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Ayumu Shichi opened his eyes. This was surprising for a number of reasons, because his heart had just been ripped out of his chest, and he had watched the timer on his head tick down to the seconds. He had known he was going to die. Always known, ever since Happy Medium restarted his heart in his chest all those years ago. Death came for us all, and he was no exception. He had known it was his time, and he had fought anyway.
Because that was what he did.
He was a hero, and heroes fought.
“What are you doing here?” someone asked in amusement, and he looked around. He was on some steps, leading up to a towering structure he didn’t recognize, and cars were flying in the air.
“What?” he asked, and then startled at the sound of his own voice. There was a man standing before him, clad in robes he also didn’t recognize, with a cylinder at his hip that looked important. But, what was more important was that was the voice of a child. He was a…
A child.
What?
“Well, he seems healthy. No signs of neglect or abuse,” the doctor said as she ran a scanner over Ayumu, and he stared blankly at her. “He’s fine, but we really should find his guardians.”
“I don’t have any,” he said, and both the tall man and the woman blinked down at him. His parents had been dead for decades now, and nothing was going to change that.
“What do you mean, you don’t have parents?” she asked as she crouched in front of him, and he stared down at her.
“What else is that supposed to mean?” he replied, and she blinked. “I don’t have parents.”
“Surely, someone left you at our doorstep,” she said, and he stared at her in silence. “Did you get lost and find your way here?”
“I have no memories,” he said. “I don’t know why I was there.”
“No memories at all? ” she asked, and he continued to stare at her. She stared back at him, and he decided he shouldn’t answer any more questions until he figured out what was going on. There was a timer over her head, and the cause of death read ‘Order 66’. What was Order 66? And the man… There was a similar timer over his head, and it read ‘Sith’ as cause of death. What did that mean, and why was Ayumu…
Well.
Why was he changing colors?
That was what he was really stuck on.
He had patterns on his arms, and they were shifting colors, from blue to green to orange and pink, like they couldn’t pick a color.
“Well, you’re a Patul Nautolan, so someone is looking for you,” the man said, and turned. “I’ll send out a message to the Patul and ask them if they’re missing anyone. What is your name?”
“Ayumu Shichi,” he replied, and the man frowned.
“That’s not a Nautolan name. I don’t recognize that culture. Are you mixed?”
“How should I know?” he replied, and the man stared at him in silence. Ayumu knew he was being rude, but it was frustrating to be spoken to as if he was a child. Even if he was, currently, very much a child.
“Well, he is Force sensitive…” the doctor said hesitantly, and Ayumu blinked.
“What is Force sensitive?” he asked, and she stared at him.
“It means you have a connection to the Force, and a very strong one,” she said, and Ayumu blinked a few times.
“What’s the Force?” he asked, and there was silence again.
“Well, I suppose you are quite young…” she said, but she didn’t sound so sure. “The Force is…”
“It's an energy field that exists in the galaxy and encompasses all living things,” the man said, and that sounded like mysticism bullshit to Ayumu, but what did he know? His quirk was mysticism bullshit, ruled by the Shinigami, not himself.
“In any case, I will not risk angering the Patul Nautolans by taking one of their own without confirmation that we can, ” the man said, and Ayumu reached up to feel the tendrils growing out of his head. They were hypersensitive to his touch, and he winced. It was weird to see in ultraviolet light. At least, that was what he thought this was. All of the colors were bright, glowing, vibrant, and he was already getting a headache from it all.
“I’m not saying that we do, I’m just saying he is Force sensitive,” she said, and the man crossed his arms. “In fact, I’ve never seen midichlorian readings like this. It doesn’t seem possible.”
Ayumu was silent, and the man was staring down at him in contemplation.
“I will call the Patul Nautolans and see if they’re missing a child,” he said and turned on his heel. “They’re protective of their young.”
Ayumu had no idea what was going on. He truly had no idea, and all he could come up with was that he had reincarnated. That was the only solution he could think of, and he was now at a loss as to what to do. When that Nomu ripped his heart out of his chest, all he could think was ‘that’s it. It’s over’. The timer had ticked down to nothing, and he was finally dead. He believed in the Shinigami, but as for an afterlife? Well, that he had never considered. Not really.
“Let’s get you something to eat,” the doctor said and picked him up off of the bed, setting him down on the floor and reaching for his hand. He submitted to the indignity with a quiet sigh, letting her take his hand and lead him off, and she led him towards the big open doorway, on the heels of the man that had raised such a stink about this.
They walked through the halls in silence, and he wished he was anywhere but here. He really did. When he died, all he wanted to do was rest, and not have to worry about this blasted quirk anymore. Now, he was reincarnated with his quirk intact, and he didn’t know what to do about it.
Some god somewhere was laughing at him. Of that much, he was sure.