On most normal days, I would be in my manor, enjoying a cup of tea and checking my computer, but today was not a normal day. In fact, it was far from normal.
Because today was the day I got assassinated. Looks like I paid fortunes for this crappy security. What kind of 'highly-trained' guards actually let tens of people, who are obviously suspicious, get into the room of one of the most sought-after people in the world?!
The last thing I see and hear is someone in black saying something along the lines of 'Let's get that bounty now', before everything goes dark. I didn't see the knife going in, but I certainty felt it alright. And let me tell you, I swear they added some poison, because it was PAIN in definition itself.
It was that, or the other stabs they made. I couldn't tell as the line between life and death blurred at a alarming rate. I think that they had a grudge against me or something, because all the stabs they made weren't fatal; they were meant for torture.
On top of that, I doubt those cuts inflicted were meant to be fatal either, but they were deep and hurt like literal hell. Despite the pain, I felt strangely calm as they continued what was probably revenge.
The agonizing pain finally took over and I felt a rush of relief. Maybe I'll see my parents again. That doesn't sound so bad, doesn't it?
If only I could. But now I'm stuck in a void, with only suffocating darkness and silence. It was like the bottom of the ocean, with pressure so hard, I thought it was a miracle my veins didn't burst. Being here is honestly a bore if anything else. I can't move a single muscle, and I never get hungry or thirsty or tired either.
It's been a month, probably, maybe two? The hope of ever seeing my parents and relatives has completely shattered beyond any recognition. Just as I began to lose my sanity (as if I hadn't already), a bright light that puts the Sun to shame, blinds my eyes.
I could practically hear the ethereal singing of angels as I ascended to heaven-
Or so I hoped.
But because fate hates me or just bad karma, of course I couldn't have a happy afterlife. For whatever evil or sadistic god up there, I hope you step on Legos.
And what is it I'm talking about? Well of course, it's reincarnation. But not just any reincarnation. It's one into the world of man-eating creatures, Demon Slayer, but I don't know that yet.
And to top it off, I have a weak and frail body that can't go outside much. But at least I have loving and kind parents, it's just to bad I can't return the love. Oh, and also my new name is Tsukachi Ryuu.
I don't dislike or hate my new parents, but when you're used to a life of luxury and comfort, you can't help but feel like you're living in the slums when you're transported to the Taisho Period. We're not poor by any means, but there's definitely no phones, laptops, tablets or basically most electronic devices.
"Ryuu! Akira! Dinner's ready!"
That's my mother. She's got to be the prettiest person in both my previous world and this one. And I'm seriously downplaying her beauty. Maybe I finally did something right, and I got a beautiful mother for it.
"Coming Mitsu!"
And that's my dad. I can definitely see why mom married him, and no, I'm not gay. But even a rabbit with no eyes can see that.
Well, at least I've got a nice, loving, beautiful family with me.
My dad comes into my room and helps me get to the dining room. This is also one of the reasons why I don't particularly like my new life. I don't hate my dad at all, but that's not the problem. It's because I'm so frail, I can't seem to do anything at all myself when I'm used to doing everything by myself.
The dinner is wonderful as always, but I still feel a feeling of dread, as if something terrible is going to happen. If reincarnation fanfictions have taught me anything, then that something will most definitely happen.
But for now, I just want to live the childhood I didn't get before in pure bliss and ignorance. And maybe, just maybe, I could learn to love again. But of course, nothing seems to go the way I want.
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Timeskip: 13 years old
I'm thirteen now, and I'm still as fragile as ever. I can now walk around the house and some very light exercise without any help, but anything beyond that is impossible.
My daily routine somewhat resembles my old one, but with some changes due to the time period and my new body.
I've also grown to love my parents. It's quite hard not to when they're Akira and Mitsu Tsukachi. Speaking of them, they finally found a doctor who might can cure my illness. I really hope they can.
I don't want to be a burden anymore. I want to help the parents who've helped me so much and I've grown to love. I want to be someone they can be proud of, not someone they must needlessly coddle and protect.
So I'm begging whatever gods that exist in this universe, please let this doctor cure me.
But then again, things never seem to go my way don't they?
Because guess who the lovely doctor who I've been looking forward to so very much is? Why of course, it's our lovely little friend from a certain anime...
...Muzan Kibutsuji