This Isn’t My World, And It Pisses Me Off

Chapter 1

“That’s a good idea!” A young man awoke after yelling out in his sleep, startling himself into consciousness. “That was a weird dream.” He yawned out, rubbing one eye with his knuckles. He checked the time on his watch, before grumbling about having to get up.

The boy swung his legs around, his bare feet landing on a cold wooden floor. He shivered, lifting his feet up and reaching under his bed to grab a pair of slippers. The slippers were decorated with tiny little bolts of lightning.

He stood up and stretched, briefly looking around his room. It was a normal room for an adolescent guy, at least in his opinion. A computer he built himself, a desk, a chair. A dusty electric guitar propped in the corner. The occasional anime or music poster.

There was a lot of bare space on his walls, something he should fix. He shrugged it off, exiting his room and closing his door as a small sign with the word ‘Ikari’ written on it swung back and forth.

Ikari Yasashi made his way downstairs, passing by a few framed photos of his family and their achievements. Once he got to the bottom he swung around the banister and made his way into the kitchen.

There was some steamed rice waiting for him on the table, along with a grown man reading the news on a tablet. There was a picture of some wires and electricity on it, but aside from that, Ikari couldn’t make out much.

“Morning Dad.” He spoke, scraping a chair out and digging into the rice.

His father, a man with short cut hair, gave a small grunt of acknowledgement, completely engrossed in whatever it was he was reading. Ikari didn’t mind, pulling out his phone and glancing over it with his ruby red eyes.

He decided to check what new seasonal anime was coming out, wanting to know if there was anything interesting.

“Isekai, isekai, isekai, harem, isekai.” He sighed, wondering how the industry had become saturated with such predictable genres.

He decided to pocket his phone and finish up his rice. He grabbed a piece of fish and made his way back up to his room where he got changed into his clothes for the day.

If he were some kind of NEET or Otaku he would probably wear a tracksuit simply because it was the thing that took the least effort to wear. Luckily, he wasn’t one of them.

He pulled on some jeans and a random t-shirt that had a small dragon design on it. He threw on a simple black hoodie and decided to head out.

However, before completely leaving his room he grabbed a bracelet from his bedside table and slipped into his right wrist. It had a simple design, but Ikari was very fond of it. A series of small metal balls linked together, and in the middle, was a small metal crown.

With his favourite piece of clothing now with him, he made his way out of his room, picking up a bag and swinging it over his shoulder as he did so. He got to his door and slipped on the shoes that were waiting.

Just as he opened his door, he heard his father call out. “Did you take your medication?”

Ikari flinched, before reaching to a small table by his door and grabbing a tiny white plastic bottle. He gave it a shake. It sounded like there were only two left.

“I’ll get some more now.” He responded, after taking the two tablets within it and swallowing them dry.

“Alright. Love you.” His father acknowledged.

“Love you too, Dad.” Ikari said before exiting his home.

Ikari waited at a stoplight to cross an empty road. Normally he would have just walked across without a problem, but there was a young schoolgirl standing next to him and he felt like he should make a good impression by following the rules of the road.

The green man finally showed up, and the young girl immediately started marching across, giving Ikari a small smirk of amusement.

The smirk died as a white moving truck turned around the corner at a speed much to great to be able to stop in time.

Ikari witnessed the approaching vehicle, realising it would without a doubt collide with the young girl in front of him. Without a moments hesitation, he jumped forward, pushing the young girl out of the way and falling in front of deadly truck, happy that he saved someone before his life ended.

Yeah, right.

Ikari reached forward and grabbed the back of the young girls bag, dragging her back to the pavement as the truck whizzed by, causing a gust of wind to ruffle the duos clothes.

The young girl’s eyes were wide with fright, and she looked a little pale. “You ok?” He asked.

The girl looked up to Ikari, small tears in the corner of her eyes. Ikari frowned lightly, before swinging his bag around and reaching in to take out a chocolate bar that he had been saving.

“Here. Eat this. It’ll help you feel better.” He pushed the treat into the young girls hands, before standing and checking both ways.

“Always make sure to check both ways before crossing.” He told her, before extending a hand for her to take.

A tiny hand wrapped around Ikari’s and the two began very carefully walking across the road. The sound of a tire squealing reached the older boy’s ears, and he immediately picked up the pace.

His feet had barely reached the other side of the pavement, when a gust of wind rushed by.

Turning, he saw a white truck driving off into the distance. He scowled at it, making a note of the licence plate. The girl seemed to have not noticed the second one, and appeared to have calmed down.

“Will you be able to get to school ok?” He asked. She nodded confidentially, holding the chocolate bar tight.

She walked away from Ikari, waving behind and giving a very cute “bye-bye!”. Ikari smiled, before turning and thinking that he had better get to his own school. Or, college rather.

He walked by a small convenience store, before stopping and taking a few steps back. He decided he would replace the chocolate bar, and maybe buy himself a can of cold coffee.

A few moments later, he placed both items in his bag and continued to walk. He got to another crosswalk and made sure to double and triple check both ends of the street before crossing over.

Almost immediately he heard the sound of something approaching rapidly. He jumped backwards and landed right next to the traffic light. A white truck squealed by, breaking the red light and the traffic light itself.

The wing mirror smashed off it, causing it to creak ominously. Instead of waiting for it to fall, like he had seen happen in so many other situations like this, Ikari ran forward. He pushed against the pole, steadying it and keeping it from falling.

There were a few other people on the street, all of them watching in shock. “GIVE ME A HAND HERE!” Ikari exclaimed, startling them out of their stupor and causing them to run over and aid him.

There were several pairs of hands on the pole now, steadying it. One older man unbuckled his belt and tied it around the pole to the nearby railing.

Once it was completely still, everyone took a step back with their hands ready to grab it again. The pole stood as it was. They cheered.

Immediately someone called the Public Maintenance Electrician to get it completely fixed. Ikari looked at the wing mirror that had broken off the truck.

He picked it up and turned it over. He turned it to the mirror side and had to blink for a second, as he thought he saw someone else staring out of the mirror.

He rubbed his eyes once and found himself staring back at him. Ruby eyes, light brown hair, and a somewhat square jaw. And a scowl on his forehead that was unfortunately common.

“Something’s up.” He set the mirror down and got into a sprinters position at the edge of the road. Those that had helped him hold up the traffic light looked at him in curiosity.

The light that wasn’t broken glowed green, and Ikari took off at a dead sprint. From the viewpoint of the spectators on the side of the street, a young boy ran across the road, and a truck immediately drove through the red light.

Before they could gasp and worry about the fate of the young man, the truck was gone, and on the other side of the road was Ikari, panting heavily.

He was certain what was going on now. He knew the tropes, he knew the clichés, and he knew he didn’t want any part of it.

Ikari stamped a foot to the ground, jabbed a finger to the sky as he exclaimed.

“I’M NOT GETTING FUCKING ISEKAI’D!!!”

Then, a bolt of lightning descended from the heavens, striking him and killing him instantly.