Chapter 1: Chapter 1
I expected to die alone but not when I'm just 18 years old. I almost finished school, I was so looking forward to it. Always sitting alone in class, being assigned to a group where I am the only one doing the work. The school mainly consisted of boys, so falling in love never happened. After I would graduate I would take a breather and visit an exotic country or something like that. I guess things don't go always as you want. If it were the case I would have a lot of friends and a girlfriend and everything from here an there. I'm not like I would be happy if I were in that situation. My big sister called people like me a loner. I have zero social skills and when someone is having a conversation next to me I never know when I could cut in and talk as well. So with that, I was regarded as a guy who speaks rarely.
First I wanted to speak more but later on from watching them from a distance, they seemed so annoying that I didn't bother anymore. I wonder where I am going, hell or heaven? I have always been obedient towards my parents and always respected them. I never committed a crime before. It was rather ironic that I died in a car accident. After school, I went to visit my sister and her kids after my stay I went home and got hit by a car. I felt a lot of pain and lost conscious. I woke up in the hospital feeling pain all over my body. I didn't feel like living anymore. I could see blurry people that I think was my family. I closed my eyes and left this world.
I was thinking that I would rest in peace now but I suffered pain instead. I couldn't move my ligaments but I was somehow moving. I thought that I am in some weird cramped space. I didn't know what kind of situation I was in. My head left the weird space and my vision was blurry I could only see some blobs standing around me. They were huge! The rest of my body left the tight space. The hurt I was feeling was unbearable that I started crying. "Omedetōgozaimasu! Sore was otokonokodesu! (Congratulations! It's a boy!)" I heard. What was this language? Before I knew it I lost conscious.
It has been 2 years since that day. I learned and to craw and shortly after that to walk. I learned how to talk but I don't talk that much. It was rather hard to believe but I have been reincarnated. The language used here is Japanese. With my chubby hands, I have been able to write some words in Japanese taught by my older sisters. In my previous life I only had one big sister but now I have a lot of them. They are all young and I am their cute baby brother. I think of them as a family even though we aren't related. I live in a pleasure district if you could say it in a more refined way. It is rather weird to live with them but I got used to it. Even though me being a boy I secretly followed the classes for the yujo to become an oiran. They had to be educated in a range of skills, including the traditional arts of sadō (tea ceremony), ikebana (flower arranging) and calligraphy. I also listen to them mastering certain instruments called the koto, shakuhachi, tsuzumi (hand drum) and shamisen.
The courtesan approached the tayū as she was asked. The courtesan had long pitch black hair, purple eyes, tanned skin, and a slender yet curvy body. She was a beauty but the same could be said for the woman in front of her. She was sitting in seiza in front of her table with some warm tea served. She had pale glossy skin, blue eyes, and long blond hair."Can I help you,tayū?" she asked. "Hana, you don't have to call me tayū. It has been a while since we have talked," she answered. Hana took a seat and saw her friend looking towards another direction. She followed the place where she was looking at and saw her son playing with the other girls from the brothel. "Is he the reason we haven't been talking so much?" the tayū asked. "It's not like that Risa. Yuki-chan is very smart for his age so he can take care of himself. And the other girls help him out as well." the young mother quickly answered."So his name is Yuki. I didn't know about that. You take care of him like as a mother should even though this isn't the environment a kid should grow up. You could have prevented birth." Risa uttered. She was still looking to her son. "His name Hiroyuki. Yuki is his nickname. I don't know what you are trying to say but if this why you called me to come here than I am leaving."
She stood up and tried to leave but suddenly the owner of the brothel Kurumi-sama. She is the one who manages everything in this brothel and allowed her son to live here when she decided to keep him. She opened the door and was standing in front of it."Hana-chan I was listening to your conversation. You should at least hear Risa-chan out. And Risa-chan there are things that aren't your business. Know your limits. So let's continue this conversation." She entered the room and took a seat, Hana mimicked her action. "Hana, I just want to tell you that it's better for the kid to go to an orphanage. This place isn't suited for raising kids you an I know it very well." Risa grabbed Hana's hand." Please consider my suggestion for his future." She smiled but she didn't notice the look on her friend's face. It was a saddened look. "Don't say that! You know what happens to kids like him in an orphanage, they don't take care of them and smart kids like him are picked out are trained to become murders for this rotten village! He will stay here and I will somehow get money from a rich person so he can go to school and find a good job." Risa was disappointed to hear her friend's answer "What are you saying, Hana! That child's father is a murderer! It's inevitable it's in their blood-"
Their discussion was interrupted by Kurumi slamming the table. It seems that only the owner of the brothel noticed the golden-haired kid with purple eyes opening the door. The young mother swiftly approached her child. "What's wrong, sweetheart?" He rubbed his tiny belly. He scratched his hair. " I am hungry. Can I eat lunch, Aunt Kurumi?" Hana looked at him. She knew he could talk but it was rare for him to do so. He nodded and pointed towards things more than he talked. He had inherited his father hair and his mother facial features. She smiled at him hoping puberty will do him good and make him more handsome than cute. "Let's have some lunch, brat," Kurumi said while she stood up. "And next time you knock on the door wait till you get an answer." The parent and her child both blushed. Risa as well, to think they were yelling at each other and didn't even notice or heard someone knocking on the door. As for Hiroyuki, he was ashamed that he went in without someone's approval. Hiroyuki apologized and left together with Kurumi. Now the two women were again alone in a room. "Hana, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to call your son a murderer. He hasn't done anything. As Kurumi-sama said I should know my limits." As Hana heard her apology she smiled softly. "It's okay. He is only 2 years old and looks at me, planning his future already. It's his choice to do what he wants and will just be there for him and help him decide his future." Risa grabbed both of her hands. "You sure are a good mother, I didn't expect that from you. Now enough about your son how did it feel to give birth." The two girls continued their dialogue.
After lunch, together with Aunt Kurumi, we went to get some dango but suddenly a blonde tanned man stood in front of us and took my hand.
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