Chapter 2: Yehet, Japan~ Pt.1

A/N: They are speaking in English since ever because Deon is still learning Japanese and very lazy to speak the language.

It has been three years since he arrived in this dimension. A very familiar dimension (more to muggle world) where he once lived as Rynan Markov-Black, only seems to be more advanced in term of technology and science.

He learnt that in this dimension none of those fantasy creatures he had imagined existed (what a boomer), meaning; no sowrdplays and magical combats (dang, he craves the thrills). And oh, he chose to live as Deon Hart once again because why not? He's giving Deon a chance to create new life with his name. He even created a false background as a wealthy emancipated European orphan named Dionysus Hart (Riddle would be seething in green if he was to know this).

You must be wondering about the wealthy part, I know. Well, lucky him, he was once again blessed with magic and he could access his wealth from his lives as Rynan and Deon, which meant; unlimited wealth! The only downside was the carried traits of Deon Hart that he had to endure. Fuck sensitive vampire-like eyes and skin! And fuck throwing up blood!

Hold up, I can sense the question about his real identity in this real life. As who was he beforeel he lived freely as his ownself and shit? Okay yalls, let me make this clear. Based from Lucifer's input, ALL of the characters from his past life as Akaashi Seijuuro were brought to life like him. Meaning, they exist and are currently living their lives in this damn dimension. Yay....

Hopefully they won't pose as a hindrance to his life seeing as he only obtained a partial of his memories as Akaashi and only remembers the main events such as the fallouts of the Generation of Skitt- Miracles.

Back to the present, right after he floated out of the frozen lake (stupid Lucifer for his lack of forewarning), he chose to move to a small countey and since then, he lived in Malaysia for the past three years and enrolled to an International Modern Arabic School for his primary studies. Ya know, he woke up as a freaking 9 years old. As mighty as he is with magic, there is no such thing as potions in this dimension, so no aging and deaging potions.

He had self-mastered Bahasa Melayu, Arabic and Mandarin since Malaysia is a diversed country. French, Germany, English and Latin was a piece of cake since he was once a Markov-Black. The only problem was his Japanese. Unfortunately, living too much lives as Deon Hart has rendered him rather amnesiac of that particular language.

In case yalls wondered about the foods, fuck it. He fucking loves Malaysia albeit the disgusting, annoying and headachingly hot and sunny weather that was enough to cook a raw egg under a direct sunlight..well, he liked the malls the most, they are as cold as Antartika!

He wondered how much electrical bills the management had to pay for the amount of countless air-conditioners that managed to freeze him sometimes especially in cinemas..and kudos to their less-sweetened orange juice, thank Jesus.

He had planned on staying in Japan for his junior and senior high school and currently, he only has a month before the start of his junior high school life in K International School Tokyo, the most elite international school in Ota, Tokyo. (he's already sniffin' the upcoming drama)

But really, why Japan? That was because he wanted to attend all of the Anime-Cons especially the ones for HunterXHunter and Kimetsu No Yaiba. He was abolutely freakishly enamored with cosplaying.

And in addition to that, he wanted to surprise his two years penpals from Tokyo. Who? You will know them soon (no snitching yet~). He had bought a damn penthouse in the central city of Tokyo (barely a dent in his mountain of gold, your honor), an all black Royal Einfield Bullet 350 and a metallic black Bentley Continental GT 6.0 for his daily use (he used magic to fake several IDs duh).

There is no damn way he's gonna walk or cycle to school with his stupid cursed sensitive sight and skin to the damn sun. He might as well just melt like an undercooked eggyolk and become a mushy poodle of yellow on the road, getting stepped on by the passerby and dogs and tyres and whatever shits out there. Eww, we get the point already!

Yes, the stupid cursed traits of Deon's were upsettingly permanent (here he thought such modernized world could give him some remedy to cure them). The only better news was his predicament of coughing and throwing up blood would not be triggered by a mere stress. It would only happen when he exhausted his body which means; no tiring sports for him?

He already planned on joining basketball again but maybe..he could just join Archery and Karate Club? Since those were his best domain since living as Deon and living in Malaysia.

*Ping!*

He press open the notification and smiles slightly at the chat,

From: Ji Han

Subject: Seoul, Korea

Yah, my diehard fan, guess what??! my family and I is finally leaving Malaysia to Seoul~ Which means....i can train for my idol career and be a real Kpop Idol~!! Oh im so excited!! Can't wait to hold my own group concert and gets popular. But don't fret. Once I got famous, I would dedicate my success to you for being my first and number 1 fan~ So wait for me kay? And take care of yourself in Japan! I love u and I miss u soooooo much! Mwahhhhh~

Deon chuckles at his bestfriend's antic and sent a reply, this time, not bothering to correct his grammar. Another message pops up,

From: Ssun

Subject: Tokyo

I saw your recent post, bb. Give me the exact hour your flight's landing. Im picking you up. Btw, a new cafe has opened in the Central Tokyo. I think it's name is Salon du Chocolat?

Typing in some reply of the exact hour and airport Deon fails to contain his excited gasp at the cafe's name. That is his favorite place to dine in in Malaysia! He fucking loves their not overly sweet chocolate crepe and don't forget those strawberry dips! He taps his feet impatiently, mentally urging the plane to land faster. (sorry forgot to mention abt flying to Japan)

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Damn, his body is aching all over the place. Luckily, he didn't bring any luggage as he could just go on a shopping rampage for his necessities and wardrobe.

Tugging on his custom Versace black fabric face mask that adorned his name in the inside and YSL black glasses, he gracefully struts towards the lobby to find his penpal whom he had never met in real life. They don't even know each other's faces. (hopefully not a pedo)

"Babyboy?" Speak of the devil and he shall appears.

Turning around, his crimson pupils widen slightly at the fine creature in front him. He never believed in destiny and fate but, this Ssun guy, his penpal bestie..looked just like Cassius. His heart wrenched awfully.

Dark brown hair complimenting his fair asian skin with foxy crystal grey eyes that screams halfblood Japanese (wonder if he is half spanish though). His eyes narrow when he realized that the latter seems and IS taller than him in a few inches. Just like him....

Deon raises his right hand and forcibly spits out a soft yet shaky, "Yow, Ssun."

Boya, he sure needs his usual dose of vodka by now.

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Suna PoV.

It would be a lie if he says that he's not excited to finally meet his foreign penpal that he met during Impostor game two years ago. Since then, they clicked so well that it felt like they were already friends since the beginning. He soon learnt that his penpal's name is Deon and he is a part-European?Japanese-French to be exact, but has been staying in Malaysia for a few years for his primary school.

Days later, he braved himself to ask for Deon's personal number and instagram and much to his happiness, he got them! He thought he might be able to see Deon's real face in his social media only to sulk when his face was adorned with cosplay makeups and often changes his contactlenses colors in all of his posts.

The only thing he knew of the latter was his heredity albino hair and skin, cute anime-ish voice and his kitty-like sneeze, his likes for extreme sports (he almost had heart attack seeing him jumped off the plane for an extreme skydive), his obsession with designer brands and spicy kimchi.

Simply said, he was dying to meet Deon in real life! So, can you imagine his shock when he saw Deon's latest instagram story in a flight heading to Tokyo, Japan?! And without him realized, his long fingers already texted the cute albino. Yay! He's going to pickup his bestest penpal~ Thank god he lives in Tokyo.

P/S; He has a feeling that the albino is going to be someone important in his life in the future.

Once he gets of his black green Royal Einfield Bullet 350, he rushed towards the airport's lobby to wait for his babyboy's flight. He tidies off his black Celine bomber and the neatly tucked in pastel yellow black-polkadotted longsleeves.

He looks at his image in his phone camera and ruffles his hair to look handsomer. Eep, smashed.com.

He clicks open his chat with Deon and his heart almost leaps out of his chest, 'Im here, at the lobby. All black, with black mask, usual white hair?' Deon's here! Fuck, this is so nerve-wrecking.

Getting up, his foxy grey eyes scanned through the lobby to find his albino penpal and his grey orbs instantly fell onto a certain too white-skinned white haired male clad in all designer black attire, typical Deon.

That must be him, he would recognize that long silky braided white hair and fabric black mask anywhere and anytime. Mulling up his courage, he slowly approached the albino.

"Babyboy?" Fuck, that sounded so cringy! Why did he said that out all of things?! He was suppossed to call him Deon for god sake😭 Lucky him, Deon didn't seem to be bothered or cringed at him.

Anxiously, he watched the albino turned around and lifted up his hand in a friendly gesture, "Yow, Ssun."

Suna.exc. stopped working...

What...the actual...fuck is that freaking sexy deep voice?!! That is totally not his usual anime-ish cute voice! Nope, totally not! What kind of puberty did ma homie hit?! And his mouth went slightly ajar at the freakingly unique and pretty cerulean-crimson orbs.

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Noone PoV

Deon tenses up slightly when his penpal suddenly hugs him, both of them feeling the blossoming serendipity while he was hit with both serendipity and epiphany, just liie when he's with Cassius. He returns the favor, shamelessly rubbing his soft cheek onto the latter's surprisingly broad chest. He used to do this with Cassius a lot..

To be honest, Ssun was not only a few inches taller. His Ssun is like a head taller. Dang it. And here he was standing in glorious 160cm, quite a feat for a 13 years old boy. Forsho, Ssun must be a budding titan.

"I miss you, babyboy, so so much. I've been wanting to meet you since everrr. I can't believe I finally gets to see you fresh in the flesh."

Deon wills the weird fluttering feeling in his stomach away and hugs his penpal tighter.

"Yeah, I missed you too, Ssun. That was the second reason why I chose to move here."

He's not joking when he said he missed him, Ssun IS the second bestest people in his life after his Ji Han, followed by his second penpal coming at the third place.

Suna chuckles contently before faking a shocked gasp (well, he IS actually shocked fo hear the reason and mind you, he's obviously flattered) and releases the albino,

"What was your topmost reason to move here that had pegged me down from my throne, huh?"

Suna could barely resist his urge to smother the shorter albino with smooches when the latter has the audacity to beam (he knew because his eyes squinted into cresent) and smugly says in his broken Japanese, "For my Kamen Rider senpais of course~"

Yup, totally matched his age. He sighs exasperatedly, typical Deon and his fanatic obsession with Kamen Rider, Lets not get started with Ultramen and Animes please. Well, HIS typical Deon, that is.

"Come on, lets hop onto my son and I'll give you a short tour to this city alongside the designer stores nearby. Don't worry, they have all of your favorite brands; Celine, Bvlgari, Prada, Chanel, Ysl and Versace."

Suna smirks at the obvious excited glint in the cerulean-crimson orbs at the mention of the designers's name. After all, both himself and the albino are a designer and luxurios shits freak.

"Huyoo, we have the same child! Wait, did you copied Kamen Rider W's bike's aesthetic? No cap, he lit bruh💅."

Suna preens at the geniune praise albeit slightly giving in at the mention of Kamen Rider W (yes, Deon has a ton of crush on that male actor) and hands over a black helmet to the albino in which the latter gladly grabs.