reigen impact

Part None: Guy Gets Kidnapped And Smooth Talks His Way Out.

[Author Note: Man it's been so long since I've been here, huh? Wattpad has gained a myriad of features in the time I've been missing, and honestly I'm looking forwards to writing more in here. This story was made for a contest, so I tried experimenting a little with parallel prose and dialogue. Hope you enjoy!]


It wasn't the best situation to be in, but it wasn't the absolute worst one to be in, either.

It reminded him, vaguely, of that time he did a press conference.

"What's your name?"

"Reigen Arataka."

"Age?"

"Twenty-nine."

He had to keep the truth in mind, obviously. They had interrogated Serizawa first, from what he'd heard, and, knowing Serizawa, there was a good chance he'd told them practically everything in earnest.

"Interesting outfit."

"Work clothes."

The woman interrogating him in this strange room (he guessed that it was an ancient form of basement) wasn't exactly dressed casually, either. In fact, the more Reigen stared, the less sure he was that it was even made of actual clothes, much less something that fit together into a proper outfit. His eyes glanced, quickly, at the sword on her hip-

"Scared?"

"What? Scared? No, obviously not...."

But not quickly enough, apparently.

"There's no reason for you to be scared, you know..."

Whatever she said next was promptly drowned out by the sound of Dimple's voice in Reigen's left ear.

"Yo, back. Tome's fine, she made a coin disappear and unshuffled a deck of cards."

He leaned slightly to the right before grumbling out a response. "How did that get her out of trouble?"

"Looks to me like this world hasn't really learned what magic tricks are yet. Buncha morons."

A hand rose to try and rub his chin as he thought on the matter.

"Hmm, probably because these guys can do real magic... Kind of...."

"Ah."

Very quickly and very painfully, Reigen was made very aware that his hands were tied to the table. No real way to rub his chin.

His interrogator was looking at him as if he had three eyes, which also wasn't a good thing.

Clink. Clink.

Well, that was the sound of Reigen, again, trying to rub his chin. Worth a shot; maybe this was some sort of bad dream that he could wake up from.

BAM!

It wasn't.

Her hands, which had been slammed into the table palm-first, now curled into slight fists as she drew closer to him. "Who were you talking to, Mr Arataka!? Are you making outside contact with anyone else right now?"

"Ah, well, you see..."

He tried to put his hands up in some sort of reassuring gesture, but again the knots held fast. "Damn, it's pretty strong for rope..."

"It's meant to keep people from escaping; why wouldn't it be strong?"

With a nervous chuckle, he tried to keep up. "I'm new in town, you know... The ropes aren't this strong everywhere..."

The attempt at brevity was short lived. "Mr Arataka, who were you talking to? If you do not speak-"

"Ghost friend."