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Wada sat in his apartment. He was staring at the wall. He was… surprised, surprised that he survived, surprised that the world still continued to go on like normal. But then again why wouldn't it?

No one knew what had happened, what had been happening while they were at work or at home. That he and 15 other students had been forced into a cruel and senseless killing game. And yet, he was still surprised. Logicially he knew he shouldn't be, but it didn't change the fact that he was.

And what was worse, was that despite getting out of that god awful place, Wada wouldn't call what he was doing now 'living'. He was miserable, he found it hard to eat, he found it hard to go down to the corner store to get those cheap meals, and he found it hard to keep going. He didn't see the point in it. Hiroaki had been right; he was just wasting the life that Isono had given him.

He felt so tired, so so tired. He was just gonna close his eyes for a little bit. He'd eat when he wakes up…

 

•••

 

When Wada woke up the first thing he noticed was the smell of rotting.

He blinked, it was so dark, he couldn't see anything. He attempted to move his arm, only for it to be pinned under some sort of rubble.

He felt his breath catch in his throat. He was trapped again, like with what happened with Okazaki, like with what happened with his parents.

Oh god where was he? Did he get taken again? Was he back in the… No. No, no, no.

He tried to make some sort of sound, but nothing came out.

He felt tears beginning to fall down his face. He tried to say something again, call out to someone, but all that came out was weazing and whimpering.

He moved, or more of tried to, but he was only able to move the lower half of his body, and it was only the slightest bit. And when he did, he heard a crunch from underneath him.

Oh god, did I just break something in my body? I don't feel any pain, but that could just be the adrenaline. Am I gonna die? I feel like I'm gonna die. Isono and Tsuno would be so disappointed in me. I survived that hell just to die out here, what's wrong with me? Why can't I just-

Light flooded Wada's vision all at once and he froze. Above him stood a man, who looked about a few years older than him.

Wada blinked, squinting at him, trying to get a good look at him. He had long black hair, red eyes, and looked to be wearing a fancy suit.

The man looked down at him with a blank stare, but then without a word he lifted him, put him off to the side, and sit down to look through where he'd been laying.

Wada sat there, staring at the man. "Um-"

"You broke it."

Wada blinked. "Huh?"

The man stood, turning to him. "You broke it."

"I'm sorry, what are you talking about?"

The man sighed, opening his hand for Wada to look at what was in his hand. What looked to be a USB, the metal part of it seemed to have been bent out of shape.

Wada slowly got to his feet. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean-"

The man huffed. "It's unfortunate, but nothing can be done now." He turned away. "Good luck on surviving, I suppose."

Wada stood. "Wait, um could you tell me what happened? Where exactly am I?"

The man turned, his expression didn't change, but his eyes seemed to hold some sort of curiosity. "You don't know where you are?"

Wada shook his head. "Ah, no. Was there some sort of earthquake?"

The man stared at him for a few moments. "You are in Towa City."

Wada frowned. "Towa City? I've never heard of a city like that." He looked around at the ruined buildings surrounding them, his eyes were wide. "Um… how exactly did this happen?"

The red eyed man let out a hum. "The Tragedy."

Wada felt his blood run cold, he didn't know what 'The Tragedy' was but it must've been something horrible. "What is The Tragedy?"

The man tilted his head. "You really don't know?"

Wada shook his head.

The man thought for a few moments. "It's likely amnesia, you were trapped under that rubble. And I'm unsure of how long you were stuck under there for. The Tragedy essentially caused the world to end."

Wada stood there, in shock. The world to end? But then what happened to Yanagi and the others? Were they okay? Did they…

The man turned away. "Well then, I suppose I'll be off."

Wada grabbed his arm. "Wait-"

The man shoved him. "I ask that you refrain from touching me."

Wada sat there, unsure of what to say.

The man crossed his arms. "What is it that you wanted to ask me?"

Wada stood up. "This might be weird, but can I come with you? I just… I don't know what's going on, and I need more to work with, so is it okay if I-"

"I suppose you can come with me."

Wada straightened himself. "Huh?"

The man turned away from him. "You can come with me for the time being, I need to see if I can find a way to fix this." He pocketed the broken USB. "However, if you get in the way or fall behind, I will discard you. Do you understand?"

Wada nodded. "Yes, I understand."

The man began to walk. "Good, now come along."

Wada ran over to match the man's speed. "I don't think I ever learned your name."

The man let out a huff. "My name is Izuru Kamukura."

Wada smiled. "That's a nice name, my name's Masanari Wada."

"I do not care, just keep moving."

Wada nodded. "Um yeah, sorry!"

Izuru didn't respond, he only kept walking, and the only thing Wada was thinking was that something was very wrong. But he didn't have much of a choice, he had to trust this man, he had to figure out what happened, he had to keep going.

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Wada followed Izuru quietly, they'd been walking for a couple hours. They walked past multiple ruined buildings, but Wada still said nothing. He didn't want to upset Izuru, like when he'd grabbed him. Though, he still had plenty of questions and worries running through his head.

It wasn't until Izuru stopped that Wada stopped as well, granted it was by slamming into his back, but he stopped nonetheless.

"Is everything-"

"Quiet."

Wada immediately stopped talking, instead trying to listen or see whatever made Kamukura stop. But he wasn't able to see anything.

Izuru on the other hand went over to a piece of a ruined building and lifted it.

He stared down at something, before turning back to Wada.

"It's nothing, let's keep moving."

Wada nodded, but Izuru was already walking away, leaving Wada to run after him, but as he did, he stopped in his tracks when he saw what Izuru had been looking at before.

A man. A man who also seemed to be a few years old then him as well. He had white hair, with what looked to be reddish brown tips, pale skin, and was wearing a chain around his neck.

"Kamukura!"

Izuru turned to him. "What is it?"

Wada pointed to the man. "We can't just-"

"Yes we can, and we should. He will only be a bother, especially to you."

Wada frowned. "Why would he be a bother to me?"

Izuru sighed. "That in itself is a long story, that I'd rather not explain. It bores me, trust when I say that if we were to bring him along and when we wakes up he won't like you."

Izuru began walking again, but Wada looked down at the man. He looked so weak, they couldn't just leave him there.

"No, we can't leave him."

Izuru turned to him. "If you continue to argue about this I will leave you. This is your final warning."

With that Izuru walked off. Wada didn't understand his behavior, but he knew that he certainly didn't like it. And he wasn't about to leave an innocent man to die. So he picked him up, despite how heavy he was. And continued to follow after Izuru.

Izuru didn't look back for the next hour and when he finally did he found that Servant was being carried on Wada's back.

He shook his head, how predictable. He didn't even know why he tried to warn the boy when he knew the outcome would be like this.

He walked over and took Servant from him, lifting Servant into his arms, bridal style.

Wada stared. "Ah, thank you."

Izuru simply nodded, turning back and walking.

Wada coughed. "So, you said that he wouldn't like me. The man you're holding, do you know him?"

Izuru scoffed. "Yes, I do. He's one of the remnants, although he's not as dangerous as the others."

Wada bit his lip. So he'd saved a dangerous man, maybe he should've listened to Izuru. What the hell was he doing anyways? Trusting some random man he'd never met, if Tsuno were here she'd know what to do. If any of his other 'classmates' were here they'd know what to do.

But they weren't, and right now Wada was alone with two strange men, one of them being dangerous. And the other he didn't know anything about.

"Is there something you want to say to me?"

Wada was pulled from his thoughts upon hearing Izuru's voice.

"Oh um… I have a lot of questions about everything that's going on I just don't know where to start."

"We don't have time for a ton of questions stick to one and when we get some where safer you can ask more."

Wada rubbed the side of his arm. "One question… okay um what caused the world to end?"

"A woman named Junko Enoshima, the remnants of despair, and a many other people who followed her."

Wada looked over at the man Izuru was carrying. "And he's one of the remnants? One of the people who helped end the world?"

Izuru was not surprised in the slightest that Wada didn't listen to the one question rule he'd set in place. How boring.

"Yes, he is, and I suppose I am as well."

Wada stopped in his tracks. "What?"

Izuru turned to see the horrified expression on his face. If Junko were here to see this she'd probably talk about how 'despairful' he looked.

"I said that I suppose I am also apart of that group."

Wada stared at him, he felt sick. "The group that helped end the world?"

Izuru nodded. "Yes, that is what I said."

Wada turned away bile rising in his throat and threw up. "F- first a killing game and now this? When is it gonna be over? When will I…"

Izuru tilted his head. A killing game? As far as Izuru knew this boy didn't match any of the people's names that Junko had used for her killing game. Did he belong to one of the other remnants? He certainly hadn't won, because Izuru knew how the other remnants worked. They'd have killed the boy just so he'd feel despair. Perhaps he'd escaped, if that was the case then Izuru would have to return him, it would only cause more trouble for him in the long run if one of them came looking for Wada.

"We should keep going it's not pleasent outside once night comes."

Wada shook his head, backing away. "No, I think I should go."

Izuru closed his eyes for a moment, frustrated that Wada wasn't listening. But then again this was to be expected.

"I'm afraid you don't have a choice."

Wada turned and began to run, only for Izuru to grab him by his hoodie and fling him over his shoulder.

He's so light Izuru thought to himself.

Wada on the other hand realized that the man he'd been carrying before was also slung across his shoulder.

Wada attempted to struggle, but it was in vain, he kept trying to get out of Izuru's grasp, until he ran out of energy (which didn't take long). And when he did he felt Izuru hit the back of his head, and then there was nothing.

 

•••

 

Wada blinked a few times, trying to get his vision to clear up. When it did he found that the white haired man from before was sitting in front of him fiddling with the chain around his neck.

The man looked over and his eyes widened, joy evident in them. "Ah you're finally awake!"

Wada attempted to back away from him only for him to feel an uncomfortable feeling on his wrists.

He looked up and found that they were tied to a metal pole.

He wanted to scream, but decided against it. If there was one thing he knew it was to never upset the people who had the power in whatever situation you were in. And in this case? Izuru had the upper hand, not to mention the man wasn't tied up either so it was likely that he and Izuru had some sort of understanding.

The man grinned. "How wonderful it is to finally meet you! I must thank you for convincing Kamukura to save me! Or it's more like I should thank my luck…"

Wada stared at the strange man unsure of what to say.

"Ah how rude of me I haven't even introduced myself! My name is Servant!"

Wada attempted to say something, but nothing came out.

Dammit

Servant tilted his head. "Do you not speak?"

Wada shook his head, if only he had a paper and pencil, this would be so much easier.

Servant frowned. "Hm, then why aren't you talking to me? Oh! Is it because you don't want to speak with trash like me? I mean I can understand that, I'm a worthless human, if you could even consider me that. Nothing like Kamukura or the other ultimates."

What is wrong with this guy? Wada thought to himself.

"Ah, but then again, you aren't an ultimate either. You're just a normal person! So you're like me then, worthless trash."

Wada's eyes widened when he realized that Servant had said the word 'ultimate.' But he was saying he wasn't an ultimate which didn't make sense. Wada didn't exactly understand what ultimates were, but he knew that he and his other friends had been labeled as that.

"Um, actually I am an ultimate."

Okay, he could speak again, that was a good sign.

Servant stared at him for a moment before grinning. "You're an ultimate? That doesn't make any sense, the remnants and the other students at Hopes Peak are the only ones left! You can't be an ultimate, and the fact that you'd even suggest that you could be is rather repulsive."

Wada found that the more Servant spoke the more pissed off and confused he got.

"I'm serious, I swear I- I'm not lying."

Servant tilted his head. "As much as I'd like to believe that I don't."

Wada began shaking, he didn't even know what an ultimate was. He just knew that he was one, and that ultimates seemed to be important to Servant.

Servant frowned. "Oh my, are you also infected with despair? That's unfortunate, but not unexpected almost everyone is nowadays."

"I- I don't even know what you're talking about. Hope? Despair? What are you trying to say?"

Servant's eyes widened. "Hope and despair of course! How could you not know?!"

Wada didn't understand anything this man was saying. In fact it was making him feel worse.

"Servant, enough."

Servant turned to look up, Wada's eyes followed and he felt his blood go cold.

Izuru stood in the doorway, the same blank look on his face just like when Wada had been walking with him.

Servant immediately stood, he looked giddy. "Ah sir you're back!"

Izuru didn't respond, and in turn Servant held out the chain he'd been fiddling with.

Izuru took it, he didn't tug on it, he simply held it.

Wada stared at the both of them, he wanted to say something, but just like when he'd woken up he couldn't get the words out.

Izuru's eyes shifted over to Wada, who immediately looked away from him.

Servant looked over as well, before turning back to Izuru. "May I speak?"

Izuru nodded. "You may."

Servant smiled. "The boy says that he's an ultimate. But there's no way he could be one, not only are they all dead, but he isn't even filled with hope!"

Izuru stared at the boy. "Why do you say you're an ultimate?"

When there wasn't an answer Izuru let out a huff. "You cannot ignore us forever, you will be returning to whoever was having you participate in a killing game. So you might as well tell us why you call yourself an ultimate."

Wada froze. They knew about the killing game? But how he didn't…

"F- first a killing game and now this? When is it gonna be over? When will I…"

Oh no. He told someone. He told someone about the killing game. That meant that they'd…

He was finding it hard to breathe, this couldn't be happening. It was a tiny slip up, they couldn't get him… they couldn't.

Izuru watched as Wada began to cry, he was shaking more then when he'd first come in, and he was hyperventilating.

Ah, he's having a panic attack.

He sat down in front of him. "It'll be fine, I can probably convince them to spare your life."

A lie, Izuru wasn't going to dictate what the other remnants would do to their prisoner, but he needed information out of the boy.

Wada stared at him, but said nothing, he was still crying, but he seemed to be able to focus just a little more, his breathing was still shakey.

Izuru let out a sigh. He forcefully turned the boy around and began to rub small circles into his back, shushing him.

"You're gonna be fine."

This… it feels nice. Wada thought to himself.

Eventually he calmed down and Izuru stopped.

Izuru looked over at Servant. "Sit."

Servant without another word immediately plopped down.

He was so quiet I forgot he was here…

"Now," Izuru said. "Tell me why exactly do you think you're an ultimate?"

Wada didn't answer, he simply stared at them.

Izuru rarely felt anything other then boredom, but in this moment, he did feel something and it was annoyance.

"Can you please tell me why?"

Wada shook his head.

Izuru's annoyance stayed the same, but he was bored of Wada's refusal. It was just what he predicted, which was correct, like always. Perhaps he should ask something else.

"How long has it been since you've last eaten?"

Wada didn't answer his eyes were going back and forth between Izuru and…

Izuru looked up to where Wada's eyes were moving and found that he was staring at the restraints.

"Ah, I'm assuming you'd like me to untie you from your bindings."

Wada nodded.

Izuru sighed. "Very well, but then you must tell us the information we want to know."

Wada didn't answer, but that didn't matter to Izuru, he'd get the information he wanted. If it wasn't through Wada he'd just find it. Although that would take much longer, he'd much prefer if Wada would just tell them.

He untied Wada's wrists, and Wada immediately looked down at them, nervous about the marks.

Izuru waited until he was done and looked back at them.

Wada seemed to be looking around for… something, and then he pointed at Izuru.

Servant looked at him. "Ah do you need something from him?"

Wada nodded.

Izuru pursed his lips. How odd, even after being freed he wouldn't speak. He was beginning to think that he couldn't speak sometimes.

If his theory was correct…

Izuru pulled out the pen from his breast pocket as well as the notepad he had.

Wada took them and began to write, when he was done he showed it to them.

I am unable to speak at the moment. This will happen sometimes when I am stressed or feel unsafe

Servant tilted his head. "I see, well then I guess we should have you answer our questions through this then and also have you carry the notepad!"

Izuru had his finger on his mouth, he seemed to be thinking, despite his blank expression.

This is likely a trauma response due to something that has happened in his life. Going quiet like this probably makes his mind and body believe that he will likely be safer if he stays silent.

Wada began to write again. I can't tell you why I think I'm an ultimate if I tell you then I could get killed.

Izuru stared at the writing. "I gurantee you won't be killed. I can promise you that."

Wada shook his head. No you can't. You don't know those people… they'll kill me if I tell you anything.

Izuru sighed. "No they won't. I would kill them before they could even get to you."

Wada frowned. It's an entire organization. You wouldn't be able to kill all of them…

Izuru tilted his head. An entire organization? If he was talking about one of the remnants then he supposed that it wasn't technically a lie. Then again he didn't know who the remnants were, but he also didn't know what had happened these past two years, he didn't know how much of Wada's memories were missing.

"Do you know the name of the people who had you in their custody?"

Wada shook his head.

"Hm, I see. Well at the very least tell me what your ultimate talent is and why you think you have it."

Wada hesitated.

"You don't have to tell me anything else about the people who took you. Just tell me why you think you have ultimate talent and what it is. Do you understand?"

Wada nodded and began writing his response. They told me I had one, and as for my talent I think I'm the ulimate impersonator.

"The ultimate impersonator… how wonderful!" Servant exclaimed. "That's what I'd say if you actually were the ultimate impersonator."

Wada glared at him, furiously writing. I am the ultimate impersonator. Why would I lie about something like that?

Servant lifted his finger thinking. "Perhaps it's because you think it could help you live! Such hope you have, it's quite admirable! How unfortunate that you'll be feeling such horrible despair soon."

Wada stared at the man, very confused, before turning back to Izuru who looked over at Servant.

"Quiet." He said in a harsh tone.

Servant smiled. "Of course sir!"

Izuru turned his attention back to Wada. "So you believe that the reason you're an ultimate is because the people who took you and made you participate in a killing game told you so?"

Wada nodded, he felt sick, the fact that he'd told Izuru that had him extremely nervous. If they found out he would be…

"I told you that I wouldn't let them hurt you, remember?"

Wada blinked, refocusing on Izuru who was staring at him. He didn't trust Izuru or Servant in the slightest, but he thought back to how just moments ago Izuru calmed him down like it was nothing. And for some reason his gut told him that he should trust him, at least in this moment.

Wada nodded. Okay… then what else did you want to know?

"How old are you?"

18

Izuru let out a hum. "Two years younger then us I see. How long has it been since you last ate?"

Izuru noticed that Wada froze when he asked that. He did so for a few moments before he shakily wrote.

Why do you want to know?

"Because you were extremely light to pick up to the point that it was concerning. I need to know so I am able to feed you if I'm correct on the fact that you haven't eaten in a long while."

Wada thought for a few moments. How long had it been since he last ate something? It wasn't last week, was it…

I can't remember

Izuru stared at the writing for a few moments, before ultimately sighing. "Very well, I'm going to make dinner. Servant please watch him, and don't let him go."

Servant nodded. "Yes, sir."

With that Izuru left, leaving the strange servant and Wada alone.

Servant looked at him, a gleam in his eye. "So is there anything else that makes you believe that someone like you is an ultimate?"

Wada shook his head.

Servant sighed. "How unfortunate, so you just believe everything that those people told you?"

Wada frowned. No, but there were certain things I believed.

"And why was that one of them?"

Wada didn't write anything down for a few moments, thinking.

I'm not sure it felt like that part was true, and it seemed like it was a big part in why they took us.

Servant sighed. "I see, how unfortunate. So you likely aren't an ultimate, it seems you just believe certain things that those people told you. And to think I had such hope… but then again you didn't even attend Hopes Peak Academy. I was only setting myself up for disappointment it seems."

Wada try didn't understand the man in front of him. Why was he so obsessed with hope, and why exactly were ultimates so important here?

Before he could write any of his questions down Izuru entered the room holding three bowls. He placed one down in front of Wada, it was miso soup, and it smelled heavenly.

Wada without even thinking picked it up and began to eat it, wolfing it down within seconds.

"Oh my," Servant said.

When Wada was finished he held out his bowl.

Izuru stared at the boy for a few moments. "No, not at the moment. It's best for you to eat small portions for the time being. If you eat too much in the state you are in right now you'll likely be sick. For now this is all you can eat."

Wada was disappointed and felt a sting of grief. Tsuno had said something similar once. But then that sting of grief and disappointment turned in to horror as realized that he'd just eaten food from a dangerous man.

"I did not poison you if that's what you're worried about." Izuru said as if sensing his thoughts.

Wada didn't know how to respond to Izuru, he seemed to be rather complicated from the short time Wada had met him. So he said nothing at all, instead waiting for Izuru and Servant to finish eating.

When they did Izuru stood, holding Servant's chain. "It's time to rest. We will need it for tomorrow."

Servant stood with him. "What shall we do about him?"

Izuru looked over. "We'll bring the couch into our room and have him sleep there so we can keep an eye on him."

Wada didn't like this decision at all, but knew that unfortunately he wouldn't get a say in the matter.

And so fifteen minutes later Wada's hands were tied together and he was laying on the couch in Servant and Izuru's room.

"Servant go lay down I will be there in a moment."

Servant smiled. "Trash like me being able to share a bed with someone like you? How wonderful! I can't imagine what luck I have."

Izuru said nothing in response but sat down on the ground next to the couch.

"Tomorrow we're going to find a way I can fix that USB and we are going to find the remnant that had you from before and return you to them. Do you understand?"

Wada wanted to scream at him that he didn't know what he was talking about. That the people he were taken by weren't people who ended the world. That they were doctors or scientists or something. But nothing came out, and when he didn't answer Izuru simply sighed.

"Sleep well."

He laid down next to Servant leaving Wada to stare up at the wall and listen to Servant's weird ramblings about how unworthy he was.

Wada knew that he should've been trying to find a way to escape, but he just didn't have the energy and soon enough he found himself drifting off to sleep, hoping that in the morning he could convince Izuru and Servant that he didn't belong to any of the so call remnants. And hoping that maybe he'd find some information on his friends.

But that would have to wait until morning, for now he would fall asleep, little did he know he would find the answers he needed within his dreams.

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Wada was staring at his own dead body. It was… a sight to say the least.

His body was thin, his cheeks were hollow, and his eyes were closed. He had wrapped himself in blankets.

He felt uneasy seeing himself like this. He didn't know how else to explain the feeling in his chest.

There was nothing else, just himself staring at this dead version of him.

Wada stared at his face, his hair was longer and disheveled, Hiroaki would be disappointed that the work on his hair went to waste. And his eyes were closed, he seemed to be… content. Almost like he was at peace.

Wada frowned, this felt familiar somehow…

 

•••

 

"Wada."

Wada opened his eyes, to find Izuru standing above him, looking down at him.

"Good, you're awake. I have some breakfast after that I will be asking some more questions."

Izuru untied his hands.

Wada reached grabbed the notepad immediately.

Where's the other man?

Izuru sighed. "Servant is still sleeping, I ask that you do not wake him."

Why is he called that? Does he not have a name?

Izuru stared down at the notepad, unimpressed. "He does, he just doesn't use it. He prefers to be called Servant so that is what everyone calls him."

Wada frowned. Is that not cruel?

"It is but it is what he wishes to be called by. And if that's what he wants then I shall give it to him."

Wada huffed. And the chain?

"Something he also wants. Now enough questions, let's get you some breakfast."

Izuru began to walk away and Wada, having no choice followed after him.

Once they were in, what could be considered the kitchen area, Izuru pointed to the counter, where a piece of toast that was covered in jam sat on a paper plate.

Wada took it, and began eating.

"While you eat I'll ask some of my questions."

Wada didn't exactly want to answer the questions Izuru had for him, but knew that ultimately he had no choice.

"We already know that we don't know the name of the person who took you. Do you at least know what they looked like?"

Wada tried to think back to his last conversation during his goodbye interview. He remembered some of the words he'd said, but he couldn't remember the face of that man for the life of him.

He shook his head. I can't remember his appearance, but I know he was a man.

Izuru sighed. "Well that narrows it down at least a little bit. I suppose we'll have to start going to where all of the male remnants are located to find out which one had you."

Wada frowned. Do you have to do this? I don't… I don't wanna go back.

Izuru looked at him. "I told you before, I'll talk it over so they'll at least spare you."

There was silence between the two, before Izuru spoke again.

"You said you're the ultimate impersonator, yes?"

Wada nodded.

"Could you try to mimic my voice?"

Wada frowned. Not right now, because, it's like I said before, but if I get my voice back maybe.

Izuru nodded. "Alright."

Wada wrote, before Izuru could ask another question. What are ultimates and why are they important?

Izuru stared at the words for a few moments, seeming lost in his thoughts.

"Ultimate is a title given to talented people, usually for one specific subject that they are seen as being the very best at. Multiple people who are an ultimate are grouped together and called ultimates. As to why they're important, it is because they are known to help progress society and make it better."

What's your ultimate talent then?

Izuru crossed his arms. "I find it odd, that you don't know what ultimates are and yet you claim to be one."

That's what the my classmates found out.

"I thought you said the people holding you captive told you."

Kind of it's complicated…

"Explain."

Wada scribbled for a few minutes. Well, we didn't figure it out until we noticed during the executions that they were calling the people who were getting executed ultimates. We asked Monomoko what that was, but it wouldn't tell us what it meant. So we had to try and figure it out on our own and what our 'ultimates' were. We never figured out what 'ultimates' were but a majority of us were able to guess what we were the ultimates of.

Izuru scoffed at the word Monomoko, an obvious reference to Monokuma. "I see… I'll have to think about this more."

Wada realized that Izuru had avoided his question about what he was considered to be the ultimate of. You never answered my question. What's your ultimate talent?

"I am considered to be the ultimate hope, I am skilled at everything."

Wada blinked. How can you be skilled at everything?

"I was a normal person and signed up for a project, I went through a surgery and came out like this."

Wada's confusion increased. How is that even possible?

"You interfere with someone's brain."

Wada dropped the pen, and it rolled onto the ground.

He went under the table scrambling to grab it, when he did he jumped up, hitting his head on the table as he got back into his seat.

Izuru simply watched the display, he figured that if he hadn't expected this reaction he'd find it amusing.

How boring.

Wads rubbed his head with one hand, while he wrote with the other.

He held it up to Izuru.

You're saying they did surgery on your brain to make you like this?

"Yes," Izuru said.

I see… well is there anything you aren't good at?

Izuru thought for a few moments. "I suppose, I don't feel many emotions anymore. During the project the doctors wanted to get rid of them. I understand the emotions of others and can mimic emotions, but I don't truly feel them."

Before Wada could write another question, Izuru held up a hand.

"No more questions. We have to get Servant up before we leave."

Wada shook his head, quickly writing. Hold on. Just one more question.

"Fine, I'll allow it."

Wada's face brightened as he wrote down his final question. When did ultimates become important?

Izuru stared at the notepad, his expression the same blank one as always. "They've always been important. Now come we must depart."

Hearing those words only left Wada more confused. Ultimates had always been important? That didn't make any sense, if Wada were to be back with the others no one would even know what an ultimate was.

In that moment Wada remembered his dream. Could it be that… no there was no way. That couldn't have been real, and yet it somehow made sense, maybe not to anyone else, but for him it did. How could he possibly forgotten the end of the world? How could it be that ultimates had always been recognized and seen as important; and yet to him and his friends it meant nothing? It didn't make sense.

But if Wada did die then that opened a whole new can of worms. Why the hell would he get reborn into a world like this? And if he did get reborn into this world, did that mean the others were here too?

"Wada."

Wada blinked, Izuru was staring at him, Servant next to him, Izuru holding the chain to his collar, and Wada hadn't noticed it before but Servant had a glove covering one of his hands.

"It's time to go," Izuru said.

Wada nodded.

They went out onto the street and the sight Wada was met with made him nauseous.

The street had a lot of fallen debris, but they wasn't the thing making Wada sick, no it was the multiple bodies, laying around, some new, some older. The smell of iron and rot prevalent in the air.

Wada covered his mouth, retching. He'd witnessed death before, yes, but the smell of the dead made him feel sick.

Servant looked over at Izuru, who was simply staring at Wada, his expression held no sympathy for the boy.

Izuru grabbed his arm. "We don't have time for this we need to get to our first location."

Wada stumbled forward as Izuru pulled him to get him moving.

He started walking behind, but allowed Izuru to still pull him along, afraid that if he did Izuru would punish him somehow.

Izuru on the other hand was annoyed, he had to hold onto Wada's arm and Servant's chain, how troublesome.

Servant grinned. "Sir, where are we going first?"

Izuru huffed. "Teruteru."

Servant clapped. "How wonderful!"

Wada wasn't listening he was far too distracted by the the bodies, the crumbling buildings, and the horrible smell.

Izuru took notice to this and couldn't help but wonder how someone like him was able to escape a killing game.

Chapter Text

The three had been walking for an hour and a half.

They continued to pass ruined buildings, but they never passed other people, none that were alive anyway.

Wada sat down, causing Izuru and Servant to stop and turn.

"We have to keep going," Izuru said.

Wada wrote on Izuru's notepad. Just a small break. Just ten minutes, please.

Izuru shook his head. "No, it's far too dangerous to even consider taking a break out here. We're only an hour away from Teruteru's restraunt."

Wada lifted his head. Please Izuru, just a couple minutes.

Izuru gazed down at him. "I said no, now come on, we need to keep going."

Wada sighed, forcing himself to stand, but as he did someone grabbed him from behind.

He stood, frozen.

Izuru huffed, upon realizing the boy he was trying to return was being used as a hostage.

"Oh my," Servant said, a smile on his face.

Wada attempted to look up only for a gun to be pressed against the side of his head.

"Don't move." The man said.

Wada complied, he didn't think he could even fight against the man if he wanted to.

Izuru stared at the man. "I ask that you give him back to us. He's rather important."

"Exactly why I'm doing this. I'll take him if you don't come with me. Under the orders of the Future Foundation you must come with us."

Wada sat there. What the hell is a future foundation?

Izuru huffed. "How boring. Wada, do you now see why I told you we had to keep moving?"

Wada didn't answer, annoyed that Izuru seemed to not care about the situation at all.

"Well, come on. Obviously the boy means something if you haven't killed him yet! So turn yourselves in already."

Izuru looked down at his watch.

Wada gritted his teeth. Can you do something?!

As if a god heard Wada's thoughts a piece of a building fell on top of the man, barely missing Wada.

Blood splattered, getting all over his face and clothes.

Wada stared at the dead man, his body was smushed, the only thing Wada could clearly see was his arm sticking out from under the piece of rubble. His arm was bent unevenly, his bone was sticking out of his wrist.

He was horrified, he felt like he was gonna vomit, and yet he couldn't take his eyes away from the grisly sight in front of him.

Someone pulled him away from the body, forcefully turning him to face Izuru and Servant.

Izuru let his hands fall away from his shoulders. "Let's keep moving."

Wada could only muster a nod. He picked up the notepad and pen, attempting to distract himself from what had just happened.

Izuru turned to Servant. "Help me keep an eye on him."

Servant's eyes brightened. "Ah, an order to follow from the ultimate hope? How lucky I am!"

"How predictable." Izuru said.

Servant laughed. "I'm sorry for boring you!"

Izuru huffed, turning to Wada. "Come here."

Wada stared at him for a few moments, hesitating, but in the end walked over.

Izuru pulled out a piece of rope, tying Servant and Wada's wrists together.

Wada stared down at it. He lifted the notepad, pointing to it.

Izuru took it from him. "You won't be needing this. I'll give it back to you once we get to the restraunt."

Wada wanted to tell him that he was being an asshole, he tried to say something, but nothing came out.

This is the longest this has happened. Why can't I just speak?

Izuru turned away, holding Servant's chain in his hand and began walking.

Wada walked alongside Servant, Izuru was in front of them.

Wada sighed. "S- servant."

He froze, he could speak again.

Servant looked over at him. "How wonderful you're able to speak again!"

Wada nodded. "Yes, I have a question for you."

"Oh? What could someone like you have to ask?"

Wada raised one of his eyebrows. "What does that mean?"

"I just mean what does a talentless worthless person such as yourself have to ask me?"

Wada bit the inside of his cheek to stop himself from snapping at the man. "What is a future foundation?"

Servant smiled. "Ah, they are noble people who are attempting to stop us, the remnants of despair and bring hope back to the world! I hope they will succeed, despair is such a vile thing. If only that woman had been stopped earlier, maybe then none of this would've happened."

Wada frowned. "You seem to love hope a lot."

Servant nodded. "Of course I do! Hope is a wonderous and beautiful thing!"

"Then why is it that you're apart of the remnants, why are you helping them cause despair?" Wada asked.

Servant's smile widened. "Because if there's more despair then that means an even greater amount of hope will arise! And if that's the case then soon enough hope will blossom and everyone will be able to feel it! Everyone should be able to feel hope! You've felt it before haven't you? Before you were forced into a killing game, you must've felt it at some point!"

Wada was quiet, he thought about Servant's words. He'd felt hope plenty of times in his life, when he went to his first foster family, when he went to his second, but eventually he lost hope in that, no one ever wanted him. He felt hope when he would watch Isono's streams, but then she died, he had rewatched her videos when he was set free. He felt hope when Tsuno said she'd be his big sister, that she'd be his family, but then she was taken away. He felt hope when he became friends with Isono, Tsuno, Hama, and Watari.

"Looking back on my life, I think the times I felt hope the most was when I was in the killing game."

Servant looked over at him, his head tilted. "Oh? Why would that give you hope?"

Izuru hadn't said a word, but he had been listening, and when he heard Wada say that he couldn't help, but feel curious at what his answer would be.

"The people in there gave me hope. They were beautiful, wonderful, amazing people. I… wish they were still here."

Izuru had to say he was surprised at that answer. It was… unexpected, finding hope in people within a game where you were pitted against one another was odd to say the least. But, he supposed it didn't matter because in the end they did exactly what was expected. They killed one another. But still the fact that out of all the moments in Wada's life the killing game was where he felt the most hope was very telling to Izuru. Even if Wada had amnesia he should've at least had some sort of feeling when he thought back to his life before the killing game. It implied that something must've been seriously wrong in Wada's life prior.

Servant smiled. "I see, it's a shame that they're gone, but at least they were able to bring you some hope before they died!"

Wada didn't respond to that, instead changing the subject. "Why do you wear a glove on one hand, but not the other?"

Before Servant could answer, Izuru interrupted. "We are here."

Wada looked at the restraunt, it looked horrible, but compared to the other buildings around it might as well have been considered five stars.

Izuru turned to Wada. "I don't suggest eating his food."

Wada wanted to ask why, but before he could a chubby man with brown hair and a bloody apron came out.

"Izuru! What do I owe the pleasure?"

Wada immediately backed up, trying to give himself as much distance as he could from the man.

"Hello Teruteru, I was simply wondering if you had been running a killing game at all as of late?"

Teruteru shook his head. "Nope, not my style. Why're you asking?"

Izuru turned, still holding the chain in his hand. "We found a boy who went through one recently. Servant and I are looking into all of the male remnants to see if they've held any killing games as of late. If they did we'll be returning him to them."

Teruteru looked over and locked eyes with Wada and he couldn't help but shudder at the look in them. His gaze was filled with… hunger, hunger and sorrow.

Teruteru looked back at Izuru and grinned. "Well, I'm sure I could take him off your hands if you're desperate. The others will certainly understand."

Izuru scoffed. "You know for a fact that isn't true. Now, if there's nothing else you have to say, I suppose it's time for us to depart. We need to find a place to stay for nightfall."

Teruteru shook his head. "Nonsense, stay the night here, I have room for all three of you. Granted Servant will have to sleep on the floor, but that's fine with him right?"

Servant nodded. "Of course! If that's what any of my fellow ultimates wish of me I'll gladly do so."

Izuru stared at him, he was quiet for a few moments. "Very well."

Wada's eyes widened, he couldn't believe what he was hearing. Izuru had just warned him to not eat any of Teruteru's food, so why exactly were they planning to stay the night there?!

Before Wada could object, Izuru and Servant had already began following Teruteru inside, forcing Wada to follow behind them.

When Wada went inside the only words he could describe the scene he was met with was sickening and disturbing.

There were a ton of tables in the restraunt and at those tables sat a lot of people. People who were eating, which would've been fine, that wasn't the part that was making Wada uncomfortable. It was the fact that many of them were sobbing as they ate, their eyes filled with despair.

Wada could hear a few people talking as they ate.

"This is so good, it's so delicious."

"I don't care what this is, I'm so hungry."

"I… I can't believe I'm eating this."

Wada didn't know what exactly these people were eating, but just from their reactions he knew that he didn't want to find out.

Servant seemed to notice him staring. "They're filled with despair, it's not surprising, most people are these days. If only they could realize that hope would save them, how unfortunate that they'll probably die."

Wada wanted to ask what Servant meant, only for him to fall flat on his face.

"Oh, I suppose should've mentioned that we were beginning to walk upstairs," Servant said, a small smile on his face.

Wada shot a glare at him, Izuru and Teruteru were staring, waiting for him to get up.

He stood, dusting himself off.

"Be more careful," Izuru said.

Wada simply nodded, making sure to watch his step, knowing that he wouldn't be able to trust Servant to make him aware of any changes or obstacles as they walked.

They made it to the first room, Teruteru held the door open. "Here you go Izuru."

Teruteru turned to Wada. "You'll have your own room."

Wada frowned. "I- I don't think that's a good idea."

Teruteru waved him off. "Nonsense, I insist."

Wada shook his head. "What about Servant?"

Teruteru frowned. "Oh my, were you not listening earlier. I already said that he'd be sleeping on the floor."

Wada stared at him. "No, I think he should share a room with one of us."

Servant looked over at Wada, confused. "It's really no trouble, someone like me doesn't even deserve a bed."

Wada ignored him. "He'll stay in my room or Izuru's. It's inhumane to make him sleep on the ground."

Teruteru clenched his fists. "Is that so? Well as kind as that sentiment is, might I remind you that you are a guest in my restraunt. So keep your filthy mouth-"

"It is fine, he can sleep in my room," Izuru said.

Teruteru looked over at him. "You don't have to. He's already agreed to-"

"It is fine. If it gets you and Wada to stop arguing then I shall let him share the room with me."

Teruteru hesitated, but nodded. "Very well," He turned to Wada, "Come along, let's get you to your room."

Wada looked over at Izuru, who untied the ropes.

He looked over at Teruteru. "He shall also share a room with us."

Wada knew it was weird, but he felt relief upon hearing that he wouldn't have to follow Teruteru.

Teruteru forced a smile. "Of course, I'll get all of you some food."

Izuru glared down at him. "Have it be normal, the taste of your… special items aren't of my taste."

Teruteru nodded. "Of course."

With that he walked off.

Izuru turned to Wada and Servant. "Get inside."

The three went inside the room. It wasn't the greatest, but it would have to work.

There was a large bed as well a small desk, and a door, but that was about it.

Izuru let go of Servant's chain. "Go sit, Servant."

Servant did as he was told, Wada watched as Izuru sat down on the ground.

"Oh you don't need to check, sir. Someone such as yourself shouldn't worry yourself with trash like me."

"Quiet."

Servant shut up.

Wada watched as Izuru checked Servant's legs.

He clicked his tongue. "We need to change your bandages, come."

The two went into the bathroom, leaving Wada to sit alone. And once he was he put his head in his hands.

I died, there's no way I didn't because this couldn't have happened in my world. I had to have died, but if that's true then that means… I've lost them.

He had to stop himself from crying, he didn't have time to mourn.

I have to focus on surviving. I've been given a second chance and I can't waste it. Not like before.

He took a deep breath, composing himself.

I have to live. I won't let them down this time.

 

•••

 

"Take them off," Izuru said.

Servant took off his pants and sat down on the toilet. He'd began to bleed through his bandaids.

The night before Izuru had tended to his wounds after Wada had fallen asleep. Ah Wada, he must've been confused when Izuru mentioned changing out his bandages. Or maybe he didn't care, that would be a shame, considering that the two of them were practically equals when it came down to their worthlessness.

Izuru wrapped new bandages around his legs, sighing as he did. "We will have to find supplies tomorrow, before we stop off at Kazuichi's."

Servant frowned. "Sir, you shouldn't have to. Doing that will only stall us on finding out who had Wada."

"You will slow us down if we don't properly address your wounds. And seeing how Wada is I think he will begin to rebel if I try to leave you behind. Which I could handle if need be, but I'd rather him comply, it will be less difficult. Besides, he seems to be much more comfortable around you then me."

Servant tilts his head. "Hm, I wonder why that is…"

"How I act makes him uncomfortable. You also make him uncomfortable of course, but it is slightly less then when he's around me."

Servant frowned. "How odd, I suppose he might find comfort in me because we are about the same."

Izuru huffed. "Enough of the worthlessness talk."

Servant rubbed his head. "Haha, I'm sorry, sir."

Izuru didn't answer, instead he stood, taking the chain into his hands.

"I'm sure Teruteru is done preparing our meal. I would prefer we don't leave Wada to deal with him on his own."

Servant nodded. "Of course, we wouldn't want that. He's not one of us, afterall."

 

•••

 

That night the three shared a bed. It was uncomfortable, Wada was to the right side. His back faced away from Servant, who was between him and Izuru.

He sat there, he couldn't bring himself to sleep. He was terrified of the nightmares he could have. And so he stayed awake, listening to the soft snoring that came from Servant.

He thought of the food he'd eaten (after Izuru checked it) it had been surprisingly good especially when they were in the middle of chaos.

He tried to think of anything other then the fact that he'd died, the fact that he had been reborn in a world like this. He didn't want to believe it, he wondered if he'd done something to deserve being reborn into a world like this. A world filled with death, cruelty, and despair. He didn't understand.

Eventually he couldn't stand being alone with his thoughts anymore, so he got up.

He paced around the room for a bit, until he couldn't take it anymore, it was too small, and all of his worries were piling up. He needed some air.

He knows that Izuru wouldn't be happy if he left, but… maybe just this once it would be okay. He wouldn't find out.

He went out into the hall, looking back and forth, to make sure Teruteru wasn't around, and then went down the stairs.

The people from before were still sitting there. Although most of them were sleeping. Some were awake however, sobbing, and muttering to themselves.

Wada went towards the door. It'll just be for a few minutes.

He reached for the handle, a hand slapped his, and he jumped.

He turned to the person, it was Teruteru, who was staring at him, a dangerous look in his eyes.

"What are doing up this late?"

Wada looked towards the stairs. He considered running up them and back into the room.

Teruteru chuckled. "I wouldn't try that if I were you. The people here would catch you before you made it back to that room. Now how about you answer my question. What are you doing up so late?"

Wada opened his mouth to come up with some sort of excuse, but when he did nothing came out.

Are you fucking kidding me? Right now?!

Teruteru stared at him and when Wada didn't say anything he smiled. "Trying to escape? I don't think Izuru would like that," Wada felt him grab his arm, nails digging into his flesh. "Would he?"

Wada shook his head, trying to get his voice back, but no matter how much he tried to say something, nothing came out.

And Teruteru either didn't notice or didn't care, because now he was pulling on his arm.

When Wada tried to pulled out of his grasp Teruteru shot him a warning look. "Remember what I said? The people in here will help me if I tell them to, so I suggest you follow me."

Wada didn't want to, and he was terrified, but he listened to Teruteru and followed him.

They stopped in the kitchen, and Teruteru pointed to a table. "Put your arm down."

Wada shook his head. "No."

Teruteru forced a smile. "This is your last chance boy, put your arm down onto the table."

Wada hated everything that Teruteru was saying. But one of the things that bothered him the most was the way he'd called him 'boy'. It felt wrong somehow.

"Did you hear me?" Teruteru asked.

Wada shakily laid his arm down on the table.

Teruteru's fake smile turned into a real one. "Perfect."

He grabbed a leather cuff that was attached to the table. He roughly clasped the cuff into place around Wada's arm so he couldn't move it.

Wada tried, he struggled against the restraint but with no luck.

Teruteru chuckled. "Oh, you won't be getting out of that any time soon, my friend. I suggest you relax, if you don't it'll hurt more."

Wada watched as he got out a giant butcher knife.

There's no way he's gonna do that. I know that the remnants are horrible people but he won't do this, he can't.

Much to Wada's dismay Teruteru lifted the butcher knife right above Wada's arm.

Wada pulled at the restraints, he wanted to call out for help, but knew that his voice would not work at the moment. So instead he kicked Teruteru, making him drop the knife.

The knife landed a few inches away from his arm.

Wada breathed a sigh of relief, however that relief didn't last for long.

"You little shit!"

Wada turned to Teruteru, who looked extremely angry.

Wada stared at him, terrified with what was going to happen. If Teruteru had been planning to cut off his arm before, he didn't want to imagine what he'd do to him after he hurt him.

Teruteru grabbed the butcher knife and slammed his head onto the table.

Wada could feel the knife touch the back of his neck, he sat there petrified.

He felt a small sting and winced.

Teruteru's grip on the knife only worsened. "Y'know I was doing you a favor. I was gonna kill you before I cooked you because you were somewhat close with Izuru, but now…"

Wada felt the knife cut deeper, and he let out a horrified shriek.

Teruteru covered his mouth. "Ah, ah. Be quiet, you wouldn't want to wake Izuru, would you?"

Wada was shaking, the only thing he could think about when it came down to that butcher knife was Kamimura. Was this what he felt when he'd awoken for that split second? Overwhelming dread, knowing that you wouldn't survive.

Wada couldn't help but feel disappointed in himself. He promised himself he'd try and live this new life. Yet here he was, about to die a second time. Surely whoever had given him a second chance would not be as kind as they were the first time. If this life could even be called a kindness.

"What are you doing?"

Teruteru stopped, turning in the direction of the voice filled with neutrality.

"Izuru, what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be sleeping?"

Izuru looked over at Wada. "It seems to me like you're doing something that you shouldn't have been doing and have now gotten caught. Give him back to me."

Teruteru nodded, taking the butcher knife out of Wada's neck. It stung, but Wada knew that it hadn't gone too deep because there wasn't too much blood.

Teruteru shoved Wada towards Izuru, who took him by the arm.

They left the kitchen without another word, Izuru making sure he had a hold of Wada's arm the entire time until they were back in the room.

Servant was up, sitting in bed, staring at them. "What were you doing Wada?"

Izuru turned to Wada, his gaze sharp. "I'd like to know the same thing."

Wada fiddled with his fingers.

He's like a child who knows they're about to be scolded. Servant thought to himself with amusement.

"I… I was trying to escape, I was just trying to get some fresh air."

"After I warned you about Teruteru, you still decided to go against what my orders," Izuru said. "How very boring."

Wada flinched. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you upset."

Wait a minute, why am I apologizing to my kidnappers?!

Izuru shook his head. "You can't to listen to a word I say, can you? You're lucky I awoke and noticed that you were missing. If I hadn't you would've been his next meal."

Wada felt disgusted hearing that. "So those people had been eating…"

"Humans, yes. That's how Teruteru spreads his despair. He takes in starving people and feeds them, only to reveal that they've been eating humans the entire time. This causes them to go into despair upon finding out. Some will continue to eat if they love the feeling. Others may die from the guilt they have."

Wada covered his mouth. "That's…"

"Disgusting and horrific, I know. I've heard it all before, it's always the same reaction. So boring."

Wada looked up and glared at him. "Boring?! You call the reactions of people who find out all of this horrific stuff boring?! What is wrong with you? What's wrong with all of you?! How can you not care about what you're doing?!"

Izuru shook his head. "I don't care, I already told you this. Everything is boring to me and I hardly feel anything other then boredom. Therefore I do not feel remorse for my actions."

Wada stared at him. "You're disgusting."

Izuru sighed. "A response expected, how boring."

Wada glared, but then turned to Servant. "And what about you? You talk about how much you love hope and then cause this! I don't understand you! I don't understand either of you!"

Izuru grabbed him and laid him down onto the bed. "It is not your place to understand us."

Servant nodded. "He's right, you don't deserve to understand us either."

Wada scoffed. "Because I'm considered worthless and below you in your eyes?"

Servant shook his head. "Not just in my eyes, but the entire world's eyes!"

Wada felt his eye twitch.

Izuru seeming to sense this continued. "The point is that you should be listening to me so we can get you back to the host of your killing game."

Wada huffed. At the very least I know that those bastards aren't here. But then again, once they find out that I'm not apart of any of the other remnants killing games what will they do to me? It's likely that they'll kill me, that's why the remnants are feared.

He grumbled to himself, realizing that he'd have to find a way to escape them at one point. Eventually they'd run out of remnants to talk to and then…

Izuru laid down in the middle. "In case you try to leave again I'll be able to grab you this time. Now sleep, we all need our rest for tomorrow. It's going to be a long day."

Wada rembered the stinging on his neck and turned to Izuru. "What about my-"

"It's a shallow cut, you'll be fine," Izuru said.

Wada turned away. "Right…"

Eventually sleep would find Wada and the next time he awoke it would be because of Izuru, who would be standing above him.

"It's time to go," He said.

Wada nodded and got up, the back of his neck hurt, but it wasn't unbearable.

Wada rubbed it, it stung. "Izuru, does Teruteru have a shower?"

Izuru stared at him blankly. "No, and I think you shouldn't expect showers in areas like this. We rarely get them."

Wada coughed. "Right."

The three went downstairs and when they did they were once again met with people crying and eating.

Teruteru came out of the kitchen holding a plate of… something.

Upon seeing him Wada hid behind Izuru, gripping his sleeve.

Izuru looked down at him. There was fear in the boy's eyes, as he stared at Teruteru. Izuru… felt something, boredom yes, as he'd expected a reaction like this, but he also felt something else. He couldn't put his finger on it.

Teruteru turned to them. "Ah heading out?"

Izuru nodded. "Yes, I told you we'd only stay one night."

Teruteru sighed. "Well if you insist on leaving so soon. How about I send you off with something?"

Izuru shook his head. "No, we need to get to Kazuichi's as soon as we possibly can."

Teruteru forced a smile. "Of course, I hope to see you again Izuru."

Izuru huffed, hoping he'd never see the man again.

The three walked out of the shop, the sounds of the customer's cries echoing in their ears as they did.

When they were finally out, Wada let go of Izuru's sleeve.

Izuru looked down at him, that odd feeling from before was still there. Perhaps I can discuss this with Servant later. He'll be able to find the word for it.

Servant looked over at him. "Should we get going?"

Izuru nodded, handcuffing Wada and Seevant together again, and taking the chain into his hand.

"Yes, we have a long way to go."

And with that the three began their walk to find another remanant.