1 Chapter 1 | Kira

"Great start to the day..." I smirked as I opened my eyes. To my surprise, I finally managed to get a good night's sleep. Lately, no matter how much I sleep or when I go to bed, I constantly feel sleep-deprived. But today feels like a special day.

"Hold on." I paused as I rose from the warm bed. "Where am I even?"

My heart skipped a beat. It was my first experience waking up in an unfamiliar apartment. Various questions popped into my head, but I brushed them off. It's not like I wandered through bars...

Fully awake, I realized I was completely naked. Strange, I never had the habit of sleeping naked. Well, I'll think about it later.

"How much does it cost?" It's worth noting that this apartment has quite a good renovation, everything is clean and tidy, unlike mine.

After carefully walking through all the rooms, I understood that I was alone. With a storm of thoughts, I went to the bathroom to wash up. Leaning over the sink, I splashed my face with cool water and then looked in the mirror.

"What the..." The reflection staring back was not me... I mean, it was me but... different. Blonde hair slicked back with two strands neatly hanging down, even the body was different, not mine.

A few seconds later, as I processed the information, something clicked in my head. "Yoshikage Kira..." I whispered in unison with the reflection, immediately recalling his signature skull tie hanging on the chair. "I'm in his body... No, I am him."

How did this happen?! How did it turn out that I shifted into the body of the main villain from the fourth part of JoJo? A unfamiliar melody, coming from the bedroom I had just left, pulled me from my thoughts. Carefully approaching the phone next to the bed on a nightstand, I saw the screen displaying the word "director."

Taking a deep breath, I picked up the phone and pressed it to my ear as calmly as possible. "Yes?" I asked.

"Good morning, Mr. Yoshikage, calling about your absence from work. Were there any valid reasons?" a polite male voice inquired through the phone.

I rubbed my forehead wearily. "Work? Was I supposed to go to work? Apparently, yes. If only I had at least some memories of this body... I remember Kira had a job in the series but can't recall what it was. Alright, I need to come up with something."

"Good morning, I intended to call and explain but couldn't. I didn't sleep a wink all night due to headaches, only managed to fall asleep by dawn but woke up to your call and realized I overslept. Please forgive me," I concluded guiltily, praying he would believe me.

There was a tense silence on the other end for a few seconds, which felt much longer to me. "No worries, Mr. Yoshikage!" he replied just as politely, dispelling my doubts. "You always work diligently, so missing one day due to ill health is inconsequential. Get well soon. If you continue feeling unwell, I'll give you a sick leave. Take care."

"Thank you," I responded with a weary sigh, ending the call and putting the phone back on the nightstand. "Seems like I'm quite respected at work, but what do I work as? The same as the original Kira?... If only I could remember..."

Finally relaxing a bit, I sat on the edge of the bed, covering my face with my hands. I need to think about what to do next. So... according to my last memories, I went to sleep in my old body after work and woke up here. This makes no logical sense, it just happened because it did. Moreover, Kira was thirty-three during the series, whereas I was only twenty-nine yesterday. Thinking about this now seems pointless. First, I need to figure out where I am.

With that mindset, I approached the window and... I wasn't in Japan. This wasn't the town of Morio... It looked more like New York. "This... This is nonsensical! Why am I in America?!" Calm down, I need to gather more information; this can't be just a random set of circumstances.

Moving away from the window, I rushed to the center of the bedroom to see a pretty decent laptop on the desk. Turning it on, I suddenly remembered I was still completely naked. After dressing in a purple striped shirt and regular trousers, I sat down at the working laptop. On the desktop, in the bottom right corner on the panel, I read the date in shock - September 16, 2015... I've moved to the past.

So, I started surfing the internet, gathering more and more shocking information. With an abundance of news, I even began mindlessly scrolling through recent event articles. Quietly closing the laptop, I leaned back in my chair away from the desk. "The Avengers, X-Men, Fantastic Four, and Spider-Man... This can't be happening... This is one of the worst outcomes. I've landed in the most dangerous world. I just wanted a peaceful life."

"Alright, deep breath," I calmed myself and spent about ten minutes staring at the floor, sitting on the chair, contemplating different outcomes. Being turned to dust by Thanos's snap, dying at the hands of Ultron, who will likely appear in the future, are just the tip of the iceberg. I'm nothing in this world, a bug that could be destroyed by almost anyone with supernatural abilities without them even noticing.

"Stop..." I stood up, sighing with relief, not noticing a kind of grim smile forming on my face. "He must be with me! Killer Queen!"

"...." In response, I got nothing but the silence surrounding me. I don't have a stand, the main power that Kira possessed. Realizing this felt like a hole had formed inside me, a sense of despair began to fill my mind, and I didn't know what to do next.

"Breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out..." It's not just that I'm in his body, right? I must find the arrow that gives a stand? No, in this universe, there are no stand users, hence no arrow. And the original Kira received his stand without an arrow's help. What to do, what to do...

"Ah?..." Suddenly coming back to reality, I noticed that in my anxiety, I had bitten my fingers to the point of bleeding, which was dripping onto the floor. "Damn it!" With those words, I ran to the kitchen to the refrigerator to grab hydrogen peroxide from above it to treat the wound.

× 5 minutes later ×

Now, I'm sitting at the kitchen table with plasters on the fingers of my left hand, the throbbing pain being quite irritating, but I have other concerns right now. "Need to avoid stress as it leads to nothing good. There must be a way to improve the situation," I said, slowly walking back to the laptop, cursing the pain in my hand.

With a clearer head, I continued my research. So, here's everything in order: My name is Yoshikage Kira, I'm thirty-three years old, but look younger. My parents moved from Japan to America in search of a better life when I was twelve. They had me when they were over forty and passed away due to health issues when I was twenty. I work at Midtown School as a physics and math teacher - "It seems Peter Parker goes to this school, interesting." I kept eagerly reading everything I could find about this world, which, although similar to my previous one, had its differences. For instance, did you know that World War II ended two years earlier because of Captain America?

× Evening ×

Finally tearing myself away from the computer, I noticed through the window that it had already gotten dark. With this realization, sleepiness and hunger suddenly hit me. It seems it's time to go to bed, but I need to eat first, I think I saw some meat in the fridge.