Disclaimers : Footnotes idea is borrowed from the wonderful Terry Pratchett. DN does not belong to me (fortunately, or else canon would be populated with lots of **** and **** 8D ). Additionally, Kamijyou and Takahashi belongs to Shiroya Senn desu.

Warning : Time Travel, Implied BL

A/N : Birthday fic for Shiroya Senn! Hope joo enjoy teh fic ^w^  Be prepared for some active scrolling and read the footnotes as you go along *_* Don’t wait till the end to read them!

Summary : Kamijyou is a man on a mission. The mission? Go back in time and cure May of her absurd eccentricities. Simple? Simple. Wait, that blonde and that raven-head. Don’t they look kind of familiar?

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It is dark when Kamijyou opens his eyes. He is flat on his back, the rock beneath him is uncomfortably irregular and he can feel his flail digging into his ribs. Getting up is a good idea, he decides, but his arms are surprisingly heavy and his legs only shift sluggishly when he tries to move them. He grimaces when the sensation of pins and needles assuaged him as he forced his limbs to obey. Who knew time travel came with such crappy side effects?

It is, unsurprisingly, still dark when he eventually manages to push his aching body up from the floor and looks around. From the spotty bits of light emitted by sparsely positioned torches, Kamijyou manages to make out man-made structures like a fountain and some houses. A quick glance to his back defined the large dark block behind him to be a wall. He’d landed in a town, Kamijyou decided. Not bad for a first-timer time traveller. Now to find out if he had landed in the correct year.

He would have shuffled out to explore the foreign town, which was looking a lot less foreign the longer he looked at it [1], but there are sounds of metal clanking against each other nearby to him so he keeps to the shadow of the wall behind himself and peeks at the source of the sound. There are several figures by the entrance of the town, but the dim light makes it hard for Kamijyou to identify any of them. There are only four figures, that much Kamijyou could tell, so slowly and silently, he steps closer to them. Of the four figures, two of them were dressed like guards and probably the ones who had made the clanking metal sound. Out of the remaining two that backfaced him, one was white clad and fairhaired and was the first one Kamijyou recognized.

After all, there weren’t any blondes, male or female, who could pull off that hip jarring pose without permanently damaging a vertebrae or two [2]. Unless that blonde happened to be Geraint, which he definitely is.

Beside what appeared to be light-hearted banter, there seemed to be nothing serious going on with the four, so Kamijyou took the opportunity to scrutinize Geraint further. The one eyed swordman’s wardrobe didn’t seem to have changed much (just minus the white cape), so he must not have gone back too far in time, but with Geraint’s apparent longevity since half a century ago, there wasn’t a good basis of time at all. Kamijyou strongly doubted that he could go up to him and go “Hey Geraint, what year is it now?” either. Given Geraint’s temperament, he might just skewer him with his sword (no pun intended, at all.) and leave him hanging there. Kamijyou sighed and erased the mental imagery from his head, perhaps his companion..?

The tall dark silhouette of the figure beside Geraint is strangely familiar however, when Kamijyou focused his scrutiny on him. There was something about the shape of his frame that raised alarms at the back of Kamijyou’s head.. Like those one-of-a-kind triple spike pauldrons on either side of his shoulders–

There is an almost audible solid metaphorical thunk of Kamiyjou’s lower jaw hitting the floor because Tall Dark and Familiar suddenly has a name and it is Velskud. And that escalated things to shit-hit-the-fan apocalyptic proportions because Geraint. Velskud. Five metres. Light-hearted Banter. Not fighting. No Big Fu Sword.

Still swimming in infinitely looping thoughts of ‘What crazy parallel dimension is this?’ Kamijyou picked up his hanging jaw and followed the duo as they stepped out of town on full-autopilot [3]. He was situating himself between two low hanging tree branches when it occurred to him that fifty years ago, Geraint and Velskud had been on the same side, against the Dark Dragon.

Perhaps he had landed in that time?

‘It would make sense..’ Kamijyou thought, still eyeing the two faintly visible forms who seemed content to simply tilt their heads up at the startlingly beautiful full moon overhead. If it were true though, it meant that he had overshot by a good four decades back to the Dark Dragon wars. Kamijyou grimaced, all he wanted was to go back in time by one decade and fix May of her absurd eccentricities before they could take root and form her to be the person she was today. He had even prepared a speech [4] for the girl when he would meet her.

Kamijyou retrieved an hourglass from an inner breast pocket of his coat. The Force User who had provided the time travelling idea [5] had given him the sandglass when he had departed for the trip in time. He would be forcibly returned to his time when all the sand had flowed down to the lower bulb, yet more than half of the sand had already settled in the lower bulb. His mission would appear to be impossible for now. There was hardly enough time to schedule a second trip to May’s childhood, much less give her ‘therapy’.

Deciding to leave his mission for a second run at time travel, Kamijyou settled back on his branch. At least this trip hadn’t been entirely fruitless, he mused. He had managed to land in Calderock village of fifty years ago, even caught sight of the legendary Geraint and Velskud during the Dark Dragon wars, it is regrettable that there was not much action to be–

*crack*

‘Speak of the devil?!’ Kamijyou thought with no small alarm, hopping off his branch to glance around cautiously. Darting between tree trunks, Kamijyou stealthily neared the two heros of the Dark Dragon war. In his time, the Red Army would occasionally grow half a brain and instigate night skirmishes in attempts to make use of the cloaking darkness [6]. What if the Dark Dragon–

“Velsk..! Sto… ….The tree’s going to… over… … We’re… …!”

Oh… Crap. Kamijyou covered his eyes in shock. He had just.. witnessed something.. terrible. Like I-Just-Walked-In-On-Something terrible, like Velskud-Is-Half-Naked-And-So-Is-Geraint terrible. Uncontrollably, his thought process is suddenly filled with lots of hyphens and triple fullstops and half-naked war heroes making out on play-by-loop.

Kamijyou really really hoped that the sinking feeling that’s pooling around his legs is the automatic time travelling device activating itself and not an imaginery quicksand attempting to bury him in his mortification.

Crap. Kamijyou snapped out of his ‘Oh-my-goddess, cannot… unsee.’ thought-loop. Three months ago, on their return trip from the Abandoned Welton Hollow, he had made a bet with Deidrik. The priest had insisted that Geraint and the Dark Knight (they hadn’t known that he was called Velskud until much later) had UST [7] the size of Saint Haven. Of course, Kamijyou had disagreed so, in his vehemence, Deidrik proposed a bet of 50 gold [8].

In retrospect, he should have predicted the possibility that Deidrik had been right. However, a bet was a bet and Kamijyou was not one to welsh on one… except.. Kamijyou grinned, not noticing that the finger he had been tapping against his chin was beginning to fade along with the rest of his body.

The first thing he sees when he’s back in current time are Deidrik’s worried eyes as he hovers over Kamijyou’s still half-translucent body, so Kamijyou lets his grin widen and says, “Hey Dei, I still win the bet. Geraint and Velskud have UST the size of Altera.”

— Footnotes —

[1] – There are four towns (and cities) in Altera so by the process of elimination, it would take Kamijyou exactly three steps to reach a conclusive answer, but seeing as there is only one town with a bridge built in its middle to link its two ends together, it wasn’t too hard to hazard a guess and get it right in one.

[2] – They actually tried. It was a rather grandscale contest held in Calderock village and anyone with two legs and a working spine participated.

[3] – Later, he would be grateful for the spartanic acrobatic training Takahashi and Nikke had grinded into him. A successful flip over a wall had never felt more satisfying than when looking back at all the failed landings where he had narrowly missed his groin.

[4] – It actually went more or less along the lines of “You will be a good girl and grow up into a normal item merchant without any sort of artistic or musical inclinations. Moreover, you will be considerate and fully capable of listening to advice and will not attempt culinary feats of any kind.” and was recommended to be executed by either dangling a crystal pendulum between her eyes or by sheer intimidation.

[5] – Which really was an illegal use of Teleportation and Time Stop and was an all-round miracle that she hadn’t splinched herself the first time she tried it.

[6] – How they thought the cloaking darkness would be thick enough to conceal Ogres still remains a mystery.

[7] – Unresolved Sexual Tension

[8] – The kamikaze ghouls in the area, which seem to possess an obscene amount of fascination with exploding near his head, may or may not have affected his ability to make decisions when Kamijyou accepted the bet. Or it could have been one of Deidrik’s many relics. Sometimes they all feel the same.

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