'I told you That I wouldn't die, yet here I am.' {BxB || PAFP }

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'We made a promise you and I'
'Not to die before we give each other permission....'
'I kept my part until now sadly, I hope that you aren't mad at me.'
'.....in all honesty, It wasn't my fault that I passed on without your permission, if only i didn't go outside that day....I would still be here to comfort you when you need it.'

Your character and mine, they had been friends ever since they have been small children. They had instantly clicked, with only small playful arguments about small things that didn't matter one time, though as they got older, Izumo, your best friend, he had began to have bodily failures, at first it didn't seem that bad, then eventually it became worse as every day passed, he began to get teased by others as well about his frequent trips to the hospital. It pushed his mind into wanting to disappear, but of course you wouldn't want your best friend to disappear, so you both made a promise to each other. To not die without the others permission. It seemed like one of the most tightly bound promises between the two. Izumo kept to it the best that he could, but when your character moved away it became difficult for the two to talk and visit. But when Izumo finally had the chance to go and see your character, things didn't go so well... The vehicle he was within was hit by a larger vehicle. with his already frail body it was a miracle that he was able to remain alive, though it was only for a couple of days.

At the time there was another teen who had been in the same place at that moment, who survived fully, though he was wanting to just disappear, so when Izumo's spirit came across his body at the moment, he sort of gained the split personality that Izumo eventually took over, with a new, healthier body and another personality. Izumo Had gone out in search for you character, but when the two finally meet, you character obviously, doesn't recognize Izumo... So how will their relationship go from there? Will They have to start everything over, or will your character finally figure out that he is your childhood friend?

Just jump in as a small introductory to your character and we can get started. c:

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Thank you .3.
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That is so friggen adorable you don't even know. It's perfect x3
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I was thinking about that it would start around a month or so after the accident. That way Izumi would be able to adjust to his shared host.
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Of course, Im just going to switch up the photos at the top, since I found a much more fitting appearance for Izumi slash whoever I decide to name the other dude.
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How long has it been since of his death? A month or so? That seemed about correct, what was he doing again at that time, well he was visiting an old friend, though that went wrong as the bus that he was within was hit straight in the side by another large truck. It was unfortunate that he was the only causality, though when he awoke in someone else body...you'd be pretty freaked out. It took a little bit to get used to for Izumi, though he had found out that the boy was named Izuna, which was like his own name. That the family that Izuna had lived with were not the greatest people to be around, ones who constantly treated their child like pathetic trash. Izumi had taken it into his own hands and eventually got a smaller place just for them, though eventually Izuna....disappeared, every once and a while though he would suddenly pop up...but other then that it was just Izumi. They became a completely new person together.
Though today, he began to go back to school, they had moved to another city while leaving their host's family, he didn't even know where to begin with this large place. Though it was a fresh start, nice perhaps almost to the point of being pleasant.
He awoke just now, staring at the ceiling as his heart, which was healthy, which meant it wasn't going to fail at any given time. It was pounding however as remnants of his dream flashed across his memory. His arms pushed his body upwards to sit upright in his bed before he decided to prepare for his first day at school. To avoid any suspicion he had to use the name Izuna Yakari when applying there.

After an hour had flew by he stepped out of the small apartment like building that he had rented out, his black eyes scanning the outdoor hallway before locking the door and heading off, He didn't know if the school even had a uniform, so he wore some appropriate clothes, which actually really consisted of a darker sweater with a white shirt beneath along with some navy jeans. though he had to make a new bracelet much like the one he wore before his...you know previous self died. But that is another story.

((Sorry it was long, It was just to get me started up))
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With curious filled eyes he had eventually arrived at the building, the large words that proudly (And While most students hate the word) Stated that it was the places highschool for this area of the city. Izuna (Izumo) Took in a deep breath, watching as the other students filtered towards the double doors that kept many students captive for the majority of the year. Deciding that he had spent enough pointless time standing there idly and looking all idiotic, he took his initial steps towards the school and probably into another part of his life. Izumo wondered what the other students would feel towards his spontaneous personality changes at the times, or his habit of drifting off which had devolved with his times spent at the hospitals. Or maybe even the habit of always having one of his childhood candies with him at all times. Speaking of which he dug into the side pocket of the backpack he had upon his back and pulled out one of the multiple caramel covered suckers, which were sour apple flavoured. It was something that his mother had introduced to him when they had traveled to meet their family.

By now his other free hand had opened the school doors and allowed himself into the building where he saw many different students and the like, with his onyx eyes he went up onto his tippy toes to hopefully see where the heck he was supposed to be going and eventually noticed the sign that held the word 'Office' written in bold lettering, so that is the direction that he had walked towards.
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Opening the door to the office he stepped in silently, seeing an older lady there sitting at the desk typing away at who knows what with this darker looking scowl adorned her olden wrinkled features. Only a shade of disgust was passed through Izumo's brain as he awkwardly cleared his throat, thus gaining her attention. Her sullen eyes glanced over before noting how he was the new student. Her darker demeanor changed to a happier tone as she turned and got up from the chair.
"And what is your name my dear?" She spoke in a light toned voice, which gave Izumo the chills as he shifted ever so slightly.
"Izum- I mean Izuna. Izuna Yakari." He stated, almost blowing his cover instantly. Though the secretary overlooked that little stutter. She did however point at the sucker stick with a narrow to her gaze, "I hope you throw that out while you are in here. The garbage can is over in the corner." While crossing her arms she turned partially looking in the general direction towards the student offices before calling out, " Mammon! Izuna Is here you can leave your business for now."
Mammon? Izumo froze, a stone settling in his stomach as his mind registered the name, There has been only one person he had ever met with that name. He turned to go dispose of the sucker that the secretary had totally despised while his mind continued to fester any thoughts about who this person was going to be,.
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Hearing the voice and footsteps he allowed the sucker to drop into the garbage can with a thunk before he had turned around, When the other introduced himself he sword he could of heard his heartbeat in his ears as he turned around slightly jitterish to see the others familiar features. Izumo found it difficult to now suddenly grasp the other in a hug as he remembered that of course 'Izumo' Is dead.
He fully turned towards the other, his onyx eyes glancing to the side before focusing onto Mammon, "You probably know who I am....but I might as well introduce myself." Without honeslty noticing his way of speak somewhat changed to that of how he had introduced himself all those years back, "I'm Izuna Yahara....I mean Yakari, Though....It doesn't matter what you decide to call me."
He stopped for a moment recalling those words, crap he even used his old last name, this....wasn't good. It didn't seem like his friend would be easily noticing that you know...Things are the way that they appear. Better get back to the topic at hand.
his eyes blinked once again as he snapped back into reality, "Ah, okay. That would be interesting would it? I'm...sure I can find my way around...on...my own." He ended up mumbling awkwardly.
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That first comment sent a short blow which would of passed as an ordinary joke, had it been around a year or so ago. He scratched the back of his neck lightly before he stepped forward to grab the schedule from the other studens hand as it was extended forward. Giving a questioning gaze to the other Izuna glanced downwards to the list of classes for the semester and blanked, Did Izuna originally take the instrumental class? He slightly panicked because he didn't know how to play an instrument, he stuck with a pencil and paper.
Yeah, I played the Piano and Violin... the original host spoke softly in the corner of his mind, easing Izumo of his nervousness which was on the brink of showing. He flashed a wanton friendly smile, "I'll let you know if anything comes up."
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Izumo had been waiting for the other to notice the time, He had always caught onto the others need to arrive to classes early, not that he minded all that much. That made his mind wander once more, He wondered how his friend was doing inside, about the whole 'Izumo is dead' thing. If only he knew the truth. His black eyes looked towards the ground as he idly trailed behind the brighter haired friend out of the main office and into the chit chattering hallways.
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