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One in understanding physiology undergoes that specific subject about the human body, with five senses to give and receive feedback as their responses. Five senses which are sight, taste, smell, feel and auditory.
Sound, vibrations, music. It had been a continuous run through history, even before its title, it built up into recognition behind that. It drifted through valleys and across rivers, brushing past leaves to make them tremble in laughter. Pebbles clicked together, petals shivered in harmony, and the quiet air, once still and shy, found itself whispering soft notes into the dawn. As it evolved, music grew more bold and versatile, so were the makers of creativity—of inspirations. Not everyone knew how many genres were being created from time to time, space to space and more sounds waved for everyone’s ears to reach in please.
That’s what Saiki had been admiring quietly for a long time—sound. Other than those constant loud nagging thoughts inside people’s heads and their harsh tells, music is one thing to him. Music is the only thing he can come by just so he can tolerate its presence.
It’s just like his dessert time, precious and solace. Coffee jelly makes him weak and soft, though music makes him let out all the emotions he’s been caging inside of him.
As the warm sun beamed just far above everyone’s head, Saiki’s head also grew beamingly hot, beamingly mad at today’s date. The upcoming song for his band was supposed to be uploaded within this day, then what happened? The studio looked disastrous. He used his clairvoyance to take sight of the interior of the studio, he was still rushing outside on the way to his band, and now through his vision—the inside was a mess.
Kaido’s shrieking, “How did my clumsiness even get into this mess!??”
“Midget! Look what you did to Saiki’s guitar!” Now Nendou’s yelling.
“You two are reckless! Nendou, don’t lift the guitar, you’ll worsen the damage–” Kuboyasu scolded.
Good grief..
Their voices were the worst Saiki had ever encountered. He shook his head and focused up front on today's travel. He should’ve woken up early before the sun could rise above everyone’s head, he should’ve felt the uneasiness in the sequence of his future, but no—earlier, his alertness was completely gone.
He was supposed to wake up without an alarm clock, he’s usually aware of the time and his sleep schedule, but today was unusual. The first thing that happened when he opened his eyes, instead of seeing his usual ceiling, it’s the dark midnight sky. Was it midnight at that time? Or early in the morning? He couldn’t tell.
What he could tell was the soft cool texture beneath him, nothing like his bedsheet at all. He looked around his surroundings as soon as he heard water splashing loudly, but his gaze was glued up. Glued up in concentration, because what the hell was up there? A huge, some sort of shooting star. A bright light trailing behind, but it doesn’t look like a shooting star up close. It looked like a… something big is falling in the sky.
Then the next, he was back in his room.
Was that a threat?
He immediately searched the whole orbit for any life threatening obstacle he saw just a while ago. Used his psychic powers without anyone’s notice as he scanned the whole world, looked for that one location he once stumbled by.
So, that’s why he’s here, still keeping his feet rushed against the cobblestone. He didn’t have time checking for any “unstable response” in the devices on his head, he was busy fixing his broken headphone for a reason.
He hadn’t once made any mistakes of putting danger to his world, he’s literally keeping control of everything. Through the outer layer of the atmosphere, the ground of Earth. Was the “vision” just a dream? Or a foreseen future?
As his steps ate the distance to his destination and the ticking time, his now fixed headphone around his neck, suddenly it felt like his body had paused like in the video game. As paused, a wobbly sensation tugged him closer to who knows where. The next thing, he’s back at the same place again.
Sand reached to his ankles, the loud waves brought him back to reality.
He wasn’t using his teleportation intentionally. He wasn’t using any of his psychic powers at all, when he was in a hurry by the sidewalk street. What has gotten into him? So he tried to use his teleportation intentionally this time, to go back, but what caught him next was nothing to answer his demand.
What the hell.
He pivoted to observe the surroundings. It was the same place that got him when he was still in bed. Now, he’s back again, some sort of an island. He gazed up to look for an unusual sight in the sky—nothing.
His eyes caught up once more before he carefully took one of his limiters.
Had my powers.. evolve?..
He was almost speechless. He knew it wasn’t the right time to panic, when he’s in the middle of almost feeling it.
Had his powers changed over time just now? That even the devices on his head managed to control his powerful inhuman abilities over the years can’t exactly hold his continuously growing power by now?
What was ridiculous next was when his open palm hand felt empty all of a sudden—where he placed one of his limiters just not one second ago—and it was gone.
What sort of disastrous episode is this?
Trust me, this isn’t the only.. bizarre part he’ll encounter yet.
It completely left no trail, one of his limiters vanished without his alertness, he almost grumbled spiteful words for his own act of recklessness. The water tide continued crashing against the sand, the leaves and palm trees behind him danced eerily by the steady wind.
His music band could come later. Right now, his missing limiter is his priority, at the same time restraining his powers. His alertness enhanced. The moment he stepped foot further to the filled palm trees, the ground instantly shook. He had already left a slightly large crack beneath him, the hard soil ground once he left the sand territory. Towards that little accident, he needed to be extra discreet and careful. With one of his limiters missing at this point, who knows what might happen if he rushes around like the terrified guy he appears to be.
He took his precious time with his careful steps, deep into the trees until the sun was covered by the crowd of leaves above him and the sound of the water tide was muffled behind him, forgotten for a moment. What was strange was he hadn’t heard a single thought ever since he stumbled here, a single person. He’s alone.
Besides the animals lurking around the shadows and their own thoughts popping into his, he put that problem aside for now. It’s not that he knew his way around here, but he’s fully aware of any potential harm.
Though, he didn’t exactly “panicked” when one of his powers—the X-ray vision went off from his grasp. It was suddenly gone. He was confused. He couldn’t see what’s behind one then behind it, couldn’t predict what’s far from his reach.
Oof. This was tougher for him to be alert around an unfamiliar place.
As deep through the dark green leaves, the eyes of the birds from the branches, he saw small pieces of metal around the pathway. Not just a regular-looking metal, the edges of it were glowing without connecting to anything, like electricity. As pieces of metals were more vivid to his sight’s reach, he slightly hurried his gait to follow the trail.
And as the trail left more pieces of metal, now huge and slightly half structured like an advanced machine, he saw something that could make anyone speechless. Not just speechless-surprised, speechless-horrified.
Unlike the size of the trees around the area, the one in front was gigantic in comparison. What was speechless-horrified that almost covered the mentioned gigantic bark was the huge metallic capsule. The outer material doesn’t even look like from around here, it wouldn't be called metal, maybe a sort of other alloy to call out.
A machine that shaped like a capsule, but with wings on each side, well, there were wings. Two of them were torn to pieces. Stretched and tangled black wires were around the place, all messy and off placed.
Saiki walked closer, even more quietly than intended. He put two and two together, the scene looked like the ship had landed and crashed in here. But from where?
The front window of it had long cracks all over, and the ends of every torn wire dropped bright sparks, some even emitted fade sizzling noises. When Saiki was close enough to look through the window, he saw nothing, not even the pilot of the ship. He was about to walk off, it’s not that he doesn’t care. If this ship could be a threat to his homeland, then he’ll have to take care of it by himself.
Out of nowhere, a snap from a twig was heard from behind. He turned in a sternly haste, then another sound came out, a gasp.
Other than his breath and the sizzling noise from the wires inside the capsule, he had heard a literal gasp. Where? Where did it come from? Without his X-ray vision, he grew irritated by its absence.
“Show yourself.” He spoke strictly.
A tiny sob then trailed next, not from him, but from the sound earlier.
“Do I really have to find you out there?” He left a frustrated sigh.
His shoulders stiffened and the moment he tried to use his telepathy to look for the person’s thoughts, he was left with such… language.
What the hell?
ꁲꌅꈼ ꐞꂦꐇ ꋖꍩꈼꌅꈼ…?
Ah– What the fuck?
The thought’s tone was soft and shaky, yes, but what kind of nonsense dialect was that?
ꁲ ꋖꍩꌅꈼꁲꋖ.. ꂠꂦꋊ'ꋖ ꀯꂦꂵꈼ ꋊꈼꁲꌅ ꂵꈼ…
If someone’s completely pranking him, he’s going to do more than punish them for trying to deceive him. He started walking, hurrying to find the voices in his head. Until he heard a stifle cry, sounding like pain reached in presence. That’s when he found a figure, getting tangled by more wires, actively electrical wires.