"…I've lost my shit haven't I?" Yuya says looking around seeing a deep sea of what can be described as beautiful untamed galaxies right outside of the glass windows. Yuya's eyes trail off to the copper rails with slight openings to them that leads to seats and doors that made it seem like a expensive subway with a classical theme.
Yuya looks down at his golden tainted seat feeling the smooth harden bottom. Yuya notices sounds a subway wouldn't make, click clacks and a rumbling engine that would normally be missed but for some reason not for Yuya. Yuya sits up, his right hand holds onto the copper grab handle above him. Yuya takes the sight in one more time before speaking out loud with amazement with the same emotion evident in his smile, "A…train?" As he speaks soon his amazement is replaced with confusion.
"Arriving to rank A, Steam Rolled Odyssey," the bus somehow announces with a soft feminine voice despite the trains classic and old unadvanced well kept look. The train moves faster covering the windows with a white light causing Yuya to stumble back into his seat, he covers his eyes and soon looks up.
The train's doors open with a swing and Yuya slowly stands up and gets off the train. Yuya looks down to see where he's walking, stepping down a pair of stairs that can be seen on each of the train doors. As he reaches the last step he looks up stunned again at the riot of unfamiliar people with different skin tones and skin textures.
Unknown tongues can be heard muffled by copper pipes from the arcane yet familiar technology, Yuya's eyes followed up looking at the thermal airships. Yuya starts to finally move his legs as he walks into the crowd of people. A scaled man can be seen shouting at the crowd presenting items at a stand in front of the man, unknown but hungrily spices can be smelled.
Yuya walks through the crowd turning around to take in the sight but always walking in the same direction. Public entertainers singing, dancing, providing fun for adults and kids can be seen while he walks aimlessly through the buzzing feel-good riot of people it felt almost unreal, although all he's senses were still intact and somewhat even heighten.
While looking around he winds up passing a clothing store his eye catches a classic looking clothes that looked far from bad while walking on the sidewalk although some people were walking on what looked like concrete grey rubble roads.
After staring at the clothes through the mirror he get's a glimpse of himself in the glass seeing his now white hair. "What the hell…," he first sounds shocked like his hair was ruin because his hair used to be black but smiles at his reflection, soon after taking a closer look at his hair it seemed to fitted him and suddenly a thought goes through his head "Am I in someone's body?"
He touches his face looking at his reflection through the glass and moves he's head side to side not caring if he looked like he has actually lost his shit. He still has his features, his decent sharp jawline, hunter-like's eye and noticeable nose and dark caramel skin. With further examination his pupil taking a similar color as his hair yet a darker looking silver color in the warm shining sun.
"This must be heaven," Yuya says in his head as he trails off from the glass running his fingers through his new found hair. Yuya walks around aimlessly for hours that felt like masked long minutes.
The galaxy he saw while in the train is visible in the dark lit sky, the town houses narrowing the view and street lanterns somehow lit in the cage class containing the flames.
Yuya looking at the street lanterns realizes he's hungry, having skipped lunch and dinner his curiosity triumph his physical needs. Yuya hears commotion coming from the far left of him "Your lucky the old man said not to beat the hell out of you!"
I hear a masculine voice with the scene of a man thrown down to the ground outside of a door with light illuminating inside the door with the sound of other people talking can be heard. The door stays open as the masculine voice can be heard speaking but not audible in a more lower volume.
The buff man with a unbuttoned white plain top buttoned shirt that was thrown down looks up at Yuya observing the sight, '"The hell are you looking at punk?" "He's clearly drunk, but he's not going to lay a finger on a teen", Yuya thought in his head giving a unfazed look at the messy man.
The drunken man stumbles to get up walking toward Yuya with a series of uneven steps and stumbles. "You like sticking your nose in other peoples business?" Yuya looks at the man closer taken aback by his face, arcane glowing red symbols around the man's eyes as he smiles. Suddenly the mans face is ignited by flames, the man's flaming hand comes swinging at Yuya's head, Yuya let's his head fall back like a falling pillow effortlessly moving his head. As Yuya moves his head back he leans to the right clenching the bottom top of his face, eye's peaking out of his hands as he's cursing is luck "shit!" The man observing Yuya's injured state laughs realizing his hand grazed Yuya and speaks with nothing but well connected malice "that will teach your ass to sto-."
A fairly big arm that looks as if it was dipped in silver liquids swings into the mans head, knuckles making a perfect connection with the side of the man's temple. Yuya's eyes are focused as the man's body gets sent flying into one of the town houses causing a dust like effect around him as he's on the ground slumped.
Yuya still holding his face looks up at the man responsible for him still breathing. The man took a very arcane appearance with blue skin, wavy long black hair and no smaller than 6'3 in height with clean silver arms painted with the injured man's blood.
The man looks down at Yuya "Come inside and I'll see if I can get someone to treat your wound," his voice matched his expression unbothered and laid back like nothing happened. Yuya doesn't say anything but just nodes following behind the man and thinks to himself.
"That bastard must have thought I was a young adult," Yuya thought looking older than you were had pros and no cons, Yuya's view clearly changing after the unjust confrontation.
Yuya's train of thoughts were caught off guard seeing the sight of people drinking, dancing, arguing and laughing. Yuya stops focusing on the people and directs his focus on where he was at, seeing the big space half filled by the people with a smooth wooden floor copper chains holding holding lit caged candles held in glass chandeliers made him hypnotized.
The strange looking man walks behind the bar's back bar with hundreds of drinks for display towering in height . In the middle of all of the drinks is a entrance with a wooden door, the man opens it reviling people sitting around laughing and joking some holding a drink, some smoking from their a pipes with some hold nothing but a smile is on all of there faces until they all lay their eyes on Yuya.
A old man with slick back grey hair sitting behind all of them behind a wooden desk looks at Yuya with a observing look, looking him up and down.