Dear diary,
This is Aron Lagaris and I am now eighteen. It's been year since I was killed by that asshole Magnus and only to end being revived in another world. Death felt weird for a bit. When I regained consciousness I was in a place with white walls and this one huge door. Some girl who looked about sixteen was looking at me. "Welcome to the void of multiverse," she said," I asked the God of death to bring your soul here to be revived in a different world."
I knew that I died but being revived? Never thought it happen. "Not sure what time period you'll end up in." With that she grabbed me and threw me into the door. I landed in a river.
"Hey Aron! Help me the bar again today!," Tomas shouts slamming the bedroom door open. "Seriously? I hate working in the bar!," Aron says angrily. "What you gonna do? Slit my throat like ya did last time?" Aron gets up and walks out the room. Tomas Agallon arrived in this world years before he did.
It's surprising to Aron how the guy he killed didn't try to get revenge. "I hate it when you guilt trip me." Tomas smiles "yeah, be grateful and besides you're not rich anymore." Tomas knows that Aron was killed by Magnus back in their world and sees it as repayment for his own death.
A voice from an angry woman comes from downstairs. "What the hell you think you're doing!" Selena, Tomas's wife, just threw some customers out again. A fourteen year old boy ran up the stairs with a scared look on his face. "Jonah get a broom. There's most likely some glass on the floor," Aron says.
Jonah nods. Aron finally makes it downstairs to see some frightened customers and an angry Selana. "Aron go get some more wine from the cellar," she says. Aron nods and retrieves the wine thinking about the stupid customers who angered this strong woman. Getting drunk in the middle of the day is a very stupid thing to do.
Tomas is now serving the customers wine while Aron cooks meats. The run a bar and barbecue place. A very popular place in this town that attracts tourists from all over. Members from the Adventurer guilds love it here. "I'm going to my second job tonight," Aron says. He works in a maid café and crossdresses there a lot. People usually he's a guy and the ones who figure it out usually stop coming.
Night rolls in and Aron is at the café dressed in his maid outfit. He puts on a wig to complete the look and walks out the changing room. The manager, Cana calls him Nonon and like everyone else in the Maid Café has a nick name. "Hey, Nonon!," some male customer shouts. "I want a chocolate mocha," he says smiling like the perverted man he was.
"One chocolate mocha is on your way sure," Aron says in the best feminine voice he could do. For hours he took orders from customers and cleaned. He's been working there for a couple of months and already became on of the most popular maids in there. 11: 30 pm is closing time and while the last of the customers left Aron and another maid were assigned cleaning duty.
"Are you sure you'll be fine?," Cana says to Aron. "Don't worry so much, Cana. We'll be done by 11:45, so no need to worry." The manager left leaving both Aron and Shelly, the other maid, behind. While Aron was cleaning the tables and dishes Shelly took out the trash. "Shelly let me know when your done with your duties," he class out to her. She goes outside only to come back in with shock.
Aron runs to her. "Shelly what's wrong?!," he says. Shelly calms down. "Some guy is outside and unconscious!" They bring the young man in only to have him suddenly wake up. "Where am I? Who are you people!" Both maids back away. "Hey, calm down you. We just wanted to help," Shelly says hiding behind Aron.
The young man sat up slowly. His blond hair and brown eyes distract Aron for a few seconds. "Sorry, I passed out looking for my companions. We got separated somehow and I passed out from exhaustion." Aron notices a bow on his back is a magic weapon. He learned that some weapons have magic powers in this world.
They give the brown skinned, blond haired man some water. "Shelly you can go home while I stay here," Aron says. The fifteen year old girl left leaving Aron and the stranger alone. "So how were you killed?," the stranger says. Aron freezes. This isn't how someone is suppose to start a conversation!
"Sorry, stupid question. Should have asked for your name instead." Aron extends his hand "Aron Lagaris, killed by a prince," he says. The young man shakes his hand. "Most people call me Archer. Killed by an arrow to the stomach." That makes Aron cringe. An arrow to the stomach is a slow and painful way to go.
Archer gets up and just before he walks out kisses Aron on the cheek. "Thanks for the water. I'll find an inn for the night and"-he turns to face Aron- "I know you're a guy."
Aron was too confused to react.