"Where the hell am I ?"
Unable to hide his shock he couldn't help asking out loud. Understandable of course because one moment he was having a stroll around campus. Next minute he was in an unfamiliar living room. Hearing a lack of reply, he soon took it upon himself to explore his new location. An hour later he could be seen sitting on a couch with a variety of emotions on his face.
'No way...it couldn't be right ?... Right ?' With disbelief still on his face he begun reexamining the results of his previous search. While searching the first clues instantly told him one thing: someone lived here. Dirty dishes from breakfast, a shirt slung over the back of the couch and a reasonably tidy bedroom but still messy enough to indicate life. If that wasn't enough he soon found a wallet which brought up more questions than it answered.
"I'm...in Japan ?!!! Nononono. This CAN'T BE HAPPENING !!! I don't wanna be Isekai'd...well I kinda do but NOT RIGHT NOW !!!" His outcry and tamtrum lasted another half hour until he could now be seen now lying down talking to himself.
"Alright I guess it's not all bad. At this point I should meet God and my first question is if I can go home. If this chance came a year later it would be ideal but I still have my parents and friends. I'm not like those loner weeb protagonists! ..... Well I kinda am a weeb but I'm not lonely damn it !"
Like if performing a skit, he threw a tantrum and often spoke to himself as if to rationalize his current circumstances. Which obviously shows that something may be wrong with the young man because not even 10 minutes later he could be seen calm and rational once again.
After a brief moment of consideration, he ran back to the room he found the wallet in and turned on the old model computer. 'Luckily there's no password...wait...can these things even take a password ? And it's connected to the Internet. Seems I still have some good luck.'
Despite earlier confirming it with the wallet he couldn't read Japanese, only recognize it. With much difficult, his first move was to find a Japanese to English translator. Next he spent a long time translating every important looking piece of text he could find. After which he lied down on the bed, too tired to question if it was as clean as it seemed.
"I'm in Japan.....in 2005.... How.....the...F*** ?!!!!"
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By now it was after 3 and he could be seen sprawled out over the couch. The entire time he hadn't seen a single sign of God or any other mystical beings come to explain so he decided to wait for who he thought was the house's owner. In that time he prepared a simple lunch from the ingredients in the fridge and washed the dishes. Worst case scenario he decided that he'd simply pay him back because luckily everything he had on him came as well.
'I've set up a translator on my phone but I'm not sure how well it works. I just hope he won't freak out meeting a stranger in his house. Just kidding of course he'd freak out. My phone has no signal but even if it did, who would I call ? I'm in a different time and country. I'd be lucky if I'm not disected... AND WHERE IS THAT DAMN GOD!!!'
The stress was visible on his face and as it got later it became worse. The owner's name was either Hiroto Nishimiya or there was a problem with his translator. The picture on the ID card was of a man who could be anywhere from 50 to 75 with no real distinguishable features. He was a picture book example of a generic asían uncle.
By 6:30 the young man could be seen sleeping in what would normally be a super uncomfortable position. Unknown to him however a white fog began to cover the room. The fog continued to form until everything was covered and a chill enveloped the young man waking him up. Waking up in an unfamiliar room for the second time he was more calm than before. He sat calmly as the fog gathered in an impressive display to form a giant old man with an air of majesty.
"Hello My Child. I know you may have many questions but thrust them upon me for I assure you I have the answers." (???)
"......Do you have any idea..... how F*CKING TIRING THIS IS ??!!! Like seriousyly ? Even if it wasn't you who sent me here, you had to know that SOMETHING happened ? Isn't that the whole point of you all being Gods ?! Now I understand how it feels to be atheist.... Oh and don't even start with any high and mighty tone because I didn't ask to be here. I was quite content with my life so if you wanna pull some shit like Aqua did then I'll have to stop you there. Either send me back or flat out destroy me now !"
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".....Well that's interesting.... I've had cryers, manipulaters, some angry ones and even some crazy ones that tried to fight back but they've all been at least mindful of my position.....at least at the start. Yohoho! I must admit you've all entertained this old man a lot today." (???)
The young man was not entertained. Seeing the likely cause of his stress be cheerful after his rant did nothing but worsen his mood.
"What'll it be old man ?!"
As if not hearing his question the old man just wave his hand before a sheet of paper appeared along with a pair of glasses. In an awe inspiring moment his foggy projection dissapated and a normal sized version of the man appeared.
"Mike Wilkins. Age:16. Only child with both parents. Now starting his first year in college. Average looks. Above average intelligence. 30 close friends, 362 general friends and over a thousand aqaintances. Yohoho! Quite a social one I see...yet still a virgin. Quite a high Karma value as well. You'd have gone on to open your own business tampering in science, agriculture and the import/export of goods. Quite influencial too." (???)
As he said this the anger was quickly replaced by shock. Was Mike supposed to believe that small sheet of paper had his life story ? And apparently he was supposed to be some kind of entrepeneur ?
'Not bad considering I've been mostly unmotivated'
"I tell you all this so you know what it is I have to apologize for. See recently there was a war amongst certain Gods which left quite the fallout which in turn shook the Multiverse. Those worlds nearest to the collision were completely destroyed while others were simply destabilized. Now thought I say 'simply' It was anything but simple. It took all of our remaining power to keep it to a point where daily life Isn't affected.
Despite our best efforts however some fallout was inevitable. Certain worlds came in contact for the briefest of moments which allowed beings from each to be swapped. I'm afraid there's no one strong enough to correct it right now and even if there was, it violates many multiversal rules. If not for special circumstances you wouldn't even know of this.
Anyways my current role is to seek those crossed over beings and either eliminate them..... or help them acclimate to their new world. In your terms it would be granting certain requests, nothing too threatening or outside of the spheres of your current reality." (???)
When speaking about eliminating people, a sharp glint appeared in his eyes, Mike however didn't care. Hearing that he couldn't go home left him more than a bit saddened. He loved his friends but worse case he could gradually accept that. His real regret was not at least saying goodbye. As if reading his thoughts the being spoke in a sort empathetic tone.
"I can't say I know what you're going through...but I assure all your matters home will be dealt with using the utmost care. While your loved ones will be saddened by your passing the least you can do is live your new life to the fullest.....you humans have always surprised us Gods...and I'm sure you'll do it again." (???)
Mike stared at him, shocked that he could give such good advice. He won't admit it but those words stirred a part of him. The part that wanted adventure. The part that saw hundreds of Anime and longed to be there. One that longed to have something worth fighting for. Making up his mind a resolute look appeared on his face.
"I see you have chosen. Good. The world you've been sent to is the world of Bleach. I believe it's one of those you're familiar with ?" (???)
After Hearing the name Bleach, Mike froze and horror soon took over his expression.
'Wait Bleach ?Yamamoto ?!!! Aizen ?!!! Ywach?!!! I'm so f*cking screwed.'