Ch 2: Where Am I…
Waking up from what happened prior. Hiro slowly opened his eyes meeting his mother in his awake.
Adapting to the brightness, he could see her clearer.
A fragile figure with long-silky black hair, pale-white skin resembling jade, and a pair of violet eyes, looking at me dearly
The supposed father of mine I remember speaking earlier is nowhere to be found.
And that little girl too isn't here.
Anyways this women she seemed familiar. I just stare right at her trying to remember if she resembled anyone I knew.
Wait… Kazami. Kazuki…
Gaining an epiphany, Hiro starts piecing the clues altogether.
A silhouette of a person and her name comes to his mind.
I see…
I got reincarnated to that anime, Grisaia no Meikyuu as the brother of Kazuki. I wonder what happened to the original protagonist Kazami Yuuji in that case.
The most plausible reason is that I replaced him according to some plots in these circumstances involving transmigrations or reincarnation of fan fictions.
As I started formulating what I will do in the future I sort out all of my knowledge as per the plot, character's individual personalities, and for my planned development.
First off, my mother, Satoko Kazami. I remember from various scenes, she was a person who could be described as weak-willed, submissive, and compliant to whatever the husband throws at her (no pun intended lmao).
She's someone who might care for me but is quite poor against my father. So I can't rely on her too much.
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Next, my sister, Kazuki Kazami. A one-of-a-kind genius according to the anime who was profited off of immensely by my bast*rd of a father. She was one of the rare few who actually tried to help the protagonist in someways and didn't stand by. She loved him to the point of incest from my perspective.
A person I could truly trust and rely on through and through.
Well, good thing is, that I have approximately 10 years till that school field trip that killed her happens. A lot of time for me to not worry for the meanwhile.
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Lastly, that sh** father of mine, Ryouji Kazami. Abusive, unreasonable, dependent man-child ought to put it. A man who ruthlessly abandoned and neglected the original protagonist because he didn't have any talent to profit from or potential that might be put to a good use.
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Not only that, but at the loss of my sister depraved to alcohol, then assaulting my mother both sexually and physically, losing his source of income making him all the more reckless and uncontrollable. And my sister was her sign of hope to making it out of a big debt that he would hide from us, so her value is quite high to him.
When should I plan his funeral, I wonder. Straight-up murder can't work, for various reasons that would interrupt my planned perfect-life or otherwise for the lack of better terms salted-fish life (A term found in Chinese novels for a easy, carefree life).
Well, at the moment I got all the time in the world. That sh** father of mine should be in the moment of time for a couple of years or so trying to observe any talent I might display that he could profit from.
Interrupted from my thought process from the sound of my mothers voice. I withdraw from thinking as it felt draining as a newborn. As I refocused back to my mother.
"There—There—Hiro…" My mother fully aware of me being awake mentions softly as she pats my back a couple of times, despite her seemingly fragile-stature.
As I stare at this mother of mine whom I knew very well, confirming her to what she was portrayed in the anime.
"Hmm— What's the matter Hiro? Oh… perhaps you're hungry" As his mother, Satoko questioned. She began to undress revealing her protruding nipples.
Ah sh**... The common trope in some reincarnation novels be it fanfics or other categories.
Although she's my mother in this life, because of my memories before reincarnation with another family. I can't see her as such that easily.
Luckily I'm still an infant so my hormones are still controlled, otherwise for my adult-mentality and soul I can't handle such a sight.
I released a sigh as I accepted my fate, coming in contact with her somewhat petite-to-average bust in direct-line of contact to her protruding nips.
As I began to devour as much milk as I can, knowing full well of my goals to developing fruitfully, with proper sustenance to grow up strong and healthy.
After filling myself with a nutritious meal, my consciousness starts fading once again.
Man, even staying up awake and thinking a short-while is strenuous for this infant-body of mine as Hiro thought in the last few moments before dozing off.