A/N: I know I really have no right to start another story •~• but like my laptop charger is banjaxed so I can't update the other ones anyway so /shrug

And an oyster card is a bus and train pass exclusive to greater London. This all will totally make more sense later on

One day, a brunet woke up in a coffin.

The heady scent of crushed flowers surrounded one Sawada Tsunayoshi. Their broken stems poked his sides, and their soft petals caressed his skin, and all the while their smell invaded his nose, overran his senses in the small, near pitch black space. In the time in which Tsunayoshi slowly came to his senses - reality slowly invading the the fog of sleep - he spent more than a few minutes in uncomprehending silence. Was it possible he was still asleep? But no, dreams were never so detailed, so real, not even those rare few lucid ones which he always looked forwards to.

No. The stalks digging into his sides were real, painfully so. After a few moments of sliding around of the silky material he lay rest upon in attempts to dislodge the stalks, a daunting thought finally entered Tsunayoshi's head.

Now obviously the young brunet had been contemplating the situation. After realising he wasn't in fact dreaming, the idea of being pranked immediately came into his mind, before he reluctantly dismissed it. There was nobody he knew of who would prank him in such a manner. It would be especially distasteful after the recent mess he'd been through, and even the few people he knew who might have done such a thing he knew would not pull it off so soon. They'd have waited, at least until things had settled down and Tsunayoshi wasn't quite drowning in his grief.

Yet with that option out, more fanciful ideas ran through the brunet's head. Maybe he'd been kidnapped. Maybe he'd been kidnapped by a mass murderer with a penchant for young mixed race kids and locking people up in small, dark places. Maybe he was in a secret government facility.

But Tsunayoshi couldn't ignore the signs - flowers, a dark space, silk lining...

Bile rose to the back of Tsunayoshi's throat and a sick feeling invaded his gut as the idea cemented in his head. They didn't, they wouldn't.

Oh but they did.

Now a desperate need to leave rose up within the boy, and an intense form of claustrophobia, and the need to get away, get away from the smooth silk lining that was mocking his so with its softness and-

Tsunayoshi pushed, desperate and frantic in his attempts to get the heavy lid off the box he lay within. It shifted a little, solid wood adding to the weight of the six food lid. Keeping his arms upon the lid above him, the brunet bent his knees and brought up his legs, trying to gain them some footing so they could push too. He grunted with the effort, putting his entire back and leg power into it, his legs pushing through once he realised that the obstacle was gone and clean, fresh air entered his lungs.

The teen sat up, slightly disorientated by the great change in scenery, but immensely relieved to be free of his previous confines. Taking a deep, shuddering breath, Tsunayoshi took in his surroundings, the unfamiliar smell within the air, the bright rays of the sun peeking from between the various trees surrounding him - and the sleek, black coffin in which he sat. Gingerly, the brunet got onto wobbly legs and slowly stepped out of the coffin, carefully avoiding the discarded coffin lid that lay to his side. He wanted really to put it back on, but it had been heavy enough to move the first time around, and Tsunayoshi really didn't have the heart to try again.

In some form of morbid curiosity, the brunet studied the coffin he rest within not only a moment before, in great detail. The casket itself was wooden as was traditional - most likely so it could rot through in the ground and let the Earth, maggots and worms reclaim the body - but it was entirely black. Not that Tsunayoshi had never seen a black coffin before - they weren't quite that uncommon - but through his expert opinion and experience in coffin shopping, he knew that they were generally more expensive. Furthermore, it didn't even look varnished or dyed, the wood was genuinely black. The only black wood the brunet really knew of was ebony, and apparently prices for it were extortionate, so the notion that this had been set up by anyone he knew was immediately crushed. There was no way they had the money to spare - and even if they did, why waste it on something so distasteful?

That wasn't to say the entire coffin was black, no. It was adorned with simple gold additions, making it too classy to be plain, but too simple to be gaudy. Fancy golden handles lay in measured distances around the sides of the actual casket, their placement outlined via simple gold outlines of rectangles with inverted corners. At the bottom of the coffin another gold adornment lay, a beautiful addition to the entire casket. With a grunt, Tsunayoshi flipped over the lid to see that it too had a simple stripe of gold outlining its shape, but little else. What was he hoping for? Some sort of sign, or, god forbid, a name? Tsunayoshi was completely out of his depth, and really the only thing he'd managed to do was admire the high class coffin he'd woken up within.

A tiny part of the brunet was resentful someone would leave a coffin such as that one simply lying around. He wished he could have afforded something so nice. The rest of him however, was in a state of panic.

Wherever he was didn't feel like England. The sun was too bright and warm, and there was a distinct lack of the soggy wetness that permeated all parts of the British Isles. No, the sky was a clear, bright blue - lighter than he remembered from the rare few cloud-free days he'd experienced - and the air was dry, cut through only by the light chattering of cicadas. Tsunayoshi wondered if he was in Europe anymore. Maybe Greece or Italy had the noisy bug - Spain and Portugal too, but none of the countries he was intimately familiar with had the same atmosphere as his immediate surroundings.

He had to focus, to calm and gather his wits. The beating of his heart wasn't slowing down, but Tsunayoshi swallowed against the dry lump in his throat and forcefully pushed aside his panic.

First things first, he patted himself down, mildly surprised to find himself in the exact same clothes he'd collapsed on his sofa in - too tired to change and knowing that he'd have to get up again soon regardless. Whoever had kidnapped him hadn't done a very good job. His mobile was still in the left pocket of his trousers, and another couple of pats revealed his small wallet in his other pocket. Tsunayoshi idly rifled through it, pleased to find none of his money missing - though depending on where he was, it might be useless anyway - and his various cards in place. With a small hysterical giggle, the brunet realised he still had his oyster card. That would surely be useful to get home. Again, Tsunayoshi wondered about his hypothetical kidnappers. It seemed as if he had simply been taken exactly as he was.

Firmly clamping down on his hysteria, the brunet checked his phone right afterwards - pleased to see that it turned on and unlocked properly. The digital clock showed that barely an hour had passed since he went home - which couldn't be right because there was nowhere like the woods he was currently in anywhere within an hours drive from his house. Yet somehow the date was exactly the same as before he fell asleep. But it wasn't possible for him to have been kidnapped, transported to another country and placed in a coffin in under an hour. Was it?

No, it wasn't. There was absolutely no way he was still in England - heck if the time was right it would have been dark at the moment - there was somebody messing with him. Or maybe it was his phone. With a sigh of relief, Tsunayoshi noticed the complete lack of signal. Of course - his signal had been blocked, and his date and time was running on the network standard. It simply hadn't updated yet. Once he got some signal, he could call the police, get picked up and forget the entire ordeal. Tsunayoshi berated himself for not noticing earlier. He had almost believed in whatever trick was being played upon him for a moment.

Stepping away from the coffin, Tsunayoshi held his phone high in the air, squinting against the sunlight while he tried to see which way he could find some signal. After a few moments of walking around, a series of beeps announced his success. He had a message! Maybe it was from someone who'd found out he was missing. Then all he had to do was contact them, let them get help and he'd be home free.

In his excitement, Tsunayoshi completely ignored the updated time and date, hurriedly opening his message box and the unread message to see who had contacted him.

The brunet froze, reading the message in some sort of abject horror.

Welcome to O2 JAPAN. Roaming charges apply. Calls to the UK are...

Tsunayoshi blinked. What?

More slowly now that he was overcome with a terrible need to prove the message false, the brunet closed his messages, going to the large calendar app on his home page. His breath caught in his throat, and with shaky hands, Tsunayoshi ran a finger across the screen, as if he could change the words on it

13:21 12th June 2014

Namimori, Japan

One day, a brunet woke up in a coffin.

And his life changed.