Chapter 226 - My CO Stash #26 - See You In The Dark by JGSZX (TheDisastrousLifeofSaikiK.XWorm)

-The first and surprisingly fun CO fic of The Disastrous Life of Saiki & Worm~ Author managed to capture Saiki's character extremely well and he even goes the extra lengths by actually ill.u.s.trating some of the events of the story, obviously I can't post images here so I suggest rereading it in the original site! (＃￣ω￣)

Sypnosis: Saiki Kusuo's efforts to live an ordinary life are constantly being thrown into disarray, and this is the worst incident yet. Not only have his malfunctioning psychic powers thrown him into another dimension, they've changed the genre entirely. What's it going to take to get back to his usual comedy show?

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Chapter 1 - A TroublePSIme Development

Notes:

My knowledge of Worm relies mostly on the wiki, the fanfiction I've read here on SB, and what my friends who have read Worm have told me. I'd like to get the broad strokes right, but I'm not overly concerned about getting the smaller details correct. Sorry if that bothers you. Feel free to offer up corrections but be aware that I'm playing fast and loose with canon.

I'm open to criticism about how to make the story better, but not about how to change the nature of the story. That is to say, there are topics / themes I am interested in exploring, and will steer the story in that direction. I won't stop writing what I'm interested in so please don't suggest otherwise, but if you have suggestions on how to make the execution of the story or exploration of themes more interesting, I'm all ears.

Tl;dr: OK: "I think XXX event has distracted from the main storyline." "Having XXX happen is detracting from YYY theme that has showed up before. I think if you wanted to write a tighter story, you should change XXX like so." Will be ignored: "I'm not interested in the direction of the story, you should change it." If you enjoy the story, please leave a comment letting me know what you liked. Having engaged readers is a big motivation for me to keep writing.

Thanks for your interest and hope you enjoy.

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Psychic power. For instance… hearing other people's thoughts, or seeing what's on the other side of a wall, or even manipulating objects through power of will alone. A power to do what normal people can't. That's what I have.

My name is Saiki Kusuo, and I am an esper.

Q: Are you a chuunibyou?

A: No.

I've lived with this power my whole life. Some of you might be thinking, "How lucky! With that kind of power, you could do anything you want!" Right? Wrong! Do you know how annoying it is to always be hearing people's thoughts, or constantly seeing through skin and muscle until everyone simply looks like walking sacks of bones? Not to mention each power comes with its own downsides too. Read the manga if you want to learn more. In any case, having psychic power has done nothing but inconvenience me since the moment of my birth, and is barely any help in my pursuit of my dream to live a completely ordinary life.

That said, thanks to my psychic powers, nothing bad has ever really happened to me, so I don't really have anything to complain about.

Well, there is one thing.

"Saiki. How did your part of the project go last night?"

As I haven't brainwashed the people of this world into ignoring me speaking directly to their minds with telepathy, I can only respond through physical gesture or by speaking with my actual voice. I don't particularly care to do the latter, so I simply nod in greeting.

Here, Hebert. Take this packet of papers with all my work so you can look over it and calm down your paranoia about me ruining your grades, and so I don't have to speak.

As you may have guessed, the one speaking to me is named Hebert. Taylor Hebert, to be exact. Since this is a story and not a manga or anime, I'll describe her for you. She's tall for her age, thin, and has long, curly black hair. As for her facial features… She probably has a wide mouth, but I wouldn't know, since my X-ray vision is always on and looking at anyone for longer than a second means I start seeing through their skin down to their muscle and bone. Thanks to that I've never bothered to memorize people's faces very closely. I can identify them by their thoughts anyways.

So why are you complaining about Hebert? you might be asking. Is she a bad school partner? Does she smell bad? Does she have a romantic inclination for you that you can't maneuver your way out of no matter how hard you try, like a certain blue-haired perfect pretty girl loved by God?

None of the above. There's nothing wrong with Hebert herself. She's capable, diligent, and introverted, which suits a shy and withdrawn student like me. No, the problem is the trouble that she comes with.

Here they come, right on cue. Hess has walked by and bumped Hebert just a little too hard, almost jostling the papers out of her hands. None of that, now. I'll help Hebert keep ahold of them with a little telekinesis. I worked hard on those papers, you know. No knocking them down.

"Oops, sorry, we didn't see you there, Taylor," says Barnes sweetly. "I guess we just didn't notice you, what with how plain and ugly your clothes are…"

And there they go, starting up with one insult after another. They're not even very good insults. Well, carry on a bullying campaign for a year and a half and you'll eventually run out of material, I suppose. It's still quite annoying to hear themselves congratulating themselves for a job well done with each insult, though. Like this, with Barnes…

That's not something you should be proud of, you know. The level of self-congratulation sure is amazing. Actually, what's more amazing is how shamelessly they bully Hebert right in front of others. I'm right here, you know? Not that I want them to notice me, but it's the principle of the matter.

I shift in my seat slightly, which successfully draws their attention away from Taylor for a moment.

"Oh, sorry, Saiki," Barnes says. "Were we interrupting a moment between you two?" Yes, our homework consultation time. "Nah, who am I kidding? No one would ever get together with flat-chest over here." What's the big deal about the size of someone's chest? One mass of fat and muscle is basically the same as another; if there's a little more or less, who cares. "You're still working with her on this project? You can do way better than her."

Is that so? Certainly I could find a partner with better grades if I wanted, but I don't want good grades. I want ones that are completely ordinarily average. Standing out is the opposite of what I want to do… although, being partnered with Hebert, I've already failed step one. What a pain.

"Yeah," says Clements. "Haven't you heard how bad her grades are? She never turns in anything on time…" That's because you steal her things. "And she cheats…" That's because you frame her after you copy her work. "And when she does turn in original work, the quality is so bad, she might as well drop out and join the Merchants!" That's because she has to redo her work after you destroy it. Who has the time to redo everything perfectly a second time.

The bullies all seem to think this is very clever though, laughing at Hebert. It's actually quite incredible that anyone could be this cliche.

Hebert has lowered her head. … It's only natural to be worn down after months of this treatment, I suppose.

It doesn't really make a difference if they do it here or in another classroom, Hebert. I can still hear it with my telepathy. This bullying case is even worse than Akechi's. At least Akechi had acquaintances who would help him in the aftermath. But no one steps up to help Hebert.

"Hey, it's rude to ignore people when they're talking to you," says Barnes.

Ah, that's right, they're waiting for a response from me. Why did you have to drag me into this.

"Well?" says Barnes, putting a hand on her hip. "What do you think?"

Now that it's come to this, I have no choice but to respond.

What should I do? Talk to her? I'd rather not make my first spoken words in this story to someone like her.

Ignore her?

That's just trouble. How annoying.

With those two options off the table, you've left me no choice but to show you the power of an esper, Barnes. You brought this on yourself.

"Hey, she's talking to you," Hess says menacingly, stepping up to me and grabbing me by the collar of my shirt. "Or do you want to end up on the shit list like Hebert, here?"

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I see. So you want to pick a fight with me?

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Then you better be prepared for the consequences.

Hess flinches for a second, before gripping my shirt harder. "What's with that look?" she says lowly.

"Don't bother with him," Clements says disdainfully. "I mean, if he doesn't want to talk, he's pretty much declared where he stands, right?" She smiles. Next to her, Barnes holds the papers I worked so hard on last night. She makes direct eye contact with me as she rips it into shreds. I have the feeling I'm supposed to be hurt by this action somehow, but this level of harassment is so petty it's just sad.

She follows my gaze to the doorway behind her.

There stands Mr. Prescott, looking at the shredded paper on the desk.

That's right. Behold the revenge of an esper.

"Miss Barnes," says Mr. Prescott, "Care to explain?"

"Oh, Mr. Prescott!" Barnes says sweetly. "We were just messing around between friends. Sorry, it looks a little compromising, huh?"

Mr. Prescott's gaze travels to where Hess is still holding my shirt. Hess lets go quickly and straightens up.

"Yes," Mr. Prescott says slowly. "Well. There's nothing wrong with having fun with your friends. But be sure not to disrupt class. Everyone be seated, then. The bell is about to ring."

"Sure thing, Mr. Prescott," Clements says, and the bullies disperse away from my desk.

Mr. Prescott, you sure do love that PRT funding, huh. What is with this school. So irresponsible.

Barnes thinks.

That would be my doing. Using my telepathy, I nudged Mr. Prescott into deciding to walk over a few minutes earlier than usual. Of course, now he's thinking about how he's strictly not entering the classroom until after the bell has rung because he wants to avoid seeing trouble like that again, so it seems it was a one-time use trick, but it's enough to make everyone back off for now.

There goes Hess speculating about me again. A pause.

She feels a moment of shame. That's right. You should feel bad.

Wow. What a character.

Hess, for someone who likes to call herself a predator, you've sure got bad instincts.

"I'm sorry, Saiki," Hebert says to me as Mr. Prescott sets up the projector. "It's my fault your work got ruined."

Your resentment is saying something totally different. I don't hold it against her, though, since anyone would gather up resentment after being bullied for so long. It's only natural to lash out against someone you can actually have an impact on instead of the people whose fault it actually is. At least she's only doing it in her mind.

… It's a tough life. I'm surprised at how reasonable Hebert is being even in the confines of her own mind, though. It's okay to sling mud at me a little longer. I can take it. I've heard thoughts like that my whole life. Although, thanks for not blaming me for too long, I suppose. It would have been annoying to work with you while constantly hearing how upset you are with me.

Hahhh, seriously, what a pain. I haven't even responded yet, you know?

I shrug at Hebert, and then I reach into my bag for a spare sheaf of papers. With a bit of thoughtography, I copy the research I did last night onto the papers and pull them out.

Hebert's eyes widen when I put it in front of her. "You brought a second copy." The amount of relief she feels is a bit depressing. The suspicion that immediately follows, even more so. "Why?"

I slide my eyes to look at Barnes across the room, curl my lips into a slight sneer, and then turn my eyes back to the front, going back to my usual blank expression.

Sure, let's go with that.

Sorry, Hebert. I'm not really a nice person. I don't take action unless it directly affects me. You've gotten quite the selfish partner.

Don't say that with such a pitying tone. I don't want any friends here.

Hebert lowers her head at her desk.

She noticed too, huh. Well, hopefully she'll write it off as easily as they did. Just my luck. Of course she didn't.

Hebert, your life is seriously depressing. I haven't done anything for you. It's just a copy of my work, stop reading so much into it.

Seriously, it wasn't for you. They were just getting me involved. It annoys me when someone thinks they can get the better of me.

"…Thanks."

I said it wasn't for you.

Whatever. I give her a curt nod and then go back to ignoring her. This is an important class to pay attention to, after all.

"Good morning, class. Welcome back to Parahuman Studies. As a reminder, your research project is due next Friday…"

Hebert, I'm trying to concentrate here.

Please don't. I'm a sensitive soul. If too many people try to engage me in social interaction in one day I'll wither away and die.

Oh boy.

This is the other troublesome thing with Hebert.

What? you might be saying. Isn't it cool that she has powers? Look, you can be friends, and you're not alone anymore.

First of all, I'm not interested in being anyone's friend. There's nothing wrong with being alone. But no, the real problem is that she's not like me at all.

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There's some kind of entity attached to her brain, and it's the thing that gives her powers. On top of that, she controls bugs.

It's not that I'm afraid of bugs. They're not particularly disgusting either. Not much more than seeing people's muscular structure every day, anyways. What really bothers me about them is that they're so small I can't read their minds or predict them. Birds, mammals, even fish? Sure. Bugs, though? Nothing. It's way too creepy. I don't even want my psychokinesis to touch them.

I nearly refused to be her partner when I realized what she could do, but it turns out that by listening to this "Queen Administrator," I can predict what nearby bugs are going to do and when. So it's better to be next to her than not… even though it comes with the downside of knowing where every single bug in a two block radius is.

And there are so. Many. Bugs. Just my luck. I'll never be able to relax again.

I'm getting sidetracked. The point is: I'm different from her. I'm different from every parahuman on this Earth, in fact. Of all the superpowered people on this planet, there is still not a single one like me.

I'm sure that you, as a savvy reader, have noticed my phrasing by now. This Earth? you may be asking. Yes. This Earth, as one among many. This dimension is a different dimension from my own.

That's the biggest thing to complain about, really. I've accidentally hopped dimensions, and I don't have a clue how to get back home.

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How did I get here? you might ask. Well, it's a simple answer, really. For all of you manga readers, you may recall that in chapter 206 my limiter device malfunctioned and resulted in me acquiring a wide variety of inconvenient and useless powers. One of those powers? Dimension hopping.

But that's not useless at all! you might be crying. Imagine the possibilities! The riches you could acquire! The fame you could accrue! The technological development you could facilitate!

With my powers I could make money in hundreds of different ways, easily. I don't need dimension hopping for that. And why would I get myself money anyways, when I can just acquire what I want directly with my powers?

That's why I don't bother with riches, and fame is just annoying because of all the attention. And I wouldn't want to help facilitate technological development. That would require me to reveal my abilities in some capacity, and you should have realized by now that I would much prefer my privacy.

In any case, I accidentally dimension hopped here. I managed to use one of the other "useless powers" to fix my limiter device so my psychic powers worked properly again, but now I can't figure out how to get home. I don't know how to break my limiter in the right way to get the dimension hopping power back, and I don't want to risk it either, since my powers without the limiter device are uncontrollably strong and I might end up irrevocably changing this world if I'm not careful.

Oh well. Kuusuke will probably find where I've ended up, eventually. The best thing to do is stay in one place until then.

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After a long and harrowing day at school of blending into the background, I've finally arrived home.

"Home." In reality, it's just an abandoned house that I fixed up with my psychic powers. No one knows I'm here. Well, that's fine with me, though.

Finishing all my homework is easy, so I take care of that first. Then I read some books. Then it's dinnertime. Dinner is a simple matter of taking some plants I gathered and deer meat I hunted from a forest on the other continent the other day, and stored in my "refrigerator" of ice I made from my cryokinesis. Then I just have to cook everything with pyrokinesis in an iron pot I bought with some money I got from cheating the lottery with my clairvoyance and X-ray powers.

It's quiet without my noisy and troublesome family around… Well, I'm always complaining about them, so I don't have the right to complain about them not being here.

There's really not much to do. Maybe I should get myself a computer so I can go look around that PHO forum that people are always thinking about.

Speaking of Hebert, didn't she say she was going to debut tonight? I guess I'll check in on her. It would be annoying if my project partner got herself killed on her first night out, after all. Let's see…

Crossing my eyes, I activate my clairvoyance. Where is she… Aha, there.

"--shoot the kids."

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Wait wait wait. Lung? As in the leader of that one gang, the parahuman who no one wants to take on?

Good grief. Hebert, you sure have a talent for getting into trouble. I'm trying to keep this story strictly comedy, or failing that, at least something that's not too dark. You just had to go and change the genre back after all my hard work, didn't you. What am I supposed to do here?

So much for a quiet, peaceful night.

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Thank you for reading. Hopefully we should be derailing from stations of canon soon.