One moment, the day had been peaceful. The sky overhead stretched clear and blue and the city moved as it was wont, with the usual comfortable hustle and bustle of people moving about their lives. There was even pleasant little breeze moving through. But of course that couldn’t last. It could never last. The next moment, Nagito Komaeda found himself sprawling to the ground rather abruptly, a winded “Oof!” pushed from his lungs the instant he made contact with the hard pavement. The world fell silent, drowned out by the sharp ringing suddenly occupying his ears, as the hapless victim lay there, too shocked to move.
Other sounds quickly began to pierce through the haze as the ringing diminished, and he opened his eyes, blinking until the blurred vision he was met with focused into a clearer picture. It seemed that a small crowd had gathered around the scene, murmuring amongst themselves, though none stepped forward. Regardless, Nagito managed to sit up. The abrupt movement sent pain lancing through his right side, into his chest, making him suck in his breath. Looking down, he could see blood already soaking through his shirt. It was bleeding, but the wound seemed to be fairly shallow. He might not even need to get it stitched up, if he was lucky. And… wasn’t he? Well, he was supposed to be, at least, though it so often seemed to be the opposite.
Just what had happened, anyway? The road had been as clear as the sky before he’d started crossing, he had made sure to check. Hadn’t he? Actually, as he tried to recall the events leading up to now, he found his memory blurry and hard to distinguish. How hard had he hit his head in the fall? Regardless, those were definitely tire tracks he saw, giving off the stench of burnt rubber, though the car that had left them was long gone from the site, it seemed.
He didn’t have much time to dwell on it, however, before a familiar, scarf-clad figure sauntered into view among the dispersing crowd. Without a doubt, Gundham Tanaka. But what was someone like him doing here in the first place? What a strange, somewhat unsettling turn of events.
“It seems I’m fine,” he responded, and moved to finally rise to his feet again. He staggered slightly as the movement wrought pain anew, making him feel momentarily light-headed. “Actually, I wasn’t even hit directly. It looks like the car swerved to avoid me, so I was really only grazed, isn’t that lucky?” With how hard the car had hit him with just a graze, if he had been hit dead-on, chances were that Nagito wouldn’t be breathing. But could something like this really be considered good luck? He was still alive, but… Well, it was a hard distinction to draw sometimes.
“I’m surprised, though. To think that someone like you, the Ultimate Breeder, would show up here, of all places! How… strange. I thought I’d left you all behind when I came here, but you’re standing right here anyways. Is this bad luck?”
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