Description: Ziggurat does not bother to point out that he is not Michaela Konzern. In his past life, he used to be one of the brightest scientists that created the devastating and almighty Spiral Force, not a baby that survived Sudden Infant Death Syndrome.

Hijack

Chapter 0

Michaela Konzern is dead at one month old. For a few minutes, there seemed to be no hope. Just as their worst fears were about to come true, the baby takes a deep breath and let out a wail.

There were collective sighs of relief and nervous laughter from the group of men and women. There was a man who held her close as he cried; all the while saying that she was a miracle.

She does not bother to point out that she is not Michaela Konzern. It was a pretty name meant for a pretty young girl, not for a dead middle aged man that somehow hijacked her body. In her past life, she used to be one of the brightest scientists that created the devastating and almighty Spiral Force, not a baby that survived Sudden Infant Death Syndrome.

It was not like she could tell anyone even if she wanted to since she didn't have teeth and wasn't able to understand English.

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At two years of age, the false Michaela learned that she was daddy's precious girl and she could obtain virtually anything she wanted.

It was not like a grown man liked dolls or stuffed toys, but she pestered her father for them as that was what any spoiled girl would want. Her pink room was filled with mountains of toys and she would play with them all day, just like any girl would do.

No matter how skillfully crafted her facade would be, she would slip up by saying some fancy word or phrase that no two-year-old would be able to comprehend and get shocked stares from others. Whenever that happened, she would look at them with her innocent wide eyes and ask if they would like to play with her doll that she was holding. It always worked in diverting suspicion.

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At three years of age, her not-mother started to give her dirty looks and sneer nasty remarks her way. She soon learned that she was starting to excessively drink and smoke to beat the overwhelming stress that she accumulated at work. Apparently, it wasn't working and so she began to vent her anger on her daughter.

It was not like Michaela really cared. Her not-mother had always been an absent figure in her life, so it was usually her not-father that filled in the void. She always made some excuse about working overtime to complete her shots, while he always made room in his insanely busy schedule to spend time with his daughter.

To be honest, he was a really devoted parent and deserved more than his wife gave him credit for. The last time she had met him, he was a haughty and arrogant man who believed that the entire world belonged to him. After his soul-crushing defeat by Damian in the World Championships, it had been terribly easy to get hold of his fortune and blackmail him to work for her. Till now, she was having a hard time adjusting to his sudden personality change, and the fact that the man that used to work for her was now her father.

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At four years of age, Michaela found herself spending a lot of time with her uncle. Nero was basically a child in a man's body. He was an avid gamer and she would watch him play games on his Xbox, Gameboy, Nintendo DS and PC. Sometimes he would lend his console to her and she would purposely make her character spin in circles and get it killed by the enemies over and over again despite Nero extensively teaching her the controls.

Sometimes he would teach her how to beyblade. He would hold the launcher with her and attempt to launch the bey into the dish together. She would also purposely goof up and made many mistakes until managing to perfectly launch the bey on her fortieth try.

After all, she had to keep up the facade of a four-year-old girl who played with dolls and stuffed animals and doodled with fat crayons on colouring books all day.

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Michaela did not like school at all. Her past self was a top neurologist and she did exceptionally well in academics. She never failed to be the few top students in her schools, and she graduated with a D.O degree in one of the most prestigious universities in America. While the teacher was trying to engage the students in her lesson, she would gaze off into space being bored out of her mind. Whenever the teacher called her out to answer a question, she would always answer it correctly and with ease while enjoying the baffled look on the teacher's face.

Michaela had no intention of making any friends or being the teacher's favourite. It was just so much fun manipulating people to do and give whatever she pleased. It reminded her of the times she would seduce young bladers to join her academy, including Zeo Abyss in order to conduct studies on his friend Toby.

During dinner, she would ramble about whatever the teacher went through during lesson and games she played with her so called friends. Her parents would smile and nod their heads as they ate.

The only difference between them is that her father was genuine, while her mother was not.

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At the age of six, Michaela told her father that she wanted to pick up beyblading.

Her father immediately puts down his utensils and looked at her, almost like he was expecting to hear that request. "That's great. I heard that you've begun practising the basics with Uncle Nero?"

Over the course of two years, he had taught her the very basics of launching and the parts of a bey. She nodded.

Her father was more than happy to hire the best tutor in Europe for her, just like her other tutors for art, horse riding, piano and table tennis—they were all the best and thus very costly—but since she is dead and hijacked someone else's body, not-Michaela allowed herself to indulge in selfishness, just like how she demanded all those toys that took up nearly half of her bedroom. It was not a problem for her father since he was made out of money anyway.

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Just like herself, her father had many friends. However, most of them fell into the category of 'convenience friend'. They were only there to make business deals, earn favours and benefit the Konzern businesses. However, he did have three genuine friends that used to be his teammates during the previous World Championships: Wales, Sophie and Klaus. They would meet up annually during The Festival of Warriors (some sort of beyblade all-whites party) and special occasions such as his birthday, sometimes bringing their families along.

While Michaela did not care for such frivolities, she offered sweet smiles and childish pouts that won the hearts of many people, including his friends. She was showered with endless seas of praises and affectionate smiles, and every kid wanted to be her friend. Such a lovely child, they would say. You are lucky to have her as your daughter. They would say to her father.

Nobody knew that inside the doll of a child was a middle-aged man bored with her life and the world.

Inspired by the fanfic Twenty-three percent. I know that this chapter is similar to the fanfic and I should kill myself.

Yes, Ziggy is in a little girl's body and will be referring to himself as a she. Poor guy.