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Mochida Kensuke had thought he was going to lead a normal life, besides the whole farming space and his past life. He passed the age eighteen again, barely surviving high school while planning to crawl his way through college for the next four years.
Then the zombie apocalypse happened when he just settled into a hotel, in the middle of fucking Tokyo. He honestly didn't think he would have gotten a college degree anyways, not even if it was in Art. Too unmotivated.
But this tragedy could've came at a better place like Namimori. Hibari was there, Hibari probably had Namimori guarded and Zombie free. Not to mention the retired criminals there and his Committee who were like SWAT or something.
Mochida should have known that this world would go to shit because he hasn't seen anything from Canon and Tsunayoshi was still a Dame with no friends. Hell, Mochida thought he was just in Alternate Universe where he becomes the Tenth later on when he was in College, the whole reason he didn't go to Namimori college when they had a perfectly good everything.
Hard for the Namimori students through the ages not to become better students when Hibari Kyoya is in your backyard. Not to mention all the parents that uses his names like a threat. They also say he will protect them.
Hibari-sama is Hibari-sama.
He should have left when the main characters left. Maybe he will be guarded. Maybe he wouldn't pick up kids like loose coins on the street.
So many, many maybes.
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Kensuke lived in a hotel near his new College, in the heart of Tokyo. Go down the street, there is a hospital, take a left and there is a high school, keep going and there is a kindergarten and daycare. Not to mention the train station, the other schools, apartments and every kind of human filled place you can think of. You see what his problem is?
He thought that the hotel was just great, so close and in the middle of everything. Oh how wonderful and smart he was, just spend a little money, who cares, god knows he saved so much from his magical space filled with food.
He huffed as he climbed up the roof of a daycare/kindergarten, ignoring the screams of agony and help below. It was Day two on Complete Outbreak of Zombies, COZ for short. He was on his way home, ain't no fucking way he is staying inside to wait for help.
The Night of COZ started off as glowing blue rain and awe. Then the sky cleared up and showed a bright red moon that turned the rain into vapor. Kensuke was outside, shopping for dorm and art supplies.
The rain had completely soaked him in seconds, he felt like he was dying after. It burned so deeply, he nearly drowned in the hotel bathtub. The spiritual water, he had in his space, made it worse as his eyes turned into pale blue with no pupils until the next morning.
He didn't know what complete blindness was, not truly. Who was he without eyesight? Art was all he can do. The only thing he is truly good at. He looks down on Tsunayoshi, knowing full well he was only one bad accident of being like him. Of giving up on himself and just doing nothing about his life.
The morning after he woke up, the streets were in chaos, people killing and eating others. Plants and animals mutating into bigger and more dangerous beings. It was the zombie apolocapyse with the Chinese twist, he would have rather have the Walking Dead kind, thank you.
He packed up his stuff and put it in the space, then got ready to steal everything from the hotel. From the sheets to the table cloths, not to mention blankets. He left the beds, because they were too soft for his taste.
When he had got to the laundry room, he packed up all the clean sheets and blankets, cause who knows when people will start making cloth again. Most of his time was avoiding humans and killing the zombies that he stumbled upon. Despite his attempts of trying to activate any ability, he failed to do so.
But after digging in a zombie's head, Kensuke did find a small crystal. When he got it, he started to dig in all of the zombies' head. Out of twenty-three zombies, there was seven crystals. They were also the only ones without bites or wounds.
Not that it stopped him from digging through every head of a zombie afterwards. If nothing, it made sure that he had killed the zombie.