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The voices had been panicked. Panicked, and crazy, and painful. Byakuran had yet to get the voices under control yet, his powers were still all out of whack, and while he understood what was happening… at the same time he did not understand. He knew in time he would. He knew that in some worlds he was already extremely powerful, and that in this world it would only take a matter of time and money and planning before he could rule the world.
He wasn't sure why he wanted to rule the world, but he was sure he had a reason.
He needed to go to Japan, that was something else he knew, more knowledge transmitted through the painful headaches. He needed to go to Japan and *stop* something. Something that would ruin all their plans.
He got to Japan.
He even made it to Namimori.
But once there, he was at a loss. Who was he to stop? What was he to stop? He didn't know.
And soon, he couldn't remember why he had come to Japan, what he was there for. The connection with his other selves snapped, and faded.
"Eh?" Byakuran ran a hand through his prematurely white hair. Why was he…
"I told you!" Someone shouted. "The note said-"
"Screw the note!" Another voice shouted, and soon two figures raced around a sharp corner, coming down the street towards Byakuran. The first figure in front was a nerdy looking scrawny redhead, with oversized green glasses. The second figure was a stylishly dressed grey haired teen holding-
"Dynamite?!" Byakuran wasn't aware he'd spoken aloud until the two teens halted and stared at him. Or, the grey haired teen stared, the redhead glanced at him, the grey haired teen, and then bolted towards him, grabed his arm and began dragging him along.
"He's nuts! Watch out he'll blow us all up!"
Byakuran found his feet and ran along with the redhead, leaving the grey haired teen and the brunet who had just appeared around the corner behind.
He wasn't sure why he wanted to rule the world, but he was sure he had a reason.
He needed to go to Japan, that was something else he knew, more knowledge transmitted through the painful headaches. He needed to go to Japan and *stop* something. Something that would ruin all their plans.
He got to Japan.
He even made it to Namimori.
But once there, he was at a loss. Who was he to stop? What was he to stop? He didn't know.
And soon, he couldn't remember why he had come to Japan, what he was there for. The connection with his other selves snapped, and faded.
"Eh?" Byakuran ran a hand through his prematurely white hair. Why was he…
"I told you!" Someone shouted. "The note said-"
"Screw the note!" Another voice shouted, and soon two figures raced around a sharp corner, coming down the street towards Byakuran. The first figure in front was a nerdy looking scrawny redhead, with oversized green glasses. The second figure was a stylishly dressed grey haired teen holding-
"Dynamite?!" Byakuran wasn't aware he'd spoken aloud until the two teens halted and stared at him. Or, the grey haired teen stared, the redhead glanced at him, the grey haired teen, and then bolted towards him, grabed his arm and began dragging him along.
"He's nuts! Watch out he'll blow us all up!"
Byakuran found his feet and ran along with the redhead, leaving the grey haired teen and the brunet who had just appeared around the corner behind.