Gacha! Glorious Days Of The Summoner!

Selfless Summoner, Subaru

Alas, I had to leave the company of a diety. Mistuko waving goodbye at me before I left gave me a feeling inside. A feeling I've only ever felt with her. And now, as I concentrate on the Gacha Sword, the image of Mitsuko's smile fills my thoughts before the world around, disappears.

The void of nothingness is instantly filled with a meld of rainbows, hallucinogenic colours filling the space between the existence of what was and what is soon to be, but...the colours...they intensify, they swell, turning sickly... it's not right...

Something is wrong...wrong! I can't...I can't think straight...

It's not... everything is... fading...away...

"Urgh!"

Hurtled out of limbo, and onto my knees as I fall to the ground. Instantly, a wave of nausea melds down my stomach, with dizziness striking my brain like a bad headache! I can't breath! With laboured breaths, I pick myself up, my entire body damp with sweet as I struggle to throw my jacket off.

"What the... hell...was that...?"

This feeling... it's like...what I felt here on Earth, before those...cube things appeared...this has never happened before...never when teleporting...

It's like...I was being crushed, pressed down... but my mind...it felt like it wasn't there, as if stuck in a dream...but...the worst feeling... Was in my heart!

My heart!

"Gaah!"

I roll over, clutching at my chest, it's burning... my heart feels like it's burning! It won't stop!

Breath... just breath. Steadily, my heartbeat slows down, into a energetic jive... it's manageable, compared to before... it felt like my heart was going to explode.

I've tried to ignore this feeling before, the first time this... upside down world thing happened. It isn't some sort of sickness... this feeling...

It's unholy.

Whatever happened back there, even way back, it just isn't right! Something evil lived there, an unwanted presence. As if the universe itself, refuses it's existence, yet it persists!

Dragging myself onto what feels like my couch, I roll over in discomfort, the wounds from yesterday suddenly ignited as the beating of my heart normalizes. Struggling to get my shirt off, I examine the burning bruises.

What the hell I'm steaming!? Steam chimneys from every bruise, they're red, thankfully not too much, looking more like sunburns than battle bruises, but the steam coming from them is ominously thick, almost looking like smoke...

After what feels like hours, the nausea subsides, my vision slowly swirling as the world around begins to make sense. I sit upright, holding my dancing tummy as it rumbles violently.

"Ugh..."

Pulling out my phone, I catch a glimpse of the time, something like '7:20 a.m?', I still have to go to school...

"Damn it!"

I can't think straight right now...maybe the shower will clear my mind, my brain feels all scrambled and funky.

Stepping out of the shower, steaming and still wet, I take a look into the mirror of my bathroom. My eyes, they're slightly swollen and my hair looks like it's lost it's vibrant brown color. The bruises, they've stopped steaming so, that's a relief, but...

Can I really go to school like this? I'm a mess.

"Ugh..."

There's a test today, one I simply can't miss. My English grade would drop astronomically if I skipped school...