(Sorry I lied in the AN. Jagger’s name also stays the same, but those are the only two, promise. I’ll try to put thoughts in italics but sometimes it doesn’t work so I’ll bold them too and if it doesn’t work then just identify it by this- ‘thoughts’)
As the transfer student began to leave campus, the surrounding students who had heard the gossip flying around throughout the day began going out of their way to avoid him. The waves of students that were flowing out of their respective classrooms parted for him as if he were Moses and they were the Red Sea. It had only been one day and already the majority of the student body were weary of him if not outright fearful of the intimidating figure. Even his rapidly acquired fan girls did not have the courage to simply greet him much less speak to him. Akira was taking the whole situation in stride. He was very much used to this treatment and he much preferred this to having to beat down fan girls with a stick and having to beat up every guy that claims he looked at them wrong. Though his new classmates had no knowledge of his previous reputation of being a gang leader terror at his previous school, it wouldn’t be long before word got out from those stuck up teachers not that Akira cared. If anything he was looking forward to the event especially because the teachers will petition to have him kicked out for that very reason. Ah, but it won’t be that easy. Akira had already given the school a ridiculously large donation and still and more to give, and his new school being a private institution basically gave the vip treatment to any student (or student’s parents) that coughed up the dough and Akira coughed up quite a lot. Now Akira wasn’t really one who flaunted his wealth if him previously going to an average public school was any indication, as well as the fact that none of his previous classmates even knew he was loaded, but when he saw an older version of the girl named Elena that he’d seen in his dreams when he was young just walking down the street with this school’s uniform on, well it called for desperate measures. Even if it meant going to the richest, preppiest, ridiculously safe school in the country and at the cost of his pride and painfully built up reputation as well as a dent in his finances.
’It’ll be worth it if I find the childhood friend of the other me, especially if she also dreams of that other place, but it’s not like I’m going to find out anytime soon. I can’t exactly go up to her and say ‘Hi I’m Akira, I’m your childhood friand in a different world!’ ‘ Akira resisted the urge to scoff aloud lest he frighten the plebians arund him, wisely keeping their distance from the apathetic looking ex-gang leader. It would take a while, but it would be well worth it. His other self has been looking for Elena since she disappeared all those years ago and here he found her completely by accident just walking down the street. Akira just knew that his other self was probably pissed if their dreams worked the same way. Akira just sighed and shook his head of the confusing thoughts as he approached the elegant (*cough-gaudy-cough*) school gates seeing another student who was getting the same treatment as him. The student was nearly a head taller than Akira and had smooth brown skin a shade or two darker than his own and his hair was coal black and wavy, held in a small ponytail to keep it from tickling his neck when loose. The daunting figure had blue eyes so clear they appeared transparent and if that weren’t strange enough, they seemed entirely devoid of emotion just like the rest of his already intimidating face, giving of an air of indifference that even Akira couldn’t beat, not that it kept him from trying. He walked right up to the student, surprising many of the surrounding student, all whispering the same thing.
‘The two new transfer students know each other?’ Of course if you think about, it’s a tad much to expect it to be coincidence that two students transferred on the same day and didn’t know each other. Akira ignored their whispering instead thinking on how Jagger was the only one he’s found so far that shares the dreams of the other world. he also had the same name there, like himself, but Elena didn’t. When Akira heard her name being said during roll call it was Ryuichi. Akira didn’t know if she was the only one who had a different name or if he and Jagger were the only ones who shared a name with their other selves. His thoughts returned to Jagger, remembering how they met. Akira had dreamed of the man since he was born, always the dreams being about a very large caretaker with dark skin and hair, almost like a guardian that protected him from the dangers he found himself in. What was strange was when he and Jagger met, Jagger was no older than himself. Both were barely five and it was strange to see the powerful and intimidating warrior he saw turned into a five year old child. Of course Jagger was just as disturbed by the dreams when they got past the shock of seeing the other at the playground and actually spoke, if only because he seemed to have memories of living for hundreds of years and feeling clumsy in his small body, not that any of these emotions showed on his face or frighteningly monotone voice, as devoid of feeling as his face. An unbreakable bond formed between the two as they shared their strange experiences with this other world and their other selves and only strengthened as they grew. Now here they were, attending an elite school to find one of the many colorful friends they made in that other world.
”Yo.” Akira’s broad shouldered companion merely straightened and gave a short nod of acknowledgement. “I didn’t get much today, but I got a few solid plans thought out for what we’re trying to accomplish so let’s get going. We have a lot to do.” Jagger simply nodded and took Akira’s bag in hand. Akira did nothing to stop him, shrugging it off, having gotten used to the tall hulky man’s servant/bodyguard like behaviour.
”Where do we begin?” His voice was deep and hollow and gave nothing away in the way of his own view on things but having been with him since they were kids, Akira learned how to read his friend’s emotions and knew that he was curious as to what his devious companion had planned.
”You’ll see when we get there.”