Being a kid was the best.
I remember being in a hurry to grow up the last time around but couldn't remember why i had even wanted to do so. I realize now that i must have been brainwashed. After all, the only source of information kids have in the world, is adults. And you obviously couldn't trust them to be unbiased about reports of their own importance. But by growing up i had inadvertently infiltrated their inner circles and realize just how utterly boring being an adult is. And had somehow managed to reincarnate into a child. I say somehow, because i don't actually remember reincarnating; or dying; or most of my past life really. But that's besides the point. I was 6 years old now, and intended to make the most of my childhood, and preferably be a kid forever.
After all, it's not like an average adult ever did anything objectively more consequential than an average child in my past life. But then again, in my past life, no one had super powers either.
But that didn't really have anything to do with me. I'm just a normal guy with normal parents. My Mom is caretaker of a big house on the outskirts of this city called Brockton Bay, while my Dad worked as an accountant or something for the owner who is generous enough to allow us to live with him.
I put back the book i was reading in the library and walked out in the corridor. That's another thing i like about being a kid. I could just read stories all day and lay about in general, and my parents would actually praise me for it. Truly this life is just the best.
I stepped aside and made way for my parents' boss as he walked pass, and greeted, "Good morning Mr. Lavere!"
Mr Lavere didn't respond, which i found strange, as usually he'd at least give me a curt nod. But i didn't mind the cold shoulder, just as long as i keep getting free food~!
I watched from a window as my Dad joined Mr Lavere outside. My Dad is a very well built man for an accountant. With his serious black eyes and dark black, shoulder length hair he cut an actually intimidating figure. At least to those who had never seen him playing horse with me~. He's just a big softie inside.
I tracked them walking up to the two cars parked at the manor gate, and get into the first one. The second car followed after them from a distance as they drove off. Those must be the people i see around occasionally carrying pistols and rifles around the manor. I found the casual display of weapons a little unnerving, but didn't begrudge Mr Lavere a desire to protect himself.
Certainly I wouldn't want to go around undefended in a crime ridden city, full of all those criminal supervillains and collateral damage causing superheroes. Dad told me all about these capes and their insistence on poking their noses in the business of us normal folks.
I set aside the thoughts of destructive chuuni enthusiasts running around in costumes, way past an age that such things would be acceptable, and went looking for my totally normal Mom.
I found her washing some ketchup off of the rugs of the Living room. Apparently, one of Mr Lavere's other employees was being let off, but made a mess when he decided to be difficult about it, and dropped the ketchup.
It was a lot of ketchup.
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AN: Not sure where this came out of. I swear i had no intention of using the Tanya the Evil style of narration until i was a couple paragraphs in and realized what it sounded like. Honestly, i was gonna go more along the lines of Thales from The Kingdom's Bloodline. More of a 6 yr old who is gradually regaining the memories of his past life, than a grown up guy possessing the body of a child.
