Look guys, I found my timeline!

Tuesday. Tuesday meant school. School was fine. Waka just tolerated school to the best of his ability. It was mandatory in the Capitol and surrounding villages within the Capitol Dome, and since there was no way out of it, Waka just went along with what was said and almost never paid attention.

He still didn't pay attention today, but he didn't need to.

Currently, he was in math. The best part was, it was a test. Wait, nobody thinks tests are great.

Well, Waka currently did. He had just made himself foresee the future to the teacher correcting the tests in front of the class like he usually did. He studied the answers carefully, and then put them down on the paper. Luckily for him, this teacher was lax on showing work. There were some kids that didn't need to show work and always got it right, and Waka would always just put down random answers anyway, so nothing would come out to be suspicious.

Question 10: Answer: 4

Question 16: Answer: 67 feet

Question 27: Answer: Yes, because of reasons too complicated for me to write out but I can understand it in my head.

Waka was literally the first one done this time. He sat there; fiddling with his fingers, hoping another kid would finish second and turn theirs in so he could turn his in.

That is, until one of the office aids snuck in and handed Mr. Bozaki a note. He glanced at it, his eyebrows furrowing. It looked important. Very important.

"Waka." Mr. Bozaki held out the note for Waka to grab. He didn't say what Waka needed to do. He didn't have to.

Waka took the note in exchange for his test and read it.

Please send Mr. Minamoto Ushiwaka to Priestess Yuka's office immediately. Tell him to bring his stuff. He is not going back to class.

Oh, how much he hated being called by his full name.

Waka packed up his stuff, and note in hand, slipped outside. Since he was going to Yuka's office, he might as well drop off his stuff at his place. They were only a few floors down.

He also straightened up his hair. Who needs to look horrid near the priestess? A pretty one, to- No wait, she wasn't his type anyway.

The closer he got to the office, the more nervous he got. Did she figure out what happened on Sunday night with Tano? Waka had grown up under Yuka's reign, and he knew this: If someone was a threat to her, she'd kill them in secret. Murder them under everyone's noses. She labeled Prophets as the number one threat, and he didn't know what had sparked that. Some grudge of some sort. Whatever. That wasn't important now. What mattered is keeping himself from being skinned and made into shoes.

He soon found himself staring at her office door. Floor 53, room 221. Waka gulped before knocking on the door.

"…Enter," came a stoic voice from behind the door.

Waka quietly opened the door and slipped inside, trying not to make a sound.

"Mr. Ushiwaka, I presume? Do sit down." Yuka turned her spinny chair around, gesturing to a seat nearby.

Waka wanted to snap, telling her that Waka would be more appropriate, but gritted his teeth and sat.

"Do you know why you're here?"

"No, ma'am."

Yuka chuckled and faced Waka. "Such a polite boy you are. Sugawara should be proud. He's raised you well." She clapped her hands. "Now, onto business. You don't know why you're here and that's a good thing."

Gulp.

"You know it and I know it: You have the abilities to see the future, and judging by your results, the past too. Do you have any knowledge on what can trigger these?"

"…No, ma'am," Waka lied.

"Interesting. Sugawara didn't tell you?"

"No, ma'am."

"So you have no way of telling when a vision might appear? Not when it appears but before it appears, mind you."

Waka shook his head.

"Very interesting… I'll have to keep an eye out on you…" Yuka got up and poured Waka a glass of water. He accepted it, but didn't drink. He wasn't too thirsty.

Yuka then turned her back to Waka. "Waka, the main reason why I brought you here is to give you three very distinct choices."

Waka nodded, even though he knew Yuka couldn't see him. "Mmmhmm."

"One: I will 'forget' all this ever happened, but every time you have a vision, you report it to me. Every. Single. Little. Detail. Don't leave any of it out. I'll add it to your file, and you will promise not to act on it. If you do, you die."

Well, that's nice… Waka thought sarcastically.

"Two: You can join the Tao Troopers or the government. I'll personally teach you how to use your powers, but you can only use them when I say and for what I say they'll be used for. I'll add it to your file, and you will promise not to act on it. If you do, you die."

That's even better! Do all of these involve death?

"Three: You go behind my back, learn how to use your powers, and then die. I kill you in your sleep. But we wouldn't want to do that to dear Sugawara, would we?"

She really has something against me doesn't she?

Waka just shook his head.

"So? Your choice?"

Waka bit his lip. No, he didn't want to die. Choice three was out. He could join the government… but…

Waka, there's a lot more to the government then meets the eye. Kurosa had subtly warned him about the government. Were they hiding secrets?

And he really didn't want to report to Yuka for every single vision he had, especially since he was training, but… he could ask Tano for a way around it. Only report half?

"Well?"

"The first choice," Waka replied, somewhat meek.

"Wonderful!" Yuka started opening drawers and shifting through files, obviously looking for something along the lines of a contract. Couldn't she be a little bit more organized? A few minutes passed before an "aha!" and Yuka returning to Waka with a clipboard, pen, and… yep, contract.

"No need to read, but if you want to, go ahead. It just talks about how you've made an agreement with me and that if you break that agreement, you're at the full mercy of my punishments. Understand?"

Waka nodded.

"Sign here."

Waka hesitated before scribbling his whole signature on the line Yuka was pointing at. He had a bad feeling about this, and felt like he had just signed his life away to someone who could easily claim he broke the agreement and punish him just because she could. He was probably right.

Yuka whisked away the contract, signed it herself, and tucked it away into another file, probably labeled "Minamoto Ushiwaka" or "File Later".

"Alright, Mr. Ushiwaka, you're free to go. No need to go back to class. And also…" Yuka leaned in closer to Waka's ear, whispering. "Don't say a word to anyone what went on here. It's just between you… and me. It could tarnish my reputation." She whacked Waka out of the chair. "Haha! Now go! And expect a package, teehee."

Waka stood up, bowed, and scurried out. He leaned on the wall and took in several deep breaths, trying to calm down. He had come out of that alive and signed a contract that probably had fine print that he didn't try to read. Waka knew he had to learn how to see the past quickly, so he could look back and see what was on that contract…

"Sensei, I have a question."

"Later." Tano danced away. "Keep thinking."

"Sensei, it's important." Waka was getting annoyed now. This was the third time he's tried to contact Tano in an attempt to help him get out of the current situation with Yuka, but it wasn't going so well. He was really tempted to manipulate Tano into giving him the answers.

"You're my student under my rules. Think!"

"Look, Tano, I really need the answer to this question and if I get the answer it might help me think!"

"Oh, but not getting the answer makes you think more! Think for five more minutes, then I'll sit down and talk."

Waka complied, thinking about how awful Tano was for the next five and a half minutes. Wait, five and a half? Was Waka supposed to stop the time?

"Time?"

"You're off by a few, but good." Tano sat, though Waka kept standing. "What is your question?"

"I need your help getting me out of-"

"No can do, sonny. You see, what you foresee in here doesn't count in the outside world, but you should still report all of your findings to Yuka. Unless you foresee something that could kill you. Next question? I know you have more."

Prophets are annoying.

"My next question is… Is the government not all cut out as it should be?"

Tano hmm'd. "Good question, boy. I worked for the government myself. I'm a Prophet, you see, so they have to use me to their advantage. Of course, unlike the choice Yuka gave you, I had free-range to how I could use my powers."

Tano sighed, looking into the distance behind Waka. "The government is a very dangerous place, Waka. Lies and scandals. You better stay away from it as much as you can."

"Isn't Father in the government though?"

"…Yes, he is. Or was. Whichever one you prefer. He's a teacher, but he also works as a scribe at times. Not too often. More of a backup. He's just a tool. Prophets are all just tools. The whole Moon Tribe is a tool. Yuka wants power… She wants more power than she has. And she will try to obtain it in any way she can, even if that means… killing people."

Tano shook his head. "The government is a bad place, Waka. Stay away."

He faded into the backdrop… and Waka opened his eyes to the sight of his dull ceiling.

Very important question to ask here: Chapters 1-8 were all written out on paper first, then typed. This chapter wasn't written out on paper first, just typed.

Do you guys think the quality level went UP or DOWN?

Thanks for all your input, readers! And thanks for sticking by when I didn't update for months.

By the way, DWTM turned a year old March 18th~ Wow. We're about halfway through with the first arc, by the way. Isn't that something?