I jumped and you caught me
DATES WORKED ON:
11/08/2024
Narrators voice:
19th June 1985 was a special day for many reasons. One of the more prominent reasons was that it was the fifth birthday of a certain brown haired boy. Another, it was the day that marked the young boy's first attempt at death. One more, was that it was the very day the young boy met a man who would change his life in his many ways, at first for the worse, but later on…well, we’ll see, won’t we?
On this fine Wednesday, at approximately 9 PM, as the temperature was 20℃, atop the tallest building in the city of Yokohama stood a boy staring down at the hundreds of people who walked around, oblivious of the scene they were about to witness, about to be a part of.
The little boy, freshly turned five, stood holding onto the railing of the roof so lightly a small breeze would be able to break his balance and send him to his death. Precisely what he wanted. But unfortunately for him, the wind had long since left the higher reaches of Yokohama and migrated down to the pedestrians looking for warmth.
At the door of the roof stood a man, 23 years of age. The hands of time had yet to take away his striking appearance. His dark purple eyes gazed at the boy, his body creating no sign of moving to stop him. His soft, black hair kept still as it framed his face in the windless air. A small smile danced across his lips. Insanity had yet to take full control of his mind. He had yet to be pushed far enough to reach such a stage of intelligence.
The only thing keeping him from his descent was a man of 28, his best ‘friend’, life-line practically. But that would end tonight. His friendship would face dire consequences as he saved this young boy from the clutches of death. And his pillar of mental stability would shatter. Of course he was unaware of what would really happen once this young boy entered his life.
Back to the matter at hand, the young boy gazed back at the man standing at the door. His face betrayed no hint of emotion, his eyes as dead as he believed he would be in a matter of seconds.
“Will you not stop me?” He asked, his expression not differing in the slightest.
The young man let his smile grow. “No.”
This seemed to ignite a spark of reaction within the boy. His eyes widened in slight curiosity. He wanted to know why. His thirst for knowledge once again kept him tethered to life. He would have done this long ago if it weren’t for the impulsive desire to consume answers, to find out everything. He had thought he had figured everything out. Answered every question. But now there was another.
His grip tightened.
The man, as intelligent as he was, realised this and only smiled further as the boy's curiosity grew.
“Don’t let me stop you, I’m simply enjoying the…wind,” he said with his ever growing smile.
The boy didn’t know what happened, but it was as if the wind had come rushing back to the roof, even though he was clutching the railing with all his might but a second before, his balance disappeared and the wind carried him down the side of the building, gaining speed to reach the warmth of the humans below.
Yet even though he had found another question to answer, another reason to keep living, the boy did not scream, nor did he panic or try to find a way to stop his fall, but rather let a little smile appear on his face. He let his eyes drop close, as to welcome the sweet embrace of death.
But of course it was not his destined time yet. He had yet to meet quite a few important people. Yet to fall in love and have a family. Yet to make friends. To find a father, or two. To travel across the world. To truly smile. To find his reason to live. His purpose.
And so, as the universe had planned, the young purple-eyed man had created a plan to save this boy from death, and make a spectacle of it. He had made a plan to show everyone how this boy would have nearly died if it had not been for an ability user. One of the creatures those humans hated so much. He made a spectacle of his would-be death to build the foundation of the future. Rome had not been built in a day, and neither would the world the young man's teacher had planned to make.
Unknown to this curious pair, and the people they knew, and the people they would meet, this plan had started 5 years ago, on Hallows eve 1980, in the little town of Godric's Hollow, across the world in Britain.
A certain boy, and the people he knew, and the people he would meet, and the young boy currently falling to the ground, and the people he knew, and the people he would meet, and the purple-eyed man, and the people he knew, and the people he would meet, unknown to them their fates had been intertwined the second the little boy in England was born.
“Rando, do what you do and save the boy,” the man said.
Another man, hidden within the shadows of the night, shivered in the cold as he used his ability to stop the fall of the boy, doing so while making sure his ability would not touch the boy in fear of him falling to his death.
The people underneath slowly started noticing the boy falling from the building, eventually people started screaming, yelling- (I had to stop since Sasageyo started playing in my playlist.) -at others to go get police officers or firemen or the ambulance, people were gathering underneath the building.
Someone took the initiative to take off their jumpers and hats and scarfs and lay them down in hope to cushion the boys' fall, the people around following in their example.
Soon there was a large pile of soft, woollen clothes where the boy would fall, and a crowd of shivering people hoping they would be able to help in some way. Others stood underneath certain places in the hope that the boy would land on them to cushion his fall.
That's when they noticed the small yellow square growing larger and larger, surrounding the boy and eventually slowing his fall. Only it wasn’t enough, he was falling too fast with not nearly enough distance for his fall to slow enough. The people on the ground realised this as an ability, but in their efforts to save the boy cast the fact aside. As the boy fell closer, his landing spot becoming clearer and clearer, the people moved the clothes towards it, building it higher and higher and standing around in hopes to keep the clothes in place.
Then suddenly the boy reached out his hand and touched the ability around him, it flickered and disappeared. And so his fall became faster and faster. But when he finally noticed the large pile of clothes to cushion his fall it was too late to move in the air in an attempt to evade it, and he fell into the large pile where people immediately began to slowly take the clothes away to bring him closer to the ground safely.
When he finally reached the ground, a man in a white coat, with a red scarf wrapped securely around his neck, and striking purple eyes appeared and rushed to him, enveloping him in a hug.
“Osamu, you…never do that…I thought you…do you know how worried I…” the man trailed off.
The boy recognised this man as the one who had smiled at him as he gripped the railing. The crowd took him to be the boy's father and left after sending worried and pitiful glances towards both the man and the boy. The boy, Osamu, did not know what to do in a situation as bizarre as this one. (The git up is such a great song)
So he simply played along, wrapping his arms around the man's shoulders. He laid his head on the man's chest, and breathed in his warm, surprisingly comforting scent. The man took off his red scarf and wrapped it around Osamu.
This ‘event’ captured the attention of news reporters, and pictures of the clothes pile, and the boy in his ‘fathers’ arms, made its way onto the front pages of the newspapers. The mysterious ability that had helped slow the boy's fall appeared in multiple conversations. The story spread and became bigger and bigger.
Sad isn’t it? Millions of people succumb to the call of death and yet they are never talked about except those closest to them, yet this boy, who’s would be death had been turned into a spectacle for the plan of the purple-eyed man, and the unknown plan of the universe had captured the eyes of billions not only in Japan but in surrounding countries as well.
Moving on, this was the event that took place on 19th June 1985, at least the one that everyone knows about. There was another event that took place, in the dying moments of the Wednesday, a much smaller event. A conversation that took place in the confines of a secluded hospital room.
“I want to kill a man, be my alibi.”