Fanfiction doesn't let me put greater-than symbols so I can't green text my very funny and epic 4chan memes.
I don't own anything I guess...
"THREE ZERO! NO MORE! UNDERSTAND?!"
At the moment I was having a very civilized discussion with the landlord about the price of the apartment we were gonna rent.
"IIE! FIVU ZERU! NO LESSU!" He responded in a very civilized manner as well.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN 50K?! YOUR FUCKING APARTMENTS ARE LITERAL PIECES OF SHIT!"
"SHITTU?! YOU SHITTU! BAKA GAIJIN!"
"WHAT DID YOU SAY YOU PIECE OF SHIT OLD MAN?!"
[Dude, just give him the money already we've been here for about 30 minutes now... (╥_╥)]
"AARGH! YOU KNOW WHAT?! FINE! YOU WANT 50K!? HERE'S YOUR 50K!" I said as I took the money I took from the Yakuza out of my back pocket and slammed it on the counter in front of me causing the counter to shake violently.
The old man took the money and started counting without showing any reaction.
When he finished counting the money he then threw the key to our new apartment on the counter.
I picked the key up and shoved it in my pocket.
"Kuso gaijin..." I heard him say under his breath as I was going outside of the "reception" if you could even call it that.
'Holy fucking shit I want to break his fucking neck...'
[Calm down already, we're already filled with problems as it is and you want to cause more (-公- ;)]
"Yeah, yeah, whatever..." I murmured under my breath.
I walked to the entrance of the complex and saw my mom wearing the One-Two hoodie I lent her.
After all, I couldn't let her wear the fucked sweater.
I'm such a good person...
[(´・ω・｀)]
'What?'
[Nothing... (´・ω・｀)]
"I've got the keys." I said to my mom as I dangled the keys in my hand.
She just gave a small smile and started coming closer to where I was.
"Good job, now, let's go see the apartment."
"Yeah, it's room... 204." I said as I read the worn-out tag on the keys.
"Let's go then." She said as she took the keys and started moving towards the second floor.
When we reached the room what we saw inside was...
"Huh, this is better than I expected." I heard my mom say next to me.
Pretty normal actually, It seemed like the outside looked like shit while the insides where pretty well cleaned and cared for.
It had basic types of furniture like beds, kitchen, bathroom and even a living room couch.
Basically a 2LDK with furniture.
'Now I feel kinda bad calling the old guy's apartments shit...' I thought to myself as I sat down on the couch.
[AH! REGRET! COMING FROM YOU?! HOW SHOCKING! Σ(꒪ȏ꒪)]
"Sigh..."
"Hmm? Are you tired Jörg?" I heard my mother ask me from beside me.
"A bit, mentally more than physically." I replied.
"Yeah, I understand what you mean, it has been after all a very stressful few days..." She said while looking to the side and down.
She made a long pause and started to talk again.
"Can you... can you tell me about it?" She said.
"About what?"
"Your powers... Is it magic? Is it something else?" She said with curiosity but also caution on her face, clearly not wanting to do something that would make me uncomfortable.
'Ah shit, I forgot about that... Should I keep running with the Amnesia story? Should I tell the truth?'
'Hey, Akira what do you think?'
[Don't ask me, this is your decision after all.]
"I... don't know where to start if I were to be honest..." I said truthfully.
"I know it sounds like I'm changing the topic but I'm not, I just want to know a few things before I say what I have in mind, is that okay?" I said with caution.
"Yes... I think so." She replied while looking at her hand which were on her lap.
I started with the question that had been in my mind for a while.
"I killed your husband... why didn't you hold a grudge? why didn't you try to kill me?"
I saw her take a gulp of saliva before starting to speak.
"He... He wasn't really a good man..."
I didn't respond and simply waited for her to continue.
"Marriage arrangements are something that is usually not done in today's society but, behind the scenes, rich people and those with backgrounds of nobility usually still do them." She continued saying.
"When I met him at the talk between the families I was 12, he didn't seem like a bad person, on the contrary, he seemed like the kind of person one would admire deeply, he seemed honest, hardworking and intelligent." She continued as she kept rubbing one hand with the other.
"But after we got married he showed how he really was, in the end, all he wanted was an heir and I was just a step in the process to reach that goal, by the age of 13, I was already a mother..."
'Fuck me... God fucking damn it...' I thought to myself as I kept hearing about the man who was supposed to have been my "Father"
After that statement, she went quiet for a bit.
"When I gave him what he wanted he stopped keeping any façade of decency and just started to treat me like complete garbage, the only good thing I had in that place... In my life... Was you..." She said as a small tear fell down her face.
"You were always there for me when I needed it most, you always seemed to know what to say to make me feel better and how to make me smile, It was the closest thing to true affection I had felt since being in that place... So when I heard you almost died, I just simply didn't know what to do... Losing you, all I had left... It felt like my heart was going to break and I would go insane..." She continued as more tears could be seen rolling down her face.
"I'm... I'm sorry, for making you recall something like that..." I replied with what was on my mind.
"It's okay... It feels better to tell something than to keep it bottled up inside, you know?" She said as she wiped her tears with the sleeves of the hoodie.
"Yeah, I know..."
'I guess it's time to do it then, In the long run... It's just not worth it...'
"I'm... I'm not really your son..." I said with a pretty quiet tone.
"I... I know you have Amnesia but that doesn't mea-"
As she was saying that I cut her off.
"That's not it... I'm like, literally, not your son..." I said as I tried to find the words to explain what I meant.
She didn't say anything so I continued saying what was on my mind.
"From what I know... I was transported to the body of your son after he died... My name in my past life was George Walker, I was actually from the Uni-"
"STOP!" She screamed as she suddenly stood up.
"I don't get it... I don't get anything that you're saying..." She said in a quiet tone as her eyes filled with tears.
'Ah shit, I made her cry again...'
[Remorse has been negated!]
I waved the notification window off my face.
"If... If you calm down, maybe I can explain to you everything that I know... is that okay with you?" I asked with caution on my voice.
She stood there for a moment and sat down again.
"I'll listen to you..." She said in a quiet tone.
It has been about 2 hours now.
I tried with all my might to explain everything that happened to me since the first day I came here without exceptions, I explained the game and I explained how I died in my past life.
She didn't raise her voice again during the whole explanation, she just listened to what I had to say.
Now we both were just sitting in the couch in silence.
"I... I need time to think alone..." She said.
"I understand." I said as I stood up and started to walk towards the door.
As I was about to go out I stopped for a second and spoke a few thoughts that were on my mind.
"Even though I might not be your son in the little time I've interacted with you I've come to appreciate you a lot, it would cause me a lot of grief is something were to happen to you..." I said and waited a few seconds for a response but got none.
I continued walking out of the apartment and took the stairs.
"Sigh..."
"A walk might not be so bad right now..." I murmured to myself.
I walked around for a few hours and found myself in what looked a very busy street.
There were shops on both sides of the road and there was a lot of people walking and buying stuff.
'Now that I think about it we're probably gonna need money for rent and I'll probably need to get into a public high school or something similar just to try to not get the attention of people...' I thought to myself as I kept walking around the street.
A store caught my attention that seemed to be pretty small and only with a few people inside.
It was a music store which sold not only instruments but also CD's of different types of genres of music.
I went inside and started looking around.
There was a Japanese song in the background that seemed to be kinda pop-like.
Most things near the front seemed to be CD Players with headphones attached that played popular music at the moment like J-Pop, J-Rock and Idol-related stuff so I moved to the back in search for something to listen to.
Fortunately for the "Gaijin" I was even though the letters for the genres of music were written in what seemed to be Katakana there was small text on the bottom with the text on English.
I moved to a section more in the back that had different types of foreign music.
I simply mindlessly searched through the CD's looking for anything that caught my eye.
'The fuck...' I picked up a CD that left me a bit confused.
'Rammstein? Isn't this supposed to be like a completely different world?' I asked myself as thoughts raced through my head.
'Now that I think about it I don't really know where I actually am, do I?'
'Fuck...' I finished my train of thought frustrated.
I put the CD back to where I found it.
I kept looking around a bit and an idea suddenly spurted out of my head.
'Is it possible? Maybe... It doesn't hurt to try anyway...'
I started walking to were the CD Players near the entrance were.
I picked up a pair of headphones and put them on.
I pressed play.
"Shiawase to wa hoshi ga furu yoru to mabushii asa ga
Kurikaesu youna mono janaku Taisetsuna hito ni furikakatta ame ni kasa o saseru kotoda"
'Okay, now concentrate in the words... try to understand them... try to feel them...' I thought to myself with my eyes closed.
[Through specific actions, you've Discovered the Skill 'Music Manipulation'!]
"Nan no tame ni iki te iku no ka
kotae nante naku te ii yo
Ai tai hito to hitsuyou na mono o sukoshi mamore tara"
'The language, focus on the language... try to understand it... like it's part of you...' I chanted to myself in my head while concentrating.
[Through specific actions, you've Discovered the Skill 'Linguistic Knowledge'!]
[Through specific actions, you've Learned a Sub-skill of 'Linguistic Knowledge' 'Japanese'!]
[Through specific actions, you've Discovered a Sub-skill of 'Music Manipulation' 'Musical Empathy'!]
"senobi mo herikudari mo sezu ni
boku no sono mama de itoshii kimochi o utaeta nara"
'Try to understand the words as if they are flowing into you...' I continued to chant in my head without opening my eyes.
[Japanese Hearing and Speaking has leveled up!]
[Japanese Hearing and Speaking has leveled up!]
[Japanese Hearing and Speaking has leveled up!]
[Japanese Hearing and Speaking has leveled up!]
[Japanese Hearing and Speaking has leveled up!]
[Japanese Hearing and Speaking has leveled up!]
[Japanese Hearin-
"Happiness isn't something like the repeating cycle
Of nights of falling stars and brilliant mornings
It's being able to hold an umbrella over a special someone as rain falls upon them
And it's how I was protected before I had even realized it
So I want you to always, always stay by my side
Whether my eyes are open or closed"
With a quick inhale and exhale of air I opened my eyes again and noticed my view was filled with Level Up notifications.
After finishing listening to the song I went outside the store and sat on a bench that was next to a small tree.
I opened the menu and then my Skills to check the things I had gained.
Music Manipulation(Passive)
One good thing about music, when it hits you, you feel no pain.
Allows for the user to manipulate Music and everything it entails freely
1.-Musical Empathy(Passive)
The user can gain different abilities by listening to or playing different kinds of music.
Linguistic Knowledge(Passive)
The limits of my language means the limits of my world.
1.-English
Reading: 100%
Speaking: 100%
Hearing: 100%
Writing: 100%
2.-German
Reading: 100%
Speaking: 100%
Hearing: 100%
Writing: 100%
3.-Japanese
Reading: 11%
Speaking: 100%
Hearing: 100%
Writing: 2%
'I'm on the path of being broken, that's for sure.' I thought to myself as I read the skills I had just gained.
Seeing as I was already checking the Skills I had, I went to check the ones I had previously gained.
Taunting (Active): Lv. 1
Cost: None
A graceful taunt is worth a thousand insults.
Has a 5% chance to apply 'Rage' to enemies
Boxing (Active): Lv. 42
Cost: None
Boxing is not about your feelings. It's about performance.
Allows the user to use different types of boxing techniques with perfect form
Allows for the user to learn and develop new punching related techniques much faster
21% Probability to enter "Trance of Nothingness" after a Critical Hit during battle
[That's a pretty high level for a Skill you just recently got (￣□￣)]
'Yeah, I guess so...' I replied without much enthusiasm.
I opened the menu and saw that it was 12:32
'I should probably go back now, I don't really have anywhere else to stay after all.'
"Sigh..." I hope everything goes well.
The """Author""" Talks to the 3 people who read his shitty fanfiction in hope that they keep reading:
A lot of shitty stuff has been going on lately so I haven't been able to write as much as I would like to but well, what can you do right?
Just the typical 3rd world experience.
Guest Person Man Woman People: Thanks for the suggestions my dude, you're making the whole Gacha aspect a lot easier and on the next Gacha roll I'm gonna use some of your Items, also, If you want your money just leave the suggestions under your pillow before you go to sleep, I will leave you 5$(Also, create an account already for god's sake.).
Blazing Heart Frigid Soul(cool name btw):
In order.
Q: Why not give him Nathan Copeland's weapon from no more heroes 2? It seems like a good fit.
A: Because I didn't know who that was until I google searched it, maybe some kind of variant, the future will see.
Q:So incest?
A: Don't really know, to be honest, there's like 5 more girls I wanted to introduce and I kinda intended the Incest thing to be like a joke and all, Anyways, you guys let me know what you want and I'll try my best to write it.
Q: That was fun.
A: OwO?! Thwank ywou vweary much! UwU
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Mola King: Mola King, My dear Mola King, You don't know how much you've fucked my mind, my high-functioning Autism makes me need to calculate how that would work in a game setting and how much the damage and mana costs would be, I already calculate stuff with Joules and Kilojoules and now you go and give me TNT Tonnes and Atomic explosions, I love you but I hate you at the same time... Now I can only think of ways to introduce the different things you've mentioned without making my character a 1$ Store Saitama.
As always thanks for reading my shitty fanfiction.
Hope you have a good day/evening/night.
Your High-Functioning Depression having Author, Joji.