Like I wasn't the only one who thought this. Milieu is my favorite doji.
And like the last time I wrote for this fandom, it's for English class (edited of course).
Based off the Vocaloid Song. Enjoy.
Life can be a tricky thing. It's similar to a game that can't have a winner; it can only have players. Reincarnation is the same – once the game is finished, the board is cleared and a new game begins. The reset button can be hit as many times as a player wishes, but a happy life doesn't always happen. I should know. I've been reincarnated so many times already, and I know my past playthroughs in detail.
My first life was so boring. There was barely anything interesting, so I hardly paid attention to it. His name was Ultimo and, quite frankly, he was worse than a doormat. People would walk all over him and take advantage of him kindness all the time. He never minded it and did nothing about it. It was so frustrating. I feel like Ultimo might have actually enjoyed the treatment. At least for him, it was better than being hated. Although, sometimes I think his kindness was forced just so people would like him. Talking about this life again, I remember he had a brother. He was interesting, at least. When he got engaged to some girl, Ultimo didn't like the change. He wasn't jealous; he just didn't like the fiancée. He thought of various ways to get rid of her. He contemplated about killing her at times, but those thoughts never left his mind. My first life never did anything meaningful in life. He just let life control him.
My second life was the complete opposite. Vice went beyond being the poster child for bad influences. His home situation wasn't the best. He lived with his incompetent, jobless father and younger brother (who I don't believe was emotionally stable) in a cramped apartment. He didn't like the life he was born into, so he took it and changed it. He was a rule-breaker at heart. At school, he always got into trouble. Well, before he dropped out, at least. After that, he got involved with the bad side of town. He moved out of his apartment soon after. It was a fast and dangerous life, and Vice was the mastermind behind a lot of underground "business." It was fun, but I always thought he was a fool for wasting his life so quickly. If only he tried to get away from that life, he wouldn't have ended up spending the majority of his life in jail. I guess that's the consequence of not playing by the rules.
My third life was an unproductive one. Even as a child, he was always lazy. Paresse truly lived up to his name in every way. It was always a miracle when he actually got something done. But, it wasn't like he needed to do much, as his parents would take care of all his needs. However, once he approached adulthood, the responsibilities of being an adult broke him down. He fell into a deep depression and did less with his life. The depression went on for a few years before it became too much for him. It was pitiful. He was too lazy to see that he could have done something with his life if he tried. Paresse was still a young adult when he decided to quit the game early.
At this point, it must be a wonder of what my life is like, right? Well, my life is not a great life. Sometimes, I like to review my past lives and compare them to my own. It's what I'm doing right now, actually. It gets boring fairly easily around here.
"Well, Mister Hakuryuu, it's time for your checkup. You know the drill."
"Doctor, we've been through this; you can just call me Milieu." He's been greeting me like that for years.
"And you know that it's part of the formality." We go through the usual routine: he checks me, he checks my charts, he says comments about my health, he asks a few questions, and then he leaves.
When the doctor leaves, I turn in my bed to look out the window. It should be clear of what my situation is.
I'm a permanent resident at a hospital. I'm been one since I was a young child. Although, I'm not that old to begin with; I'm just wise beyond my years. My health was never good to begin with. Over time, it diminished to the point that my parents thought that this was the best option for me. My accommodations aren't bad, though. Of course, it might have also helped that my grandfather is one of the higher-ups at this hospital.
Sometimes, I feel that my ability to see my past lives and control what I see was a gift in exchange for my health. I can't complain, but when I am reborn, I don't think the next player would have enjoyed my run of the game. I don't think I'll find out. I'd be a different person by the next life. I probably won't even have this gift of mine.