Tale of Souls Chapter Thirteen
Class meetings are always a funky situation. You are told to sit in a classroom of over a hundred others just like you, regardless of age, race or gender or creed. You never understand if it’s because someone is tormenting the world, or someone broke a few rules and the shame game continues. All I know is that I walked back into a moment of time after several situations that left me what felt like brain dead. I shake my head and make it look like I may have tried not to fall asleep.
“Alright you screw heads, settle down – you in the front stop playing patty cakes, this isn’t third grade.” Izuchi grinned and stepped behind the lectern in the center of the room.
Unlike most lecture halls or classrooms, our meeting room was very informal – we had chairs everywhere and a full kitchen for those of us who felt like having a coffee or a juice during the meeting. That being said, usually we also had our duties to bring out finger food for those of us who forgot to eat lunch during our study breaks.
“Ok, so our class meeting today is a mere informational session.” He smiled at us, but it was not a good smile. “I have two major things to inform you of – my temporary leave, and some backlash that may come from it from people such as the media.”
“Temporal leave? Izu-san, why are you leaving – holiday?” A familiar voice, I looked over to see who it was and saw a tuft of long brown hair in a braid. Ryan’s here, ok that’s a start.
“Yea, how temporary? ELSA WON’T STOP FARTING at me in his sleep and it’s just not fucking fair. ALSO IF IT’S A VACATION I WANT TO GO” Rana’s here, i’m not sure this is the correct version of time – i’m not sure we found Rana this early in the game did we? Also, I don’t remember meeting Kristoff until I was much older – so why is he here?
“Isn’t my fucking fault someone dragged me here cause he was bored and wanted a playmate.” Kristoff quipped, throwing a wad of notebook paper at the back of Rana’s head.
“You could call it that, but it’s a bit different. I’ve got to take temporary leave for a couple reasons, one being somewhat medical and the other being publicity wise.” Izuchi sighed, and ruffled a few papers on the lectern and frowned, “Also, I’ve heard there has been hazing with some of the new students. Next person to duct tape the newbies to the bathroom walls, will personally have me slinging them upside down from the public gym, naked covered in pink dye. Understood?”
The hazing was not anything new; I got it the first day I arrived. Namely, the culprit was not anyone I knew, thank god. But I had noticed a few people being mixed up in the duct tape to the wall, fireworks to the crotch of the pants routines. It’s a school of a couple thousand people; the only people usually in the meetings are senior aged students. How they got me involved in the hazing, I don’t know – I wasn’t a junior student when I came in.
I just noticed that Izuchi can only see Ryan and I. Another wad of notebook paper went flying at my head and nobody noticed it. The two in question are laughing their heads off like they were on loads of sugar. I took another look, and realized they’re older than they should be if they were in this situation.
“Remember when he found you in his office the first time and nobody else knew you were here?” Kristoff coughed, and started rolling up more wads of paper. “I mean, I know I was still part of you at the time but y’know for memory’s sake?”
“OH FUCK ME HE WAS GONNA MURDER ME.” Rana snorted, “YOU FREAKING UNDERAGED MORON WHY ARE YOU IN MY OFFICE”
“Oops, he found us.” Kristoff threw the last ball of paper at me and grinned, “Sorry, Mako sent us after you to make sure you’re ok. You’re lucky he didn’t send your husband and your son after you.”
I darted a confused, and frustrated look at both of them and went back to paying attention to Izuchi’s statement. Ignoring those two is probably the dumbest thing i’ve ever done the whole time I’ve been walking the lines of time. Settling into this time is the wrong thing to do, but without hesitation that’s exactly what I do.
“Back to the leave situation, the medical part is private – the other publicity is that I have to take leave not just from here, but my music career needs to end.” Izuchi sighed, and scratched his head for a minute. “Unfortunately as usual, as you know every damn day of your life – if you’re different, the outside world will hate on you like acid reflux from Domino’s pizza. Shiro, my dear friend and visionary for this place will help take over in my stead.”
“So why do you need to leave?” Terrin quipped, “You’re a talented musician, stuff what the fuck they think.”
In all but one timeline he’s been in a band or two. The varied modes of success depend on the timeline. He’s half human, so the problem lies in which version of time and how much he plays into what side of him. There’s some crazy backstory I don’t have time to go into.
“When your record execs are bitching about those bloody super powered humans running the show, it’s time to cause a ruckus and leave.” Shiro walked up to the lectern from one of the front row seats. What Izuchi is proposing is to fake his own death, and a funeral will proceed. You are all welcome to attend, but you must realize there may be backlash.”
Similar height, bleached blonde hair and sunglasses – adorned with a crazy ass scarf around his neck covering his white dress shirt. Weirder that was the grey tee-shirt he’d had underneath the dress shirt. Who the HELL is that fashionable, and ruins it by a grey Hanes t-shirt? GODDAMNIT YOU STUPID MOUSE.
‘Mickey Mouse’ – was another nickname for Mike, or as we know him Michael Gabriel Williams. Kakumei, Mickey, Cookie Monster – whatever you want. He did the same for Shiro in a way as he did for Saitou. The difference with Saitou was their souls not only bonded, but their bodies fused permanently. There’s two sides to Saitou, due to an incident when Yasuo was ahem, conceived or well ‘born’. My brain can’t wrap around that one – I mean it still hates wrapping around the fact that Psilas exists for the same reason. Saitou was far too young to go through that and the trauma split him in two – much like me being split in nearly four or more.
“My brother Kam will be there, and he’s sort of the reason I’m in shit with the label. He has abilities too, and he’s using them to further the capitalist gain. We’ve tried to get him to change his ways, I’ve even watched my cousin threaten him with a few fists to the face in our hey-day.” Izuchi sighed and looked to Shiro, “But Shiro’s statement stands true – I can’t stay in the business and even quitting isn’t good enough. I have to make it look like I’m gone for some of this to die out.”
Something tells me this wasn’t just medical or problems with his family. I could sniff out a lie easily, I guess I must have been trained to do it long ago – and I just don’t remember it. I don’t understand why they’d lie to us, tell us what we need to hear. Sniffing, or sense of smell being less of a canine thing and more of a i’m no longer human. I have yet to see any dog ears growing on me.
I heard about Kam’s past, and from what I can remember he’s some racist dickhead who has a corporate vision of capitalism. As Izuchi said, the guy is his brother; and supposedly he’s a part of the government. I don’t know why but he’s got a chip on his shoulder, and as much as he supposedly controls the finances of the family – he could care less about his brother’s pacifist nature and more about the money he’ll gain screwing the world over. There’s more to this story but as I said – I’ve settled into the moment so I’m lacking several key memories that will get me past the stupidity.
Everyone kept hearing the same story over the next twenty minutes and things got boring. I couldn’t stand the fact they lied to me, but I ignored it for now.
The meeting was over; we had coffee, juice, tea and finger food and conversations. I didn’t see the other two I saw earlier – but the notebook paper was still on the floor. I stood out like a sore thumb, picking them up and reading what was on the pieces of paper. There was something amiss and I sure wasn’t feeling well at all – some sort of headache, and a few woozy feelings. I excused myself to go back to my room for the rest of the day, claiming to have the flu or something.
The papers said some really strange things triggering this feeling. Remember how I said previously that I felt my brain was folding in on itself and I had a raging headache? Times that by ten. I unwrapped each one of the balls of paper and saw things that made no sense at the time, but would feel like they were reaching inside of me and tearing me limb from limb.
I never saw Kristoff write on these so why are these even here like this? Why can I see them and nobody else can?
I staggered into the corridors; it was a struggle getting into the hallway with my legs weakening with every second step I took. My room wasn’t too far from the class meeting room, but it felt like someone had lengthened the distance trifold. The corridors were simple carpeted hallways, like a college dormitory rather than a war station.
White wallpaper soon turned into colorful designs as I made it two feet into the room, trying to grasp every solid object to make it safely onto my bed. Success does not come often as of recent, and considering this narcolepsy made fools out of both Lily and I on occasion – it was nice to pass out on a bed rather than the kitchen floor.
The lights went off, and I was right back where I started. Auto tune my fucking schedule why don’t you. Time again, I wonder why the hell my watch doesn’t work. The world of cellphones, and yet I keep dropping mine in the sewer – and the voice in the back of my head is still a low alto female telling me I need to clean my ass with fluffy toilet paper that’s five ply so I don’t get some stupid fucking baby rash.
Stop calling me I’d scream internally – it’s like a disaster; and I awake my eyes groggy and I notice I’m no longer in the same place I felt like five minutes ago. The smell of rice, cats and a phone off the hook was giving me a headache.
“Edward, don’t – no don’t chew on daddy’s – I just bought him new shoes – don’t do it!”
I was hearing a familiar female’s voice, which was something that was scaring me. I didn’t think my parts worked like that – sure, they were real – but I figured I could do the whole male slut shit because I was sterile.
I guess not, because I am being bombarded by five little kits, two boys and three girls.
“Justin, your children are out of hand again are you going to lay around in your narcoleptic haze and just ignore them or are you going to fucking get up and help?”
I can’t tell if this is a dream from the future, or if I’m actually married with kids so quickly. I know I can pass out but not for this long, and not know what I’m doing. I’m not that autonomous. I must have left my head on the keyboard when searching for a wife – because I didn’t think I’d end up with Katia over the fact we hated each other.
Yet at the same time, this chick – Katia is only a classmate I’ve met once – so how I’m married to her I’ll never know. These dreams come when they want, not when I control them, and they begin to confuse me from the time they start to the time they finish.
Expecting to have to answer something – expecting to have to get up and pack these kids into a formulated order, I try to move a muscle.
I hope this timeline gets sorted soon, I don’t even understand how to explain this all when I get around to waking up out of my settled slumber. If I even understood what was going on, i’d tell you. Katia, I haven’t seen her in years – is she still alive? I’m with Saitou, or is this another timeline and I’m just not understanding things?
Am I dreaming?
“Kristoff, don’t forget to tell your brother he’s no longer allowed here after what he’s done to you. I know you’re worried about running into him. “
Who’s … Ok I’m. I’m not Kristoff, what’s going on.
“Yes I realize that you don’t want to incite shit baby, but he tried to kill you. You need to stand up to him. “
I feel like I did when I was back at Damien’s. My throat feels like it’s closing in again, I’m trying to stay awake. I’m trying to breathe, and I’m trying to stay alive. Am I drowning?
Is this perchance the sickness before death? The despair that will end me? There’s no way through this is there?
“You’re not coming out of this alive – nobody’s going to come for you after what you’ve done. Good luck getting bail. Four years? Try forty”
I don’t understand what’s going on. I’m trying to climb through this, my head’s spinning even though i’m laying down on a bed physically as far as I can tell.
“Justin, wake up.”
I’m trying. Trust me, if I even could tell if your voice amongst-
“Wake up and stop being a twat. I can hear your inner dialogue and I know you’re fucked in the head and weird.”
I heard a voice again, and this time I knew where I was outside of what was going on. I smelled cheetos, and I heard a voice that was muffled while eating out of the bag of cheetos. Munching, crunching and getting cheese dust all over me.
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