Toji Fushiguro Resurrected Novels & Stories

I asked, not wanting to be part of an awkward silence and not sure how to fill it any other way. If any of the men minded my question, they didn’t show it. Instead, they speculated. Kioshi had done some research before he’d created the first prototype, the one that had led to my resurrection. But even he didn’t know exactly how many people with the same disease were frozen. Half an hour slipped by, the conversation easy, the three men talking of their trade and the good they could do. It was only as Tomichii got up, our drinks finished, that I remembered I was there for another reason. I was there to please Tomichii as his companion.

I hated lying to her, but we all had a part to play in this farce. “How?” “I don’t know yet. But I promise I will do everything I can to find out.” She wobbled on her feet and I wrapped my arm around her waist right before she fell. “How could they all be gone?” “Because they were weak.” A voice snapped our heads up, and I nearly shifted, even knowing that everyone was still alive. But Toya didn’t know, and cinnamon colored fur spurted from her skin as her eyes shifted to a dark black. I couldn’t even see their color. They were so dark from her anger.

I touched my face, and my eyes landed on the calendar. 2016? “Mum... are we not in 2026?” “2026? Are you crazy?” “You have an interview this morning, remember? I've made breakfast. Get dressed and come downstairs quickly, okay?” “Hmmm.” I flashed her a smile as I slumped onto the bed. I thought I died... What happened? My mind flashed back to that moon. Could it be the light? I remembered making a wish. Could it be that the heavens heard me? So I'm not dead. Is this a second chance... To rewrite my mistakes?