I don't own anything from youjo senki, worm, or any other intellectual property referenced in this Story.
Thanks to PixelGMS for the CYOA that inspired me to wright this
Chapter 1
Why Me?
-May 8, 2005-
*Beep-Beep-Bleep*
I go to reach for my phone. It's not there, ok look for the sound and it's coming from an old digital alarm clock? Am I in my old room at my parents house? I reach and press the largest button. The alarm goes quiet. Swinging my legs off the side of the bed and out of the … pink blanket? Did mom give my room to my niece? I would think she would give her my sister's old room. Then again she visits more often than the other two and me. The room looks a little bigger than before. I guess it would without all my stuff being in it.
I go to hop off the bed and I miss calculate with my descent. I usually keep my legs bent at a small angle. The drop was a lot larger than half a foot.
*Bonk*
"Grunt"
So I ended up falling on my ass and hitting my head off the side of the bed. What a lovely way to start the day. Standing back up now. Heading toward the closet door I notice that it is really tall and the knob is at chest height.
*Click*
*Creak*
Now I'm at a loss. Why am I seeing a hallway? Walking down the hall, I was looking at the floor under the doors. Seeing one with linoleum flooring, I make my way over to it.
*Click*
It's the bathroom. Looking around I suddenly stop.
*stare*
Looking around without keeping my eyes off the image. Her eyes keep looking in the same directions at the same time as me. Reaching for my face, I see her hand mirroring m… im looking in a mirror? Of course i'm looking at mysel… I… I've always looked… no I don't look like a little blond girl. My eyes aren't blue, they are hazel. What is up with that marking on my… her arm?
*Gasp*
I was hit by a stray bullet on my way home from the store 3 years ago. No that's not right I got that in Norden obeying orders to hold the line till reinforcements came. No no no I never got shot and i definitely wasn't flying at any point in my life. How would I as a young man get shot? With the gun laws in jap… hold up.
"What the fuck is wrong with me?"
I'm an American! I'm from Mississippi! And I would be at the cow fields at that age! I haven't seen a city till I was 16. Let's take a moment to breathe in.
*Inhale*
And out.
*Exhale*
Ok. I got a whole set of conflicting memories. It looks to be 4 in total. One is me, an american male of 25 years of age. A japanese man… this mother fucker. I'm going to have to admit I'm jealous. He is more successful than me at my age. A 12 year old Little girl living in the bay on earth B… say what?
There's more earths? Why? A parahuman Tinker? Multiple dimensions were supposed to be just theory! WHAT THE FUCK! Super powers, the whole world has super powered people in it. The world I lived In Is not found or mentioned to the public.
This place Sucks, maybe I shouldn't have wanted a more realistic comic book world. I regret everything about that, can i get DC please? At least there aren't city destroying monsters that can't be stopped in DC. The bay has a steadily growing rate of parahumans. A Lot of them for one city.
Most of my scars are from being near one of the parahuman fights. I'm so accident prone that my parents decided that i should be homeschooled. To limit my movement. worried about my health and further accidents. Mom stays home with me and dad is the breadwinner.
The last set is of a 12 year old Maj… Ok somebody is fucking with me! I have memories of an anime character! Why? They're a fictional Character, not real, a product of someone's mind… right multiple dimensions. That can explain the japanese man, Tanya… Tanya B., and me. As our universes are similar with only a slight diff… ok it works because the japanese man is Tanya's first life. Going to Tanya A. 's world than here and me from mine to here.
Did I just kill a 12 year old? How could I have won a battle of wills with that man? Was it a fight between the 3 of us? How come I can't remember this fight? You would think something like that would be a core memory or something.
"Are you just going to keep looking at yourself or are you going to use the bathroom?"
Looking left I see my mom. Well I can see how I got my appearance. a very beautiful and attractive woman, almost doll-like in appearance, with light-blue eyes, a fair complexion, and a slender frame. She has waist-length golden hair with locks that frame her face and her hair is untied. She is in silky blue pajamas.
"Sorry mom, I was trying to remember. What i'm doing today?" I lie.
"It's a sunday. You have no school work. Breakfast is almost finished and you can help me clean up the house today." She responds immediately.
"Can I not, I want to relax on Sundays and not do chores." I attempt to counter. I could use this time to have my existential crisis.
"If you get them done fast enough. You can relax all day. Tell you what, we can play some music you want when we start cleaning." She leaves with that. I assume, to go finish making breakfast.
I should hop in the shower. Let's get this over with. I begin striping out of my white pajamas.
-One hot shower later-
Wrapping up in a green towel before leaving to my room. Searching through a couple drawers I find my clothing. Ok, first undergarments. I'm a little out of it because I have to put this on. I've seen and touched pantys with bras. I did laundry before with 4 women at home as a kid. I've even helped my girlfriend with her laundry as a teen. Even did my kids' laundry too. It just feels too close for comfort. I wore boxers, heck she wore boxers too. Degurechaff, what's his name, and me wore boxers. That's a 3 to 1 difference, let alone the ages combined. I guess I just got to get used to it.
The standard T-shirt and shorts are an easy choice. I take the towel with me on my way back to the bathroom. Hanging the towel back up on the wall and tossing the pajamas in the dirty hamper basket. Brushing my teeth and flossing my gums. That's a lot of bleeding, did she not floss before or only the front teeth.
I wander around the house, trying to find the kitchen. O, looky here at the hardwood floor Nice Nice Nice.
"Hey mom! Why the hardwood floor in the kitchen? I'm sure that you're not supposed to get it wet. The fridge and sink are water sources that could damage it." I'm genuinely interested in this. I've only had linoleum and tile flooring.
"Good morning sweetie, you are right about the water damage. That's if the floor is left to soak in it or be exposed for a long period of time. The fridge and the sink are not leaking. So the floor is fine. As for why we decided on it, it's because I liked the look of hardwood over other flooring. Your dad only let me get the kitchen. He picked the rest of the house. So you can ask him when he comes home, about the rest of the house." she explains, as she shuts off the stove and gets out the dishes.
"What are we eating?" I ask.
"Pancakes, bacon, and scrambled eggs." she stated.
Classic, can't go wrong with that. I walk over to a nearby table and grab a chair. Mom brings over the cups first with apple juice. Then she brought both of our plates. I wait for her to do something. She starts to eat the eggs. I go for the apple juice and drop the cup.
*Tsk*
"You were doing so well sweetie. Why are you dropping things again?" she questions me. She got up to get towels and another cup. Still should answer her.
"I fell and hit my head earlier this morning. I Guess I'm just having an off day." I Answer back.
"It's ok sweetie, we all have bad days. I just don't want you hurting yourself. Please be more aware of your environment." she politely reprimands me. She sat back down at the table.
Ok, focus, don't drop the cup. Get a larger grip than last time. With the cup finely in my hand I begin to have breakfast.
-Noon-
After breakfast, mom and I started to clean the house. She had me dust and mop the floors. She did the dishes and laundry. I had her play 80s Rock. I couldn't find any music I knew. It was not made yet or didn't exist. I KNOW Sir Mix-A-Lot's "baby got back" came out in 1992. This is a tragedy, that song is an american classic. Every American has heard the lines "I like big buts and I can not lie". Why am I burdened with being the only man to have listened to this masterpiece. I mean, her butt, is just so big. I can't believe it's just so round, it's like out there.
I Must Bring this to the masses. I just can't let the flame die out. On the bright side meny of the rock songs from the 80s are there. Spent most of the time with the Queen in the background. Yes "Another One Bites the Dust" is my highlight for this morning.
Apparently due to the parahumans existing, they are now the celebrities. My boy Johnny Depp was supposed to be Jack in 2003. This new captain Jack is some mask wearing loser. That fucker can't even act. They dropped Dead Man's Chest due to poor reception on the first movie.
"Mom, I've finished all the floors." I inform mom.
"Well you can help me with some things." She tells me. I'm beginning to see a pattern here.
-8:00 P.M.-
"Goodnight mom." I say as I walk towards my room.
"Goodnight Sweetie." She said as I was closing my door.
I crawl into my bed and begin to feel the day finally takes its toll. I noticed that we didnt have lunch and a salad for dinner. That has become every day for the past few years. We have one proper meal, skip one, and eat barely anything next or some variation of the three. I feel like crap. My muscles barely exist and I have barely any energy to play with. Walking fine, running for 1-2 minutes and I need 15 for rest. I could run 3 miles in 19 minutes and 10 to calm down not rest. I could have ran more but that's a high PFT score and they only measure for 3 miles. I probably could have 2 maybe 3 miles more before I'd be sucking in air like I did Earlier.
Mom… She keeps mentioning dad being away earning money for us. She makes remarks about my well being and education. I think she is doing that more for herself than for me. Did he abandon us? Did he die? Murdered? I want to believe that he is still here but the proof is all around me. I have five outfits, we don't have a car, and the last thing is our house. We only lived in this place for 3 weeks. We will be leaving for a new one friday. Just like clockwork. Most likely because I would notice if the water or power was going off.
She disappears Tuesday and Thursday. Probably when she goes to make money. Her eyes lose some color on those days. I still do my schooling on her laptop. I'm a good little girl… just let it happen. No use fighting myself on my gender. Let it transition naturally or die lonely.
She is making money for food and the phone bill that is fact. Don't really know how this laptop has the internet without a connection. Probably some tinker shenanigans. I know we used to be wealthy but that was when dad came home.
I don't notice the tears as I fall asleep.