To be kneed in the chest, struck with a powerful palm attack, and sent flying straight into the wall of the Boss' house, was extremely painful.
But nothing could compare to the excruciating agony of an empty stomach's rumbling.
"Itai..." Daisuke stifled a whimper as he remained face down on the ground, his arm slowly lifting to place a hand at the back of his head as his other hand lifted his light body from the floor. He fell on to his backside and sat upright, seeing that his Bō Staff had went with him and laid a few meters beside him. He continued to rub his head and pout mentally about not having breakfast until the scary woman shadowed over him, and he screamed, falling back a bit. "Please! Don't hurt me!" he waved a hand in front of him, now backed up against the wall. When she remained unmoved by his plea, he hastily crawled to the right and dove for his weapon like an action hero, jumping to his feet and breaking off into a sprint across the yard.
"I'm too young to die!" Daisuke howled as he attempted to run away from the scary woman.
Tch. No good.
Vector tapped his feet on the roof of Naoto's house, irritated at the lack of potential that the Lightning Guardian candidate exemplified. Was this choice of a successor truly this frantic and cowardly? Feeling that he had no choice, he reached down to a wooden crate and pulled out a massive purple 'toy' bazooka, loading one 'shot' and hefted it onto his right shoulder. He aimed precisely where Daisuke would run to, and in an instant, he pulled the trigger. The shot pierced the air as a pinkish trail of smoke followed it, pinning the Japanese boy directly in the back and filling the boy's surroundings with pink smoke.
Show me who you are, ten years from now.
A small part of Sonya was relieved to see the idiot rise up after slamming hard onto the wall, but she quickly rolled her eyes at Daisuke's failed attempt to run away and responded with a heel kick to the shoulder, forcing him down to his knees. "The Thunder Guardian is the one who willingly takes the attacks aimed at the family. Without complaints. Now quit your whining and get ready." Sonya stated as she pulled her foot off him. She was about to release another string of attacks when the familiar sound of a cannon firing stopped her in her tracks. Not wanting to get caught in the blast, the red head leaped back just in time to see Daisuke get engulfed in pink smoke.
The pink smoke slowly began to dissipate as the gigantic outline of a man replaced where Daisuke stood, an 'additional joint' extending from the hands as an object was flipped from the extension and landed back down at the arm.
Well this certainly spices things up. She thought as a taller, leaner Daisuke rose from the dissipating smoke.
"JESUS CHEMIST!" The much-deeper voice of the man followed after the object landed. The pink smoke completely dispersed, and a titan of an older Daisuke appeared, a pan held in his hand and a pancake on his wrist. He dropped the pan and began to fumble the hot pancake, causing it to flip back into the air. Seeing this, the future version of Daisuke's eyes grew wild and, like a wolf pouncing on its prey, he set his teeth into the pancake as it was midair. He blinked twice before he spit it back out, panting. "Hot, hot, hot..."
It was then that Daisuke realized where he was, and an overjoyed face quickly came after the revelation. "I was just making breakfast for you guys!" he exclaimed, looking around curiously and observing everyone until his eyes landed on Sonya, to which he cringed. A sly grin followed shortly after as he slowly walked towards her, picking up the Bō Staff from the ground where his younger self had dropped it. "Yo, Sonya." he called out, walking up to her. "It's me, Daisuke, the person who you always scared."
Abby coughed lightly and covered her mouth, the scent of smoke reminding her of the events that took place just yesterday. But to her surprise, nothing had caught fire. Instead, a dark-haired man stood tall in the middle of the scene, a pan in one hand and a pancake resting on his wrist. He was rather handsome, but that thought soon disappeared from her mind when Daisuke-like tendencies arose from said man as he tossed the pancake into the air and caught it with his mouth.
"What just happened?" She questioned as the seemingly man announced that he was, in fact, the Japanese boy. He had a confident swagger to him that Abby found attractive until Sonya rushed forward and slammed her fist into his stomach.
"Everyone, what you see before you is the result of a special weapon called the Ten-Year Bazooka." The red-head announced before promptly kicking the man in the shin.
"Made famous by the previous Thunder Guardian, anyone shot with the Bazooka will switch places with their ten years later form." Another kick, this time to Daisuke's ribs.
"This effect only lasts for 5 minutes before the current and future self switch back." Sonya finished off her assault with one last punch to the face, sending the older man flying through the back yard again, landing just before the fence right into Miku's gardenias. The red-head dusted off her hands as she turned to the teenagers watching.
"Any questions before we move on?"
"Yeah," the older Daisuke coughed as he rose from his makeshift grave, seemingly unaffected by the attack. He retained his smile and began to spin the Bō Staff around with no fault. He returned to the company of the main group and threw it off to the side, just in case he would have lost track of time and it would accidentally leave with him. "Where's my dad?" he asked Sonya rather simply, his eyes wandering around until they met the figure blocking the sun from Naoto's roof.
Unlike the typical attire that one would assume to be worn by a mafioso, Daisuke dressed like an average everyday citizen. Wrapped around one of his fingers was a ring that resembled one during engagement. "Hajime!" he called out for the man to reveal himself, to which he did in a rushed manner. As soon as Vector landed with no issue, he landed a jab across Daisuke's face, though it did not produce much of an effect like Sonya's attacks.
"Idiot, who told you to call out my name like that?"
Daisuke frowned. "You're still cranky, Dad!" he sounded disappointed. "Ten years from now, you're cool and-"
"Pipe it, you." Vector warned his son, sighing. "It was a matter of time before my cover was blown, anyway."
