Disclaimer: I do not own My Hero Academia. The world and characters belong to Kohei Horikoshi.
Only the OCs and the events taking place in their lives are in my possession.
I must warn you that the whole story will be quite slow, and serve as a setup to everyone on the main character's side of the story, up to maybe about Chapter 8 or 7, so you're welcome to skip if you'd like.
It was a sunny evening, vibrant rays of golden light from the evening sun entered a room through an opening in the curtains, and a boy could be seen watching something on a laptop, lying down belly flat on a reasonably made bed.
He was of slightly above average height and build. Not too big, yet not necessarily small. He had vibrant Blonde hair trimmed into a bazzcut and light green eyes looking idly at a screen.
He was totally engrossed in what he was watching, the pictures on the screen were reflected off his glasses.
"Huh... I never thought I would actually miss that place..." He said with a small laugh, "And this plague thing's really getting on,"
His name was Alan, Alan Jessie Adams.
"Well, as long as Greenland stays uninfected..."
While not the most social butterfly, he had friends, caring ones. And a fairly interesting family, should he say so himself.
Right now he was watching a show called; 'What to do when you get Transported to a Fantasy World!' If the long title didn't make it obvious enough, it was an isekai anime. He just found it one day and decided to binge it. He was currently watching the tenth episode when he was interrupted.
"Alan!" Came the voice of an adult man, "Drop everything you're doing, and come down here for a sec?!" Reluctantly he closed the laptop with a sigh, got out of bed, and went downstairs.
When he arrived in the living room, he was greeted with the sight of his Father putting on a jacket, appearing to be in quite a hurry as he shuffled to the front door.
"I... I need to go to the hospital." He said while he fidgeted with the ends of the zipper of his jacket, hastily walking to the door.
"What for?"
"Joe had a baby."
"Uncle Joe?"
"Yeah, he asked me to go with him. Dinner's mostly ready, you just gotta watch the chicken soup for about five more minutes, after that just turn it off." He said while opening the door.
"Ah, Right." He gave the stove a side glance before turning back to his father. "Oh, Dad?"
"Hmm?" His father looked back at him.
"Stay safe."
"You know me. Never an unsafe day with this guy." He proudly stated while gesturing a thumb towards himself. After a light chuckle shared by both parties, he turned to leave. "Don't forget to feed the dogs!" He hollered from the yard.
After a brief moment of cringing at the volume of his statement, no doubt heard by some of the neighbours, Alan closed the door and went into the kitchen to do what he was assigned.
Humming a tune to himself, he stirred the chicken soup like all the other stuff he would stir had he been in charge of the house at the time.
He heard a door open, and not soon after, his sister Emily came out. She was walking directly towards the fridge to get some snacks.
"Where's dad?" she asked as she opened the fridge.
"The hospital."
That seemed to jolt her attention as she wiped her head back to look at him with concerned eyes.
"Nothing serious. Well, nothing serious happened to him," He corrected himself. She seemed to calm down, exhaling a sigh of relief.
"Then why-?"
"Joe had a baby."
Emily stopped what she was about to say and looked at him with a confused face. "Who- oh, Uncle Joe?"
"Yup. He went to the hospital for that" Alan explained with a nod
After a moment of silence, Emily spoke up. "Oh God, I'm gonna be a big sister again!" She all but yelled with excitement. After a small and brief dance involving her just shaking her hands and hips for a bit, she proceeded to hum a delightful tune while searching through the fridge.
Alan chuckled at her antics. He didn't think the prospect of being a big sister again would be that exciting for her.
Another door opened. This time a boy came out, hair uncombed and eyes slightly sunken. His posture was bent over forwards, and he walked with sloppy steps. This could be no one other than his brother, Eric.
"Uncle Joey's having a baby?" He asked in a tired voice.
"Yeah! Isn't it great?" Emily stood up from the fridge and turned to walk back to her room. She was carrying a white plastic bottle that seemed to be full of some purple liquid. Alan could hear her mumbling something as she went, but he could no really discern what she said.
A yawn got his attention back to Eric. After blinking the tiredness out of his eyes, he went to the fridge to get something to eat.
"When's it gonna be done?" Eric asked his older brother, pointing to the chicken soup as he slowly made his way to the fridge.
"Give it two more minutes." He proceeded to stir the pot at a steady pace.
Eric opened the fridge door
"Didja' get it to work?"
"Am I smiling?" Came Eric's reply holding a bit of irritation in his voice.
"No..."
"Then there, you have your answer," The boy tiredly said with a sigh and bent down to the fridge. After a moment of searching through its frigid confines, Eric stood up suddenly and turned his head around in a worried manner. "Hey, where's the purple stuff?"
"You didn't notice? Emily took it back to her room." Alan answered hesitantly, followed by a slightly nervous laugh.
"That bastard..." Eric said under his breath. His posture was then straightened, hands balled to fists. All his exhaustion was seemingly gone in an instant. And with a walk full of purpose, he went towards Emily's room.
Alan prayed he would not be too cruel.
After a while, a brief flash from the corner of his vision caught his attention. "Hmm?" It came from outside.
Turning the stove off as he deemed the soup to be cooked, he hung his apron by the back door and went outside to their backyard.
As he looked at the sky, it seemed darker than it should be. There was a dark cloud just overhead. The howling of high-speed winds could be heard whistling between the houses of the Suburbs.
"There was... no storm on the weather forecast today..." He relayed to himself in a worried tone, adjusting his glasses while he scanned the sky. "So what could-"
Suddenly he felt his hairs stand on end, a bright flash appeared, his vision turned to what could be best described as a static screen followed by a pink hue. Then, as suddenly as it happened it dispersed. After the flash subsided, he could see again.
Alan was now suddenly standing in their backyard on a bright sunny day. There was... no pain, no worry, just a feeling of calmness he hadn't felt since maybe his first time sleeping like a baby.
As he stood there in the backyard. Everything seemed to calm down, the wind no longer blew. In fact, the storm seemed to disappear entirely. The air was calm the sky was clear. Alan meanwhile, was very confused.
"What the?" He said to himself in confusion as he looked around. He noticed the houses and fences and clouds seemed to glow a dim white, the grass and trees too. "Where the h-"
He halted his banter when he heard a click coming from behind. Turning back he saw the backdoor of his house was now open. But inside was not a place he was familiar with, inside was what looked like an office lobby.
Confused with just about anything right now, he slowly made his way to the building that was supposed to be his house. Failing to notice the grass he would crush on his path heal as soon as he lifted his feet off.
As he stood at the doorway. He noticed that everything in the building was white. White walls, ceilings, and tiles. Every surface was spotless to the point of almost glistening. Though the 'lobby' was clean, it seemed too clean. The room emitted an air of oppression and order. It was mostly empty too. No green to be seen anywhere, and no sign of human life despite its appearance as an office complex.
Save for the man on the far end of the room.
"You're looking for room 7," Came a deep, tempered yet humble voice.
As Alan Squinted his eyes he could see that the man was African American, old going by his slight traces of grey hair. He wore a janitor's outfit topped off with a blue cap. He was currently busy mopping the vast spaces of the building. Though totally normal in appearance, Alan felt a sense of respect towards the individual for no explicit reason.
The man stopped his work and straitened his back. "Seventh floor, if you're wondering," He said while turning his gaze onto Alan. That seemed to snap Alan out of his trance. As he looked around, he saw three elevators present on the wall by the old man, and a staircase was also seen located on the far end of said wall.
'Why would I... be looking for room 7? Where even am I?' Alan thought. Just a moment ago, he was standing in his backyard under quite windy weather. Then a flash and everything around him changed.
Still uneasy about his whole situation, he decided he wanted at least some sense of understanding of where he was.
"Sir?" He called out to the old janitor. "Uh... where am I?"
The man hummed in thought for a moment before he said; "Where indeed," He giggled to himself, "Scary thought, to be lost isn't it?" He turned up to face him and gave Alan a small smile. "Off you go, the Boss is waiting. Oh, and the elevator's out of order. You'll have to take the stairs." He stated before turning to go back to his work.
Alan was very lost. Deciding to just follow the old man's word and go see whoever this boss is, he made his way towards the stairs.
'Maybe this 'Boss' can tell me what the heck is happening.' He told himself. He chuckled, who knew something like this would ever happen to someone like him.
His musings were interrupted however as he was about to reach the stairs. "You mind helping me with this?" Came the fine voice of the old man again.
"I'm sorry?" Alan turned back to see the man with his hand on his hip, mop to his side.
"Would be a lot faster. Plus my back is kinda bugging me." The old man smacked his hips a couple of times.
"Isn't it urgent?" Alan pointed at the stairs with a look of conflict.
"Hey, if you don't wanna do it it's fine, it is my job." He said, laughing to himself, it was a jovial laugh.
Alan considered it, on the one hand, he could just leave. As the old man said, it was his job. On the other, his mother would be very disappointed in him if she found out he just left an old man hanging.
"Hmm... Sure," Alan said, though not too enthusiastically.
The old man's face lit up. "Wonderful! Just come over here and we'll get started right away," He said, beckoning him over. Alan complied.
As Alan now stood by his side, Alan noted a crucial flaw in the old man's plan. "Hey, don't you only have one mo-" his remark was cut off by a mop being shoved into his face, he could feel something enter his mouth.
"Phueh! Phueh! Hey! A little heads-up may have been nice!" Alan reprimanded the old janitor who was now holding a new mop and a bucket he got out of nowhere.
"Sorry, I thought you'd see it coming," He said to Alan with a small, innocent smile.
"Where did you even get-?"
"Now, how about you start from the entrance, I'll work my way towards you, and we'll clean this up in no time-" And before Alan could even utter a single word of argument, the old man immediately went back to work, whistling a peppy little tune.
Alan just decided it would be best to get it over with and picked up the bucked and the mop, marching to his assigned work area.
When he started mopping, he began to think to himself. 'Okay, I could have sworn that janitor only had one mop. Where the hell did this one come from? And this place, it seems off, I can't even see through the windows!' Indeed, the windows that adorned the walls of the room were filled with light that looked like it came from all directions at once.
'None of this makes any sense... And that old man, why is he here? He seems like a normal janitor, so what's he doing in a place like this?'
"Sure is pippin', doing some manual labour ain't it?" He heard the Old man idly comment as they both moved their respective mops back and forth. "There's a certain... freedom to it,"
"Hmm," Alan hummed to him in agreement. He was not going to lie that a good workout via rolling up his sleeves and putting his back into some physical work here and again had its own little charm.
Alan was barely done with half of the landing near the entrance, slightly above the main area when his backed bumped into something. Turning around, it was the old man.
"What are you doing her-" Alan stopped himself out of shock when something caught his eye, as he looked at the floor below him. It was glistening, clear signs it had been mopped. He turned to the old man who had a smile on his face, as always. "How- You're done!"
"Are you surprised?" The janitor laughed.
Alan was almost at a loss for words. 'Okay, I take it back, not a normal janitor at all.'"If you could do that, why even ask for my help?" Alan said with a huff, scrutinizing the old janitor with a glare.
"Well, you did help." He said with a laugh, "Maybe only a little, but you still did," He gave Alan a shrug.
Alan took to argue. But what the old man said struck him as, odd. Sure, he helped a little bit, but the old man had done most of the work (somehow), yet strangely, he seemed to have meant those words he said to him, without any trace of hesitation as far as Alan could discern.
A snap in front of his face brought Alan out of his thoughts. "You'd better be off now, don't want to keep the Boss waiting too long." He said as he gestured towards the stairs with his thumb.
After collecting his thoughts, Alan shook his head and went on his way.
"Gah!" the sound of the mop hitting the floor echoed throughout the quiet hall. "Jeez, where do I put this?" Alan bent down to pick the mop-up.
"Just leave it there, I'll get it..." The old man waved off his concerns as he placed his own mop inside his bucket.
Alan grunted as he got back up. "Okay then. I'll be, going now..." He said as he awkwardly made his way around the old man, and walked to the staircase.
"You didn't forget your glasses did you?" The old man asked up again, shifting in his stance as he bobbed his mop in the water in the bucked.
"What's that?" Alan turned around with a swivel of his feet without stopping in his walk,
"Your glasses," The old man held up his left hand and gestured at his own eyes with his index and thumb.
"My- glasses, my-... huh?' Alan touched his face and found a remarkable lack of any optical ware on it,
"I can... see properly...?" He remarked the clearly obvious as he looked around the hallways of the lobby, finding them to be especially detailed and clear, almost as if his vision was restored to a 20/20.
"So you did forget your glasses? Oof, that's a shame..." The old man looked down and picked up his bucked, as well as Alan's own and walked away, "That's a shame..."
"Hey, sir?! What exactly is this place?! Sir!" Alan called out for the old man again, but he seemed to pay him not the slightest of heads as he just walked away, whistling.
Alan sighed when he saw what looked like the old man being unable to hear him, maybe due to complications with his hearing, but he couldn't really believe that this place which somehow magically healed his eyes was not shy of doing the same for a somewhat peculiar old man.
But he released a breath, and went on his way. He could spend all day questioning his now reality and waste a world of what awaited him with the boss, so he did all he could do now and turned back towards the stairs and walked into the stairway.
As he went up the spiralling steps, the old man could be seen looking to where he was going from behind a concrete pillar around a corner, a warm smile present on his face.
After walking to the entrance of what he assumed was the seventh floor, he stopped to catch his breath. He was not necessarily winded, just a moment to relax. 'Okay, whoever this 'Boss' is, they better tell me what I'm doing here.' With that thought in mind, he gripped the handle and pulled.
It would not budge, causing Alan to look down at the handle with a frown. "What-? It's locked?" He asked himself in confusion. Then he saw something written on the door, it read 'Push'.
"Oh bother," Mentally smacking himself for the poor display of situational awareness, he pushed the door open.
When he entered. He saw a room in the same style as the lobby. That is, the floor, walls, and ceiling were all white. He noticed this room had a lot more windows though. There was a folding ladder that led up to a hole in the ceiling in the middle of the room.
A desk of pure white accompanied by a comfy-looking office chair of the same colour was on the far end of the room. Unlike the lobby though, it was wholly devoid of human presence. "Did I get the wrong floor?" He asked himself.
A bump caught his attention, it came from the hole in the ceiling. "Huh, there's someone up there..." He observed as he walked in, closing the door behind him. "Hello, is this the seventh floor?" He called to whoever was up in the hole as he walked closer to the foldable ladder.
"Be right with you! Trying to fix the light, tell me if it's working-" Came an oddly familiar voice. But before he could dwell on it, his eyes were assaulted by a bright light coming from the ceiling. Alan felt like he just stared directly at the sun.
"Gah!" He looked away in an instant. As he stood there blinking intensely, whoever was working on the light, up there slowly made their way down the ladder.
"Going by that reaction, you didn't expect that did you?" came the oddly familiar voice again, "Bright isn't it? Well, it is for most people... Spendin' their entire lives in the dark..." He reached the bottom of the ladder and got off, his dark shoes hitting the smooth tile floor sending echoes across the empty room.
Turned towards Alan as the dark blot in the boy's eye adjusted, "Trying to hide from me,"
Alan could only stare at him in shock and confusion. It was the same man he had met downstairs with slight changes to his attire. Now he was wearing a blue electrician's outfit, a onesie with multiple pockets to the sides, topped off with a drapey blue bucket hat on the top of the old man's head.
"Hold on- How did... how did you get here?" Alan asked in confusion, looking widely around the empty room. He saw three elevator entrances to the walls leading on from the stairway entrance, and he turned to the old man with a dry expression.
But Alan couldn't find himself to be mad even though he had been played,
"I have my ways..." Came his calm reply, and after two clap from his hands, the light from the square hole in the ceiling turned off with the sound of a fluorescent light strip dimming down, like the flick of a large switch.
Even more confused than before, Alan just stood there motionless as the electrician began packing up his stuff.
"Anyway, you wanted to ask me something?" Alan composed himself for what seemed to be the fifth time.
"I- um," Alan blinked as he cleared his throat, "is this the seventh floor?"
"Yes, it is..." Confirmed the old man who seemed to be done packing his things.
"Then where's the boss?"
The old man stood up. "He's here," He vaguely told Alan and proceeded to walk away.
"What?" Alan said as he squinted at the man, confusion in every syllable of his voice.
The old man just continued to walk away behind a pillar, hiding from Alan's vision for a brief moment before emerging again. But everything he was carrying, the pack the ladder, they just disappeared.
Now he was garbed in a most magnificently white suit, plain and lacking of details, yet oddly beautiful to his eyes.
The white was sharply contrasted with the pristine black in his shoes, and his tie, and a slip over his heart.
"You must be Alan," His voice seemed even more tempered with experience than before, "I've been expecting you." He said cheerfully as he readjusted his suit on his body here and again, seemingly in an effort to make himself more presentable to the young boy.
Alan was now somehow even more confused about his situation. Tilting his head to the side at an odd angle, he tried to form words but his mouth hung open for a long while before he was able to.
"So you're... the boss, the electrician, and the janitor?" He asked the man that stood before him, briefly pointing towards the stairs behind him to gesture towards the lobby down the floors. His expression was of complete confusion as he found the notion to be just... strange.
"In a way... yes," He smiled at Alan again and his eye seemed to flicker with light briefly, "Son, do you know who I am?" He asked as he placed a hand behind his back.
"Uh... not really, no..." Alan said nervously, hoping he was not being disrespectful to possibly an important person.
"Not unlikely to happen to a youthful boy, such as yourself." He didn't sound disappointed, yet he paced around him like he was so, "Most... people usually don't need me anymore these days..." He said while walking to what was presumably his desk.
"Where... where am I?" Alan said as he looked around with a look of wonder and... concern.
"Isn't it obvious?" Came he asked him instead in a flat voice, taking to sit down on the pure white swivel chair.
Alan just shook his head.
"You don't know... of course you don't know," He suddenly said in realization as he straightened his back. "Okay, son, what do you think happened when you saw the flash?"
"The one in the backyard?" Alan asked receiving an immediate nod. "Well, I think whatever happened brought me here. Wherever here is." Alan theorized, "Do you know what happened?"
The man seemed to hesitate for a brief moment. "Son, there's no easy way of saying this but... uh, you're dead."
Alan blinked a few times. "What?" As he looked at the old man, he could see that he was clearly being serious. "And I assume you have proof of this?" Alan asked slightly concerned and disbelieving.
The old man took what looked to be a tablet from the table and pressed something on the screen. A projection of a charred body was displayed on the wall to Alan's left.
"What's that?"
"That's you."
"Yeah right-" Alan's remark was cut off when he caught sight of a pink cloth still intact on the body's legs. It had traces of inexperienced repair in many places near the end, and a single hello kitty sticker could also be seen among them. Unless there was someone with trousers like that somewhere else, it was no doubt his track pants.
He looked to the man at the desk who was giving him a look of sympathy. "Hold on, If I'm dead. Why am I here?" He questioned the man.
"Where do you think people go when they die?" The man, made it sound like it was most obvious. He placed the pad down and looked at Alan deeply, "You're in the lobby."
"The... the 'Lobby'?"
"I don't just send people to the afterlife without giving them a choice, a choice you can take by your own free will."
"Wait, if you're sending people to the afterlife. You mean to tell me-"
"That I am, 'The One'?"
"You know, I did think that... then I thought you were going to be an angel, but God seems more likely now that I think about it again." Alan stole a glance at his charred body again, releasing a slow breath of barely held discomfort, "What exactly killed me?"
"Lightning. Shocking isn't it?" The god snorted through his nose and hardly contained his wheesings after,
Alan could only hum in disapproval at him. He glanced at the projection again."Could you put it away?" Staring at his dead body, invoked quite an uneasy feeling in his stomach.
"Oh right." The God swiped on his pad and the projection went away.
"What is that?" Alas was referring to the device that was in the God's hand.
"Hmm, this? Well, it's the G-pad. Makes things easier for me. Also contains the files of every sentient creature." The God cheerfully said. "Oh! That reminds me, we have to judge your soul."
Alan's mood darkened in an instant and the God seemed to notice.
"Don't be afraid, I'm sure your not that bad." He reassured Alan, who was didn't look any better.
"Now, Alan J. Adams. Born: 2004, January 2nd | Father: Gilbert B. Adams | Mother: Rebecca J. White | Siblings: Emily Adams and Eric Adams. Died: September 4th, 2020."
"Crimes: Petty theft, Occasional Deception. | Sins: Traces of Gluttony, Lust, and Sloth | Virtues: Traces of Patience. Occasional Diligence and Charity."
A summary of his life was displayed on the projection. "As you can see, your life was not a flashy one. The only notable event was that time you got lost in the woods with your brother. And might I say, I'm impressed you managed to survive for two days." The God remarked.
Alan just stared at the projection in awe, there were a lot more events that transpired in his life than he didn't care to remember. Although seeing them like this, he could recall all of them.
"Though spending the last days of his life committing the Sin of Sloth. Alan tends to show great Diligence when necessary. Due to the nature of his life and untimely death, the court of heaven sentences his soul to reincarnation." The God finished reading from his device. "How's that sound?" He called out to the clearly awestruck boy.
"Huh?" Alan was still entranced reading about his life before his attention was returned to the God. "Sorry, what did you say?"
"I'm offering you a second chance at life, so... what do you think?" The God repeated, smile still on his face. "Not back to your world though. A different one, very much like yours."
"What?" Alan was shocked, not only was this God offering to bring him back to life, his new life would basically be an isekai.
"Oh, and what a world it is. A handful, chaotic, but exciting." The God seemed to be off in his own little world. "Very unsafe for common folk though... and you could always choose peace in the After-life if you'd like-"
"Hold on, hold on!" Alan suddenly interrupted. The God went silent. "You're telling me, you're going to bring me back to life? I'm- I'm hearing this right?"
The whole idea sounded crazy. He got his answer by a nod coming from the man sitting in front of him. His legs felt weak and he almost fell backwards, this whole situation was making him feel lightheaded.
"Like I said; this world is very dangerous for the common folk like you. That is why I'm giving you a few Perks. Of your choosing, of course." The God said in a fairly serious tone. "You did help me mop the lobby after all," The God added with a chuckle.
"You mean I could choose traits? Powers?" Alan asked with newly founded enthusiasm.
"Pretty much that, yes,"
Alan couldn't believe it. Not only was there such a thing as a God, but he was also being given an opportunity to being reincarnated like this. Without his knowing, he lost his balance and fell backwards. Luckily, he collapsed on a couch that had popped into existence behind him.
He crashed in backwards and his arms and body bounced loosely while his head bobbed.
"I know it's a lot to take in. I would not be surprised if you decline-"
"No." Alan interrupted. "No, I... I accept." There was no way in hell he was going to decline an offer like this. "This world, can you tell me anything about it?"
The God smiled, "Oh it's a handful, a world where people with supernatural powers protect those who can't protect themselves," He stated, looking beyond the windows. "Superheroes if you will."
"Huh." Superheroes. So it's probably something like the MCU or DCEU. Maybe even a world of heroes that he had no way of knowing. If so that didn't sound safe at all.
"Now," The God spoke up again and rubbed his chin as he looked to the side. "Let's see, how about three... wishes! Sound fair?"
"Sounds fair," Alan responded with a firm nod,
Alan sat upright on his seat, cupped his chin, and hummed in thought for a while for a power. If he could wish for anything, then why not-
"How about the ability to control and understand any form of technology." 'If I'm smart enough, I could probably build something extremely powerful. The ability to control technology, it sounded versatile enough...' He made the wish as a certain, iron man in gold and red armour appeared at the forefront of his mind.
"Technokenesis. Well, did no expect that." The God said dryly. "You're going to need a good set of brains to get it to work through. Do you want those too?"
"Yes." Came the answer not a second later.
"Very well, one wish left." The God announced.
"Wait a minute, that counted?"
"Superhuman Intellect is an attribute most people would consider... well, superhuman."The God stated dryly again, and an awkward air hung for a moment.
After a brief huff of disapproval, Alan conceded. "Fine. One more, huh? Hmm..." After a moment of consideration, he wished for;
"Creativity" 'Being both logical and imaginative is the key to achieving greatness.' To him, his logic was sound.
"Technokenesis, Superhuman Intellect, and Creativity it is!" The God Announced. He made a gesture with his hand and Alan could feel some force tugging him. "You'll make a fine man..."
"I bid you farewell young Alan! Off you go now, you know the rules; Get lots of sunlight, don't eat the yellow snow, never press the Giant Red button, and you'll be just fine!" The God waved with his right hand as Alan was whisked away.
Bright lights flooded his vision as he flew away to this new world.
Then a thought entered his mind, what would his family do once they found his charred body in the Backyard?
He had always wished his body to be cremated in the event of his death, timely or untimely, so the Lightning had already done half the job. The only thing left was to burn the rest.
But ah, a few tears threatened to spill from his eyes when he tried to form the images of their grieving faces. His mother and father, his sister, maybe even his brother too, the moron who didn't know what to say from what to not. But still, he was his moron, maybe he'll find something to grieve about for him.
He wished they would play cheery songs of celebration at the funeral; and that, his family, would share a laugh and say nice things about his hair, while they drink and party themselves to not being able to tell two fingers from three.
But no one should go home in a car while they were like that; drinking and driving is never good, it's never good.
And, he could only hope they would not cry for him too much.
A hospital could be seen, behind it, the sky was dark and ominous. Lightning snaked across the clouds as the winds whistled. A woman's houling screams of pain could be heard through it all.
"Shh shh shh, He's almost out." Came the reassuring voice of a young woman in a nurse's attire. "Pushhh..." She calmly told the woman lying on the bed. The scene was of a woman giving birth.
One of the monitors in the room displayed her heart rate at 85 bpm. "I can see his head!" announced the Obstetrician. "Just a little more!"
Even as pain washed over her, Angelina pushed through. This may have been painful, but there was no way in hell it was enough to keep her down. She could hear the nurses trying to comfort her, feel the doctor lightly tugging Little Rei.
"Almost there!" announced the doctor. And with one final push, the baby was out. A bolt of lightning struck the parking lot, almost as if signifying the end of the endeavour.
Angelina was in a complete state of Euphoria. After a while, she could faintly hear the sound of a nurse running to the door, no doubt to get her husband. When she looked towards the doctor, she was greeted with a less than stellar sight. The umbilical cord had already been cut, and instead of passing Little Rei to her, the doctor was looking directly at him, still as a rock.
What's worse, Little Rei wasn't crying.
Dread washed over her, and her breath hitched in an instant.
Hitoshi was sitting Just outside the operation room. Three hours ago, he and his wife Angelina were driving home after a visit to the supermarket for some groceries. At about halfway on their way home, his wife suddenly yelped, she then proceeded to grip whatever she could out of discomfort. She had been pregnant with Little Rei for just over nine months now and already had her first labour not too long ago. Her state of distress could only mean one thing. It was time for Little Rei to be born.
Looking back now, he felt slight guilt about how happy he was on their way to the hospital. Though he did notice that Angel was not screaming as much as she did her first time.
After a while, the screaming stopped, things seemed to calm down. He released a breath he did not know he was holding. Soon after, a nurse opened the door beside him.
"Omura-Sama, you may come in now." She told the man. He got up and noticed immediately that his legs were weak. He also felt fairly lightheaded. As he stood at the doorway, a yelp coming from the nurse that had ushered him in, garnered his attention.
She was holding he hands to her mouth with a worried gaze facing forward. He followed her eyes, and his throat dried immediately after.
Let it be known that in his 20 years serving as Obstetrician, Dr Natsuki had seen all kinds of strange babies. Such was to be expected with the existence of quirks.
There would be the strange mutant here and there, but despite their appearances; they would behave like every other newborn he would deliver. Which was why it came as a surprise when this one, instead of wailing, stared directly at him with squinted eyes.
His attention was caught by a yelp that came from the doorway. Turning around, he saw the baby's father and a nurse, both adorned uneasy expressions on their face. Releasing how misinterpretable this situation was, he quickly made it to the mother, who also looked like she was on the verge of crying.
"It's okay, he's alright." He reassured her. She looked at him with confused eyes before turning to the baby. Without a second later, he handed him to her. "He's fine." He reassured her again.
As Angel took Little Rei from the doctor's hand. She couldn't help but notice that her baby was looking straight at her. Not in the general vicinity of her face. He locked his eyes with her, with an expression that seemed thoughtful.
Dr Natsuki excused himself and went to the door. "He's fine, just...odd." He told the father on his way out. After handling all the necessary paperwork and a brief shower, he would finally go home.
When the light died down. Alan felt weaker, a lot weaker. He also felt the sensation of being crushed in all directions by something that felt like flesh. Everything was wet, he couldn't even breathe properly if he tried.
'Where am I now?' He asked in irritation.
He felt something grab onto the top of his head that begun to lightly pull. He wished it would pull harder though. He couldn't move so he could do nothing to free himself from this predicament. Suddenly he heard a young, muffled feminine voice coming from outside.
An older, rougher voice was heard coming directly from above his head, this one more clear, speaking a language any well-cultured individual would be very fond of.
'Japanese?' He confusingly asked in thought. After a few more pulls, his head was out. A few pulls after that, and he was finally free. Oddly though, he could barely see. He swore his eyes were open, but the only thing he could make out was a figure, looming over him.
Luckily though, his vision cleared, albeit slowly. He could somewhat make out the features of a face. The eyes were the most prominent first, and shortly followed by the mouth.
Strangely though, whoever this person was, they were big. Or perhaps he was small. Judging by his head, one could compare their size difference to an adult holding a... newborn baby.
Bringing his arms up, he darted his head down to look at them, duly noting how much harder it had become to move his limbs. And as he looked at his tiny palms, he had confirmed his suspicion.
"A baby?" He tried to say, but could only produce the stereotypical sounds made by children his age. Alan did a double-take as he heard himself. He tried again to say something, but no comprehensible word would come out of his mouth. 'This sucks so much.'
When the god had offered him reincarnation. Of course, he would be reincarnated as a baby. He should have seen it coming a mile away and wished to be reincarnated as he was. Now that he didn't though, he was doomed to spend a few years as a helpless child.
And why japan? Was it because it popularized the isekai genre? Maybe that God just decided it would best fit the situation. No matter the answer, it would not change the fact that he would have to learn Japanese. Perhaps, he would have it easy due to his wish for intellectual genius.
He hoped.
He was jolted out of his thoughts when his handler brought him to a woman he assumed was his mother. As he was passing him on, he was saying something in a reassuring tone. When the woman warped her arms around him, he noticed how cold his body had been. 'So...warm' Alan thought after a moment's delay.
As he set his gaze on her, he saw a radiant smile and loving eyes, warmly looking back at him. He'd miss the slight traces of tears on the side of her face. Weirdly enough, she didn't look Japanese, but rather European. Blond hair, blue eyes, and a sharp, slightly upturned nose.
"My Rei." She lovingly said in English. "My Little Rei." She then proceeded to cradle him in her arms. Alan swore he never felt as warm as he did at that moment.
Their little intimate moment was interrupted by a man. He was kneeling by the left side of the bed, a warm smile also on his face. He had a single wet trail leading down from his left eye. 'Must be my new dad.' Alan theorized.
Unlike his new mother, the man was undoubtedly Japanese, or at the very least Asian. Black hair, black eyes, and a wider nose. After he said something to his mother in Japanese, with a bit of hesitation and a glare, she handed me over to him.
Though it was not as warm as his mother's, his father's arms felt safer, firmer. As his father carefully held him, he looked to his mother in a confused fashion. After a brief exchange, his father looked at him again, one eyebrow raised. He just shrugged and handed him over to his mother.
He got up, kissed his mother on the forehead, said something in Japanese, and left.
As he lay on a towel, his mother gently stroked his head while humming a calming melody. 'Maybe, maybe it won't suck too much.' He thought with a smile as he slowly drifted away to sleep.
Just a few minor changes and corrections.
And did I just add a character trait just for a throw away joke?
Yes,