Ch 2: Where Am I…

Awakening from what occurred earlier. Hiroto slowly began to open his eyes as the sight of his mother greets his.

Adapting to the brightness, he could see her better and clearer.

A fragile figure with long-silky black hair, snow-white skin, and a pair of violet-eyes, looking at me with motherly affection and dearly.

The man from earlier whom I suppose is my father speaking quite 'boastfully' earlier is nowhere to be found.

And that little girl with white-hair too isn't here.

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'Wait a second—Kazami… Kazuki… White-hair'

And upon these details Hiroto gained an epiphany, as the clues they are start piecing altogether.

As a silhouette of a person and her name comes to his mind.

Hmm… I see. It seems that I got reincarnated in the world of Grisaia. Moreover in the past, as the brother of Kazuki. Grisaia no Meikyuu huh…

Let's see by that logic and from what I could comprehend earlier, I never saw Kazami Yuuji, the original protagonist. I wonder, did I replace him in this case.

It's the most reasonable considering these are some trends for this circumstance involving reincarnation and transmigration in those fan-fics.

As I started formulating what I will do in the future I sort out all of my knowledge as per the plot, each characters featured in this world, and my plans.

First off, my mother Satoko Kazami. According to various scenes and descriptions of her in wiki from what I remember she is weak-hearted, willed, submissive, and obedient to my father. Not having the determination or courage to stand up for herself or the original protagonist. She might be someone who cares deeply about me, but is really poor when it comes to my father. So I can't really rely on her too much.

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Next, my sister, Kazuki Kazami. A prodigy excelling in art and science. She was shown to have created art works that were worth millions later on in the series according to my memory after her death. And her love for the protagonist in the series reached the point of incest. As well as the person who would be profited off by my father.

A person I could trust and rely on through and through. Hmm—what time was it again… Oh! Now I remember it was the school field trip that killed her, somewhere ten-years from today it will happen, when Yuuji turned ten. Well, I've got a lot of time since then, so I should relax and take my plans slowly.

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Lastly… that—sh*t father of mine, Ryouji Kazami. At the moment he can be summed up as a condescending, arrogant, dependent manchild. Later on abuse or neglecting of the original protagonist as he had no notable talent he sees potential in.

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After the death of my sister, he depraved to alcohol, losing control of himself, then assaulted my mother both physically and sexually, since he lost his only source of income, my sister, making him more reckless and violent. If I'm remembering it all correctly, he kept hidden a debt from us that he had from a previous failed bankrupt business, so my sister… was his only hope to getting out, meaning her worth and value at making sought after artwork

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.