I am Aaron White, the 15-year-old son of an unknown Australian navy officer, posted to the infamous HMAS Ballarat. and for where it counts the beloved son of a business tycoon's daughter. My mother, Himari, and father met one fateful night on one of the many joint operations that Australia and Japan had been running together since the security agreements between the two countries were signed. On that dark, moonless night consumed by lust, my creation occurred. But as fate would have it by the time my mother found out about me it was too late to stop her downfall, she was left with no choice but to head back to her family for her own protection. Her limited freedom and budding career in the medical field were over before it could even really begin all because of me. Now all that was left of her life from before was this useless kid and the memories of a time where life was good if it wasn't because of me she would have never needed their help to begin with, she would have never returned. Not even if she was homeless and living on the streets in the dead of winter. My mother was far too kind for this family of schemers.
She was far too young to care for a useless mixed-race child alone in what remained of war-torn Japan and, to top it off, she couldn't get in touch with my deadbeat father. Not even the Australian defence forces would assist her because of the ridiculous nature of her encounter with one of their officers and the fact that my mother didn't even know the man's name. She had even tried arranging a DNA match using the ADFs service records but that was rejected out of hand.
If it weren't for my grandmother, and her endlessly kind nature, something that just shouldn't have existed in that family to begin with. But if it wasn't for that nature I might have died before even entering this cruel world. However, living in the family compound had its downsides as well, and sometimes I felt maybe if I had died it would have been better for everyone, one major issue being my mother's older sister, and her perfect Japanese husband—a man of business, who had a strange fixation on my mother.
Ever since he met her. One day when she was much younger. At that time, he was picking up his little sister, a former friend of my mother's from her high school. He had been overly interested in her and by the time my mother graduated from school; they were no longer friends with her because of his unwanted advances. It got to the point where she had tried to talk to the police about him, but not even they could stop it from happening. As he had found another way to get at her and that was by marrying in to the family using that idiot older sister of hers. Even though it was clear to everyone who he was truly after.
Their wedding was the most grand in the region, but still that night he still tried his advances on my mother. At least, that is what I was told by my grandmother who had used up quite a bit of her capital just to get my mother out, only for me to happen.
From the time I could walk, I would always put myself between my uncle's unwanted attention. My mother would always thank me, but getting a beating for my troubles was getting very old. These beatings only worsened when I was five and my aunt finally became pregnant at the late age of 39, after almost ten years of trying. If only I'd turned left that night because it seemed I had witnessed something I shouldn't have.
The man in bed with my aunt was not her husband, but her father-in-law—a bald, fat man whose only positive aspect was the company he owned, a simple entity that reached deep into the political goings-on in Japan. Thinking back, this was probably why the police couldn't do anything back then, and probably why they wont do anything now. but that didn't matter as now, not only did I have to deal with the beatings from my so-called uncle, but also from my aunt, every time that fat man was coming around for a visit.
Later when her child grew up and understood his position within the family as the first son, that was when he began walking around with a score to settle with anyone he didn’t like, and I just happened to be a target rich environment for that snot-nosed little kid.
It was on one dark, moonless wind chilled night. I was heading back home from school after a long meeting at the history club, which was more like a reading club. Every night, I read novels in the school library, calling it studying; I usually chose fantasy hero stories—specifically, those about people summoned to another world to kill monsters—and these stories made me happy, fueling nightly dreams of being sent to another world myself.
As I climbed the mountain path back to my family compound, I felt a chill run down my spine, as if something was going to go horribly wrong that night. I rushed up the path as fast as I could until I reached the compound entrance. I had a bad feeling my mother was in danger again. But no, it was actually me that was in danger today as my beloved cousin and his bitch of a mother stood there, just waiting like they had done many times before. Normally, it would be simple. I would just take a few lumps and then be allowed to enter. But by the looks on their faces, I was really in for it tonight and I was in no mood for this tonight. All I wanted was to finish these last few years of school and move out of this hell hole of a place with my mother. The plan was to join up and use the enlistment bonus to get my mother out before it's too late for us both.
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It was going to be a long night. As our home was not part of the main compound but an annex to it and on the complete opposite side of this stupid mountain, and with my little fat cousin waiting at the gate, my uncle won't be far behind him so today i will be in for a dabble beating.
“Stop right there, you little bastard.” My aunt shouted as I continued towards my inevitable beatings for the night, letting out a sigh.
“Let's just get this over with already, I don't have time for your childish games.” I said in a non-interested tone. As I reached the last plateau before the short climb to the main gate.
“Kai, go beat some sense into that bastard. Teach him his place in the world.”
If it weren't for my aunt and her guards always by his side, I would have taken care of my little cousin long ago, having trained in some martial arts i could tear him apart if i had the chance that is, but now did not differ from any other time, as two middle-aged men dressed in all black jumped out of the shadows and grabbed my arms, forcing me down to my knees. One of them pulled hard on my long red hair, making me stare directly at the chubby fist heading for me.
“Learn your place, bastard. If you and your slut mother just left, my family wouldn't need to support a waste like you.” The kid kept shouting as if made any difference as it was his fake dad who was the one forcing us to stay by not allowing us to save any money from our monthly allotment. He continued to hit me hard.
“Maybe it would be better to just kill you and your bitch mother.” He said with a smile. His fist must've gotten sore, as the stomping had begun earlier today.
“Why don't you just die, waste? It's not like anyone would miss you.”
but just as his foot was about to fall once more on my face to send me off to sleep for the night, a sharp shout rang out.
“Kai, stop right there.”
Disgusted by the voice, the kid quickly changed his expression.
“D-Dad, when did you get back from your trip? Grandpa said you would be gone for days?”
“Who are you calling dad boy, you little shit?” my uncle said before ordering my aunt to take her son back home.
Moments later, my uncle and I were alone. My face was bloody, my teeth mostly knocked out, my jaw and nose shattered, and one of my eye sockets had turned to mush. Only once we were completely alone did my uncle walk over to me.
“You poor boy if only you weren't so unfortunate. I guess it would best if you just vanished.”
I thought he was telling me to run but no
grabbing me by my shirt collar. He hung me over the sheer drop that followed the path to the top of the mountain complex. He had a stupid grin on his face and his eyes were bloodshot like he had been crying.
“Don't worry, I'll take good care of your mother once you're all dead,” the man I once called uncle said, just before releasing his grip on my collar.
Wind rushed by as I fell faster and faster the ground grew close and the last thing I saw before the end was a bright light just before everything went black.
God's room of sorting.
A man in black, wielding a scythe, sat alone in a nearly empty room. Only that wasn't true not today as opposite him, On the other end of the table a young girl in a white cloak with gold seams held cards featuring dark images.
“Shall we up the stakes on this one? How about this? If I win, I get one of those souls.” The girl said in a soft sugar plum voice. The man tilted his head, thinking it over.
“And what is in it for me? It's not like I care about losing one soul, but I've got to get something right. I do have a quoter to fill,” the reappear looking man said.
“What would you like, then?”
“How about a kiss then?” he said as the room filled with death.
The young-looking girl cringed at the thought of doing anything with this boney man, but nodded in an affirmative, as she had a plan.
“Fine, what have you got?” the black cloaked man said in a less energetic tone, as if the wind had been knocked out of his sail.
“full house of light,” the young-looking girl said as she laid her cards on the table
“Well fuck, I guess I will get that kiss next time.” The black cloaked man raised his scythe in the air and a white ball of light shot towards him.
“So, what are you going to do with this one? Are you going to send it to fight the demon king like the last one? That one was really fun to watch, especially when he died before even getting out of the monster infested forest you put him in. Or will you just keep this one as a servant? Master would be pleased if that was the case.”
“No, I think this time I'll just throw it in that world and see what happens.”
“You mean you're not even going to put on that godly act and give him powers.”
“No, I think I've finally had enough of that. It always ends up the same. Only that one time when I was chosen by that fool to be his weapon was it any fun at all. No, this one is just going to be a normal person with no powerful abilities or even a purpose. I think it's going to be fun. I might even, yes that one, I'll do that to it,” she said, going quiet at the end.
“That sounds pretty boring, don't you think?”
“Yer, let's just have another game,” she said with an eval look before she raised a hand and knocked the orb of light into a shimmering image of a blue-haired lady with a laugh.
