2: Of Course it Was a Truck

9 Years Ago(Matt 16):

Matt could be seen sitting in his room playing something on the TV with his friends. 5 p.m. on a Friday night, first week of summer. The few friends Matt had were all called over to celebrate, and while it wasn't anything big, it was nice.

"Hey, bro, Matt! You can't be pulling out half bar Scorpion combos on the first match!"

"Just get good, man. Simple. It's not even a true combo; you just keep getting caught."

"Whatever."

Time continued to pass until it hit around 10 at night.

"Weird, my parents usually come home at 7. 8 at the latest. Where are they?"

"I don't know man, do you think something happened? Have you tried calling?"

"Yeah, they didn't answer. Maybe they decide to go some where for dinner since y'all are here?"

"Maybe?"

Slowly, the people inside the house trickled out, leaving only Matt. Sighing, he quickly cleaned up the majority of the mess before going to sleep. Thankfully, their house was relatively small, so it didn't take much time. Both sides of his family came from poverty, but Matt's family was able to raise themselves to lower middle class. They never bought a bigger house, however, since they didn't have any more kids after Matt.

The next day, Matt woke up to his phone ringing. Dazed with barely 4 hours of sleep, Matt picked up the phone unprepared.

2 Weeks Later:

After burying his parents and listlessly watching the world go by, Matt decided to contact his family's lawyer after putting off the discussion for the past few days.

"Hello? This is Johnson of Johnson's and Johnson's and Johnson's."

"Hey... Johnson, this is Matt Myers. I was told by my parents to contact you about anything regarding my parents will."

"Ah, I see. You're Myers' kid, huh? You have my condolences, traffic incident, with a truck no less. We can get you sorted out, don't worry. Let me pull up their wills real quick."

"Thankyou."

"Hmm, it says here that if you are still a minor, under 18, one of your relatives will take care of you and manage the money and estates until you are 18... Only one family seemed to have volunteered to take care of you... your father's aunt in Florida."

"Wait, are you sure? I don't want to move to Florida! My entire life is here! I've never even met them before!"

"Unless you can contact another married family member and get them to sign for guardianship, this seems to be your only option unless you want to be emancipated."

2 Years Later:

After the deaths of his parents, Matt became withdrawn and prone to depressive episodes. This was made even worse after he moved to Florida, as he was left without any form of support. In his anger and depressive state, it made his introverted tendencies even worse, leading to him never making any actual friends at the school he attended.

Even worse was meeting his aunt for the first time, as even in his depressive state, his instincts told him something was wrong. Before all of this had happened, his mom had made it a point to keep in contact with extended family, yet he had never talked to this aunt. At the time, he hadn't thought too hard about his decision. Especially since emancipation was such a difficult and time-consuming legal procedure. Now, however, he regretted it, as even when she smiled at him, he felt a sense of revulsion.

He was right to feel so.

"What do you mean all the money is gone? All! Of their money! Their retirement of 24 years, at least half a million! Where is it!"

Present Time, Orario:

Rain and thunder crashed against the horizon as Orario was drenched in heavy rainfall. Stalls and street vendors were quickly closed and packed up long ago, and the last few people remaining on the streets ran along with their arms and cloaks up to try and see through the rain and wind. Many stores closed, and many streets were flooded. People tried what they could to stay warm through the cool spring storm.

However, in the midst of a church hidden deep within the confines of Daedalus Street, a disheveled woman writhed in pain over something much harder. The few trained priestesses and wet nurses of the church ran across the building in a hurry to take care of her.

POV, Matt:

Suddenly gaining consciousness is never a fun time. Last time something like this had happened I took a full speed soccer ball straight to the side of my head. First and only concussion I had ever received, but the pain and panic upon awaking stayed with me. The pulse in your head, the swirling of vision, and the nauseousness made you feel like your head and heart were switching places repeatedly. For a moment, you can do nothing but strain your eyes closed as the pain comes in searing waves as you try to piece together where you are, what happened, and sometimes even who you are.

This time wasn't nearly as painful, I mean, getting a slap to your rear is never not gonna hurt. However, the panic and sensations were way worse.

Along with the sting and darkness, I just felt wet and scared. My last memory was of a truck hitting me, and now I felt weaker than I could even imagine. It was also sickening to feel so thoroughly moist. I felt so much... as if my senses had just rebooted, that my own body suddenly became uncomfortable as I felt my bones as they slid around within my body. Then I felt as though I was flying again. I almost thought the truck had hit me again, but this time it felt as if something seemed to lift me. As hypersensitive as I was, a chill ran through my skin from the cold air and shook me to my core. Peeling my eyes open with considerable strain, I look up and recoil at what I see, finally screaming 5 seconds after the initial slap.

'God, that scared me! Why am I surrounded by giants?'

Raising my hand up to shield my face I see a very small, baby like hand, come into my vision roughly where I wanted my own hand...

My own hand...

That's my hand.

'Of course, truck-kun...'

Quickly, after my screaming calmed down, I just let the woman holding me wipe me down with a towel and water. As they did so, I looked around as much as my baby body could at the time and laid my eyes on the woman I could only assume was my new mother.

"An elf, huh."

Obviously, my spoken words came out as nothing but screams and babbling, but I couldn't help but mutter as I stared at something straight out of fantasy in my old world. I seemed to have been reincarnated into a fantasy world, and the potion they were feeding the woman only cemented the idea. I didn't know how to feel about such happenings. Obviously, I was a little excited to be reincarnated into such a world, but...

'but... what? My family was dead, I hadn't talked to my friends in literal years, and I was simply living to live. The only thing I can question is, why did this happen? What should I do from now-'

The young nurse cleaning me seemed to have finished as she suddenly held me at arms length, looking me up and down, before nodding to herself and wrapping me in a light brown cloth. She held onto me for a second longer, however, as she looked worriedly over at my new mother(?).

The elf on the bed was panting, cleaned of all the blood, and fully clothed now, but even the slightest movement seemed to put her in a bit of pain. Long blonde hair, slim and tall, but most captivatingly were her purple eyes.

'I wonder if I have her eyes.'

However, distracted by her eyes, I forgot to mention something...she only had one arm. The nurses seemed to fuss over her constantly as I watched them dry her with towels, cover her in blankets, and hold her hand as she slowly came down from the birth.

'They must be really close.'

Watching on, I felt something in my heart, something long missing. It was so heartwarming just looking at all the care and attention they gave her, going beyond just the normal care a mother would receive. Even a little bit of jealousy flowed into my heart as I looked on. I wanted to feel such care again, but I had long given up such feelings.

Finally placed in my mother's arm, I felt weird. As a person who had already lived a life and already had a mother, could I be this person's child? However, looking up into her shining, loving eyes, those words caught in my throat.

"Hello, my little one, my Orio."