheering as the brown-haired adult sighed. "Huh? Where am I..."

Daisuke looked around as the pink smoke dissipated, unsure of where he was. He heard someone rummaging through a closet to his right, seeing the gym teacher walk into the room with a stack of papers in his hands. "Alright, you- EEEUUUUGH!"

"Oh, it's you!" Daisuke said, pointing to the man as he watched the papers fly out of his hands, fluttering all about. "Where am I, Mister...?"

Mister Bologna looked extremely confused, looking to his right and left before reverting his eyes to Daisuke. "Wh-where's the man?!"

"Huh? What are you talking about?" The boy tilted his head, just as confused.

"The tall man wearing nothing but swimming trunks!"

Daisuke's face beamed with realization. "Oooooooh~" he said, raising a finger. "He's me from the future, sir!"

"Eh?" Mister Bologna's confused look turned into a blank stare. Clearly frustrated, he shook his head and pointed a finger to the door. "... just get out."

"Okay!" Daisuke said, prancing out of the teacher's lounge and back into the hall with his bag, peering at the Ten Year Bazooka and grinning. This is gonna be a fun year!

Raniero watched on as the half-naked Daisuke(?) seemed to hold a rather brief conversation with Jakki, though evidently there was significantly less talking from the female part, before being dragged off by Mr. Bologna. The pale young man didn't hear much of the conversation, given his distance from the speakers, but he could absolutely swear that the male half of the conversation shouted something like 'good luck in karate' and 'be nice to my younger self' after giving a standard departure message. But that couldn't have been what he had said, right? Daisuke just moved here, so he wouldn't have had time to learn of Jak's participation in the Karate Club. With that knowledge in mind, the brain-damaged young man came to the conclusion that that most definitely was not Daisuke, just some creeper who looked like him.

"Time travel nonexistent. Like special rainbow fire. Likely just a creeper," Rani thought aloud to himself before putting his hand to his chin in thought, "Wait. No. Time travel nonexistent now. In future, perhaps. Magic fire still implausible. Definitely just coma dream." He plucked a wilted rose from the patch, something to compare his garden at home to, and began to hobble towards Jak and David, the latter of which seemed to have approached the former after the odd male was forcibly dragged off and Rani was musing to himself. Maybe he was getting answers just like Rani intended to do. Unfortunately, it seemed that he had decided to approach them too late, as before he got there the two had decided to run off.

Rani put his hand to the electrode device on his neck. He still had 15 minutes, and if he overclocked his implants he could definitely catch up to them. "...No. Not now," he affirmed, deciding that doing so wouldn't be a proper course of action. "Will ask later," Raniero nodded, "definitely." He looked down to the dead flower he was turning in his hands before turning on his heel and bumping into Cyril, who was apparently directly beside him. Oops.

"Sorry," Rani said, despite the fact it was him sitting on the ground, after having been knocked off balance.

Hmm? This was certainly very interesting. Cyril was just within earshot, though it was not difficult to hear this so called ‘Daisuke from Ten Years In The Future’ speak. Even if he was from ten years in the future, he was just as idiotic as he was before. The dark haired man heaved a sigh as he watched the Future Daisuke get dragged off by a teacher. The only thing that I can think about that would actually prove what he said is… nah… It can’t be. he shook his head. It really couldn’t be. That idiot having the weapon of the Bovino Family? He wasn’t even part of the mafia! Or was he..?

Cyril was going to follow anyway. Curiosity was gnawing at him. Daisuke can’t have the Ten Year Bazooka. It should be with that Lambo. he thought, walking after the two. He almost made it to the entrance of the school when someone bumped into him, making him take a step back in surprise. Another male was at his feet, this one with whitish hair and pale skin. His eyes narrowed down at him. ”You should watch where you’re going.” he snarled down at Raniero. However, he reached down and took his hand, hauling him back up to his feet. He wasn’t so cruel as to leave a sickly boy on the ground. Sure, he might punch someone in the face when they pushed him over the line. Yes, he would hold someone’s head underwater after they had sneered at him too much. But leaving Raniero on the ground? Jesus, the guy used crutches.

Cyril turned his back on the white-haired male and slipped into the school as he took a bite out of the chocolate bar in his hand. He chewed slowly as he followed Daisuke and the teacher from a distance. They’re taking him to the office. But if he really was hit by the Ten Year Bazooka, I’ll have to ‘ask’ him a few questions.

As he made his way to the teacher’s lounge, he found himself face to face with Daisuke. Just as he suspected, he was back to normal and soaked to the bone. Cyril narrowed his eyes and gathered his thoughts before speaking. Even so, he was blunt and straight-forward. ”You’re sopping wet.”

"Advice taken," Rani said rather bluntly from his position on the ground in response to taller, brown-haired young man's quip about watching where he was walking. Fortunately for Rani, however, Cyril didn't just leave the poor bloke there and go off on his own way. Rather, the normally abrasive teen had taken the liberty of hauling Raniero upright. "Thank you," the sickly-looking young teen said with a smile and a bit of a nod towards Cyril, who seemed to have just decided to walk off. Raniero watched him for a bit, before noticing what direction he was going - he was following the creeper and Mr. Bologna to the latter's office, it seemed.

"Three others come up with similar conclusion. I come up with same. In theory, should be a good idea," Rani mumbled to himself before deciding upon committing to the idea that he and the others had thought of attempting. He too was rather curious as to the odd swimming trunks-clad man's motives as to going to school, as well as what that whole business he was blabbering on about regarding being from ten years in the future was all about. Assuming what he heard wasn't just some defect in his own admittedly damaged mentality. "Cyril. Following Bologna and new boy as well?" Rani asked, having rushed to catch up to the person in question's pace. Walking on his own was perfectly fine with Rani, sure, but that didn't mean that he wanted to end up wasting the creeper's time by making him explain thrice. Having lived with keeping efficiency a priority for his waking life, he had learned how to keep most things short and sweet.

Upon arrival at the office, Rani took a moment to rub his eyes to see if they were still working properly. Sure, a brown haired young man was there, but this one was fully clothed and looked roughly 8-10 years younger! And he was pretty sure that the creeper from earlier wasn't named Daisuke. They might've looked alike, but there were distinct differences. He also noted that Daisuke was soaking, which Cyril had remarked on already. "Pushed in canals, maybe? Or fell in? Willingly swam is doubtful, but possible (why clothes would be on, another case...)," Rani commented, building off of Cyril's comment, "Perhaps strange man's time travel talk was true. Dropped off at pool, maybe. Beach is equally likely. Though general time travel theory... very unlikely. Implausible, really."

David was glad that Jakki didn't ask anything about the crazy things he had seen before seeing as he wasn't in the mood to explain. As the two of them headed towards the in a different direction to avoid detection,he noticed some pale white haired girl sleeping in one of the trees. While he wondered why she didn't pick a more comfortable spot, they arrived at the entrance of the main building. Thanks to his partner's directions, they quickly arrived at the gym teacher's office.

After looking inside through a window David was surprised to see the room was empty. That's odd, they should be here by now especially seeing they took the faster more direct route" He thought to himself, before reaching the conclusion that "Daisuke" probably slowed down Bologna by struggling or something.He opened the door and as soon as they were in the office he turned to face Jakki. " Lets get to your hiding place quickly, before anyone shows up."

Jak had to think. She'd been in here a few times, about her fighting, but it appeared that they had rearranged a little since the last time she'd been there. "Hmmm. There's the desk, and I think that we could hide next to the doorframe outside…" not the best plan, but it was better than nothing. "They've redecorated since I was here last, so we might just have to wing it." she shrugged, but moved to the best hiding spot there. The desk, where the secretary usually sat and she hid under it. She would be fine at least until the secretary returned.

She felt like she was playing hide and seek. Which was so childish, but it couldn't be helped. She wanted to know what was going on. She had so many questions, but there weren't any that could be answered by anyone except Daisuke. Maybe she'd try and sit next to him when they returned to class to get some answers. Hopefully the teacher wouldn't notice her change in seat. He probably would, but it was something she'd worry about later.

If Daisuke was correct, about ten minutes or so had passed in total since the lunch period began, and he was rather unsure of how much more time was left for it. All he knew was, was that not a single bite of food was in his system, his clothes were soaking wet, and he had used up the one bit of ammunition for the Ten Year Bazooka. "Ehhhh," he whined as he rubbed his rumbling stomach, walking down the hall. He wondered if he would ever learn the layout of this school. "I'm soooo hungry!"

Daisuke rummaged through his bag and looked to make sure that his books were intact, as well as the Ten Year Bazooka. When he saw that they were still there, he sighed in relief. Good, they didn't confiscate it! "Wuuaaahhh! I'd rather almost drown than not have lunch!" The boy threw his hands up in anguish, his hunger causing his senses to fail in noticing-

"Gupyaa!" Daisuke screamed as he tripped over Cyril's shoe, landing square on his face.

It seemed that the guy was so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t know where he was going. Cyril blinked as he completely ignored his questions and proceeded to trip over his shoe. This guy is idiotic. Cyril thought as he rubbed the bridge of his nose. He let out a frustrated sigh and shook his head. Why he has the Ten Year Bazooka, I don’t know. But I’m going to find out. And so, the dark haired boy walked up to him and placed his foot on the middle of his back. I can’t let my temper get out of control. If I do I might scare him away, and then I’ll never know. Thank God I won’t have to associate myself with him, unless I’m unlucky enough to be paired up with him for a school project. he shuddered at the thought.

”I asked you a question.” he grunted, narrowing his eyes down at Daisuke as he shoved his hands into his pockets. ”Why do you have the Ten Year Bazooka? More importantly, why the hell did you bring it to school?”

"Hmm? Expressing familiarity with situation? Interesting," Raniero remarked, having caught Cyril's comment about some 'Ten Year Bazooka'. Not that it was hard to do so, given his proximity to the duo. The light-haired young man hobbled over to Daisuke's side. Continuing to ramble to himself in order to gather his thoughts, Rani added, "Name of mystery device also interesting. 'Ten Year Bazooka'. Implying time travel theory correct?" He put his hand to his chin and looked up in thought as he began to pace in front of the new Japanese student, still continuing his analysis of the situation to the taps of his crutch on the ground.

"However time travel tech not public. Implications... unpleasant," as Rani mused as he looked between Cyril and Daisuke, "Scientifists? Ha. No. Improbable. Entertaining thought, however. Paramilitary? No again. Not disciplined enough. Would follow protocol. Actions too brash." He stopped and thought again. He glanced at the two once more.

"...Criminal?"

David didn't like it that Jakki didn't seem sure about the hiding spots as before.However he had no choice but to go with her suggestions. At first he tried to join her under the desk, but it was just barely too small for both of them. With no other options, he switched to the door frame. However since there was still a chance of him getting discovered, David decided to do something that he knew was stupid. It was just that his curiosity was stronger then his common sense. After confirming that it was possible for Jakki to see him, he warned her. "Don't freak out,okay." Immediately after saying that he created the illusion of the door frame being empty, essentially becoming invisible

Jakki had just settled into her hiding spot when David said not to freak out. Freak out about what? It wasn't like he had magic powers or anything, that stuff was impossible. After a moment, she watched as he completely vanished from sight. Woah, how did he do that? There wasn't time for questions as she waited and waited for the gym teacher to show up. It was long while to wait while the questions lingered in her mind. That was amazing, and she couldn't just ask him because the teacher might hear her. At last he opened the door, and walked inside -alone.

Apparently Daisuke had been dragged somewhere else because the teacher swung by, grumbling about crazy kids and grabbing his own lunch off his desk and tottering off. Jakki crawled out from her hiding spot, made sure the teacher was out of earshot, then yelled, "holy crap how'd you do that?!"Was he some kind of magician in training or something? She'd never known of anyone just able to turn invisible like that before. It was really surprising, to see someone do that. "Was it mirrors? No, sleight of hand." Jak guessed, trying to come up for logical explanations. "Come on, just one little hint because that was pretty cool."

"Oh, Cyril!" Daisuke sighed in relief, turning over onto his back and feeling Cyril's foot atop of his stomach. He adjusted the foot so that it no longer kept him down, almost applying too much strength and knocking the boy over. He got up to his feet and brushed down his clothing with his hands from the dust, scratching the back of his head and grabbing the bag. Seeing Cyril pocket his hands and pull off the tough guy act made Daisuke laugh; he'd seen it so many times! "I'm not sure," he stated almost like a question. "But it was in the closet of my new home and had a weird note that I couldn't really read!"

A large grin painted itself on Daisuke's face as he pointed a finger at Cyril, mocking in a rather childish manner. "In the future, you told me to keep it with me at all times, haha!" Or at least, the Japanese boy thought that it was Cyril.

Did Raniero ask if this idiot was a criminal? Cyril let out a sarcastic laugh, shaking his head at the pale, white haired boy. This one doesn’t have the heart to be a criminal. he thought as he glowered down at Daisuke. He had shifted his foot from its position and easily got him off of him. Cyril blinked in surprise as he regained his balance, but his deadpanned expression did not waver at all. It was then that Daisuke said that he had found the Ten Year Bazooka in his closet with a note that he couldn’t read. And of course, he started to play around with it. he inhaled and let out a loud sigh. Daisuke, while pointing at him, said that his future self had told him to keep it with him at all times.

Cyril’s face actually changed. Oh God, I actually know him in the future. ”Well, the next time you shoot yourself with the Bazooka, please give my future self a good smack across the face. I don’t know what I’m thinking ten years in the future.” he ran a hand down his face, groaning loudly. If the Ten Year Bazooka was here… did that mean that they would get involved with the mafia? He didn’t want anything else to do with them. He wanted to be a normal boy, live a normal life. That was why he had left Lipari in the first place. ”Anyway, I should follow you around and make sure you don’t bang that thing up. The Ten Year Bazooka is a very delicate weapon.”

He glowered over at Raniero. Cyril shouldn’t be talking so freely about the Ten Year Bazooka—he could begin to wonder why he knew so much. The dark haired boy sunk his teeth into his chocolate bar again, chewing slowly as he mulled over the situation.

Angel eventually climbed down from the tree and smiled as she stretched. "Time for food." She set about walking though the town. She knew of a very nice little resteraunt tucked away where most people will never see. She came in and normally this time of day it was empty but today there was one person there. She looks familiar. "Fionn is that you?"

Fionn was eating his food when someone walked up to him. His amber eyes lifted up from his meal and blinked at the pale haired girl. Ah, this is Angel… he recognized her from his class, and he dropped his gaze to his food again, his cheeks flushing a very vibrant color of red. [i]Why did someone have to come and bother me now? It’s bad enough that the teacher called on him to read a paragraph from their text book while everyone stared at him, but now she had to come and talk to him as well? He heaved a sigh and looked at her again.

”Hello, Angel.” his voice was soft and weak sounded, as if he was sick. But in reality, he was just shy. ”How are you?”

"Yay!" Daisuke cheered, wrapping his arm around Cyril's elbow and beginning to prance around in circles, imitating a dance of some sort. He laughed, whirling the two about. "We're friends! Let's hang out and play video games and other stuff!" Then, as if the Japanese boy had suddenly remembered something urgent, he stopped in his tracks with a gasp. He retracted his arm from the grab and took a step away from Cyril, pulling his hand behind his head as he threw it at Cyril, quickly slapping his face. "You told me to do that, too! Or wait, was it that other guy..."

Daisuke rubbed the back of his head and fixed his messy brown hair, sighing. "Oh well, I can't remember. But somebody told me to do that!"