Ichiro takes a step back, rubbing his temple whilst pacing around the room. "Do you really not remember anything?"
A pang of guilt builds in my heart as I contemplate his question. 'I remember that my name is Blake McSween, that I'm a 14-year-old teenager preparing for high school, and that I'm not supposed to be here, but I can't tell that to a pair of strangers.'
"I really don't." I look at him, feigning innocence. "What do I do? All I can remember is my name." I turn away, palming my face.
Jiro leans in, "Well, we can take care of you for a while until you get your memories back." Ichiro butts in, "Or we can take him to the police station and have them deal with this. They could help him find his parents."
The brothers stare at each other in silence for a moment before Jiro breaks the silence. "Your suggestion is definitely better than mines." He turns back to me before asking, "Are you hungry? I can get you something to eat before we head to the station."
Before I could answer, a loud growling sound came from my direction. "Y-yeah, I'd like that." I look away in embarrassment as the brothers walk away.
"Make me something to eat too while you're at it." Ichiro points at my direction, "I'll get him something to wear in the meantime."
By the time we stepped outside, the silent serenity of the morning had been replaced by the hustle and bustle of the city. We quickly made our way to the Naruhata Police Station.
On our way there, I notice quite a few peculiar things. People with different mutations and supernatural abilities walking around, Landmarks that are similar in appearance but not in name and history to those in Japan, and an abundance of hero advertisements all over with one name in particular sticking out to me, "All might."
"Huh?" Jiro turned to me with a look of concern. "I didn't catch what you said there."
'Did I say that out loud?' I quickly put on a look of confusion. "I didn't say anything."
"Ok then." Jiro turns around, continuing on as we finally arrive at the police station.
'Finally, here.' I take a good look at the police station. 'Once I figure out who this body's parents are, if they end up coming for me, I should be good to try and figure out where I am.' Before I could dwell on that thought, Ichiro snaps me out of it.
"Let's go in." Ichiro pushes the door aside and we follow behind. Instantly, a smell of disinfectant and old paper invades my nostrils.
Fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting everything in a pale, washed-out glow that makes even people look tired. The floor is tiled, scuffed from years of boots and shoes, and every sound, footsteps, voices, phones ringing, echoes just a little too loudly.
Trying not to stare at the more extreme mutations, we walk directly to the front desk where Ichiro and Jiro explain my situation. The officer at the front desk listens with a neutral expression, his fingers moving quickly across a keyboard as Ichiro explains. Missing memories. Found unconscious. No identification. The officer's eyes flick to me briefly before returning to the screen.
"Name?" The officer asks. "Blade," I answer before Ichiro and Jiro could speak. The officer pauses for half a second, then types it in anyway.
"Age?" I notice the pause when I tell him my name, but I try to keep my composure. "Fourteen."
More typing. The clacking of keys feels unnaturally loud in the surprisingly quiet police station. Another officer passes behind the desk, murmuring something about a villain.
"Any idea where you live?" The officer looks up once again, seemingly taking note of my physical appearance.
"No." I answer bluntly.
"Parents' names?" The disinterest in the officer's face fades slightly.
"I don't remember." A look of concern appears on the officer's face followed by a sharp silence. After a moment, the officer exhales and stands. "We'll run what we can. Sit tight."
A minute passes, then 10, then 20, 30, and finally an hour passes before the officer gets back to us. Ichiro is the first to stand up, followed by Jiro, as the officer finally comes our way.
'That isn't good.' The first thing I notice is the grim look on his face. He glances at Ichiro and Jiro before bringing them a short distance away from me so i couldn't hear their conversation.
'Damn it, I need to hear what they're saying.' As if answering to my desires, the metallic hand hums. Instantly, I somehow become able to hear the conversation between the Hotta brothers and the officer with almost perfect clarity.
"I wasn't able to get his information using his name in the database," The officer pulled out a file, "But I was able to match his description to the kid mentioned in this missing person's file." He paused, allowing Ichiro and Jiro to gather their thoughts.
"Ok that's good." Jiro was visibly relieved. "Yeah, it is. That means we can get his parents to come and get him right?" Ichiro questions the officer.
"Well, that's the thing, the parents are both deceased." The officer fiddles with the file. "The father died in a villain attack and the mother," He adjusts his cap. "She passed not long after..."
Before he could say any more, the humming of the metallic arm got louder, my vision became blurred, and I once again sank into the viscous realm of darkness where someone or something was waiting.