FAIRY TAIL: THE SINS OF A MAN - CHAPTER 2 (Patreon)
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A year went by in the blink of an eye.
And things had changed quite a bit.
Listening to my caregivers talk all day long had done wonders to my ability to comprehend the language, and I was now confident I could understand around 85% to 95% of anyone’s conversation, that was is they didn’t go all fancy and shit with overly complicated words no one needed in a conversation.
Anyway,
By this time I was already able to… walk, yeah let’s say walk.
I mean, I had the coordination of a blind mule, but I was getting better.
Though I had to admit, those first few steps were glorious, I had never felt such happiness for such a simple thing like being able to move. I was finally free… within the perimeter set by my fully grown overlords.
“Isn’t he cute honey?” My mother said I had yet to learn her name, because my new parents were in the commonly known honeymoon stage, meaning all I heard when they talked to each other was, honey, booboo, babe, and stallion, that… that last one I am trying to forget.
It haunts me.
“Of course he is, look at his mother,” Ugh, flirting again, it’s like they want to make me a big brother or something.
“I am a bit worried though, he barely cries,” Woman, that is a blessing, like your tits in my face during the first month, after that it became routine.
“He’s a man through and through!” I can’t believe I am saying this, but the man who happens to be my father is right!
“I suppose, the doctor did say he was completely normal, but his eyes still worry me,” Rewind a bit dear mother, my eyes what?
“Honey, we live in a world where people shoot ice out their dick, his eyes, while different, are nothing out of the ordinary,” Ice out of their… ouch, anyways, back to the matter at hands, what is wrong with my eyes.
“I suppose you’re right,”
No time to see them, I need to find a reflective surface that hasn’t been baby-proofed, onward baby body, onward!
[10 MINUTES LATER]
I had finally done it, I had found a mirror they hadn’t hidden in this big ass house, now time to see my e… the moment I laid my eyes on the mirror, I was shocked with what I saw.
My pupils seemed to be a wide, neon array of pastel tones that faded into one another as they circled my irises, vividly reminding me of Doma from Demon Slayer.
What. In. Tarnation!
I… no wonder they were worried, this shit looks like I’m about to poop jolly rangers.
Ok, ok, rainbow-colored eyes are not that big of a deal.
I can deal with that.
“There you are!” Oh no! I have been compromised!
“He has a mirror!”
“Dang it!”
No, don’t take my one visual stimulant! God damn it.
“You can’t play with that, it can cut you, auchy auchy,” Woman stop patronizing me.
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By year two, I was now fully able to talk, my first word, steak.
Fuck mom and dad and other first words, I wanted to dig my teeth onto some meat, like, a good tit is good and all, but god damn it, it gets old faster than a chicken on a rodeo.
I wanted meat, I wanted to eat like a real man!
Another thing I had discovered was, my parents were seemingly loaded, like not rich, but close to it.
I mean, by year two mom had hired two maids to assist her with the house.
Also, I had learned my parents’ names, I just called them mom and dad to avoid the unnecessary drama.
My father was Dome Amana.
My mother was Vayne Amana.
And I was, Gale Amana, funny enough I had been given the same name I had in my past life, which made things easier for me, like reacting when someone called.
On another note, I had yet to discover how to get points for my store, meaning the gift I had been giving was so far quite useless.
“Want some milk?” Mother asked.
“No,” I replied with a smile, I would never drink milk again, NOT AGAIN SATAN!
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Five years old.
Life is boring, as a prior adult man that used to pay for everything and have the freedom to do as he wished, being a kid to two overprotective parents was a nightmare.
On another note, I had also discovered a few interesting things. A few days ago, my parents hired two private tutors to homeschool me.
With those tutors, I learned a few interesting things.
One, the country we resided in was named Fiore, in the town of Duncaster.
A name I had heard in Fairy Tail the anime.
Perhaps I lived there, who knows?
I had yet to see a single person actually using magic, so perhaps it was simply a coincidence.
“Master Gale, your tutor is here,” Well time to learn shit I will probably never use, like the quadratic formula.
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I had my first fight so to speak with my new parental figures, though I wouldn’t really call it a fight.
It was during my seven birthday, where once again they practically bathed me in gifts and shallow things.
When all I wanted was a bit of freedom.
I had more than once humored the thought of running away for an afternoon and seeing the world outside like I had done in my past life, but as the years passed, that idea became more and more impossible, as the servants working for the house grew.
Escaping even for a brief moment had become a current impossibility.
So, I did the next best thing and asked them to give me some freedom, to explore and see the darn world outside these marble doors.
They said no.
They didn’t even think about it.
And as a previous grown-ass man, this made me feel rather powerless.
I just didn’t understand why were they so protective of me, I wasn’t asking for full freedom or something, I just wanted to see the outside world, was I perhaps sick? I never felt bad though, or particularly weak, so it couldn’t be that.
Perhaps it was simply matters of social standard my plebeian ass didn’t understand, darn it.
“You are my heir, Gale,” Father said, as I sighed, “People out there, they will try to hurt us, you are still not ready…”
God darn it… I hate being a rich kid.
I guess all I can do is try next year, all parents eventually give in.
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It took me two years to convince my parents to allow me outside privileges.
Not exactly a big accomplishment but fuck I had finally done it.
I now could walk outside around the town, granted with a guard.
After a two-hour seminar about not trusting people, because they want us for our money, and to not trust mages because some can brainwash you.
Talking about mages, perhaps I really was in the world of Fairy Tail, I mean, I had yet to see magic of any kind, but everyone talked about mages like they were real, so perhaps they were.
Though I was taking it with a grain of salt, after all, adults tend to bullshit children to ensure they behave.
Perhaps in this world, mages are the boogieman of choice.
“RUNN!!!”
Say wha—----------
When I opened my eyes again, everything was in flames, as fucking Godzilla himself tore the town down.
Wait… I knew this, Deliora?!
OF ALL THE DAMN FUCKING TOWNS, I HAD TO BE REBORN IN ONE DESTINED TO BE FUCKED BY A FORTY FEET TALL DEMON?!
Focus, what to do… my parents, I need to find them… but then what?
Wait, where was my guard?
I was walking with him and then, “Rother!” I called and got nothing in return, but as I turned to look around, I found my guard, half of him.
His eyes were open but they lacked something, something I didn’t know exactly, but I knew it was essential, his hands were extending towards me, blood coming out of his mouth.
I didn’t dare to look more beyond that.
I knew if I looked beyond his head, I would lose my breakfast.
“I’m sorry Rother,” I muttered, running towards the house.
Perhaps those who I know called parents, even though they held no real emotional value in my life were dead, perhaps I was simply risking myself for nothing.
But regardless of what I truly felt for them.
I was in debt with them.
They had taken care of me.
And checking on them was the least I could do.
So, I ran.
I ran and ran until I reached the manor.
But instead of the ostentatious mansion, I was by now used to seeing, I found nothing.
The house had been decimated by what I assumed was one of Deliora’s attacks, leaving nothing but a plain terrain where it used to be the house.
I looked at where it used to be the house, then at Deliora who was probably having the time of its life wrecking the place, and once again ran, bottling any emotion I had right now.
I couldn’t do anything, not a darn thing.
Everyone I knew was probably dead.
So I had to run, I had to survive, I would deal with my emotions later, right now, I had to escape this hell.