Chapitre 2: Who’s Kein?

Chapter 1: Who's Kein?

Professor's POV

I tried moving my body to feel any kind of reaction as I waited remembering I just got hit by a truck.

However, I find it weird that somehow I'm able to stay conscious even after that huge hit. I'm either assuming I'm in a coma, I died, or well I'm missing something.

She better live and give me grandbabies.

"Ugh... my back feels like it's about to break." I reached for my back that really felt like twigs, it was like something hit me so hard but I'm sure it wasn't bleeding.

I don't smell or feel any blood. Just a sting of pain.

"Watch your tone with me Kein. I have more where that came from."

What? Who said that? I opened my eyes only to see an old woman who was holding a whip. "What are you doing with that whip? Hold on, were you whipping me? Also who's Kein?" I asked innocently really not knowing where I am-

The old lady went eye wide not believing my words at all. She frowned and eyed me angrily, "Do you take me in for a fool, Kein?!"

In confusion I just looked around only to see the place looked old with wooden floors that were about to give up, the smell of alcohol, cigarettes, and hold on are those drugs on a table?

This old hag called me Kein... she looked around to see a lot of things scattered on the floor like a big mess. It seemed like there was a fight going on.

I looked at my wrist, my arms, and just my overall body that had a lot of bruises, cuts, and whip marks.

My arms and wrist seemed smaller too. Ugh, it doesn't take a genius to know what happened. "Did I just get transmigrated in another world?"

The old woman looked at me and gritted her teeth angry, whoops. I wonder how I am related to her anyways? "Kein, I will not take this attitude from you!"

Again with the Kein— but before I could ask for more questions- the stranger raises her whip and hits me right in my arm. I grit my teeth trying not to scream but it was too painful. "Who are you?! What do you want from me?"

Her face fumes red and angry, damn she looks like an overripe tomato and I bet from her perfume she's smelling like one too, "Who am I— I'M YOUR AUNT!"

Oh so she's my aunt? Well this body's aunt anyways. Kein's aunt. "This is why I told my sister to abort you— but no. I have another problem and another mouth to feed."

She shouted at me cracking the whip hitting my wrist leaving another red mark. Fucking hell lady that hurt.

Kein's aunt drags me by the shoulders, her fingernails digging into my shoulder. I grit my teeth in pain trying not to whimper. "You are not coming out of the closet until I say so. Now go and repent. NO DINNER FOR YOU, YOUNG LADY!"

She pushes me hard on a closet under the stairs as suddenly she locks the door. I saw a glowing blue light that surrounded the lock before I heard her footsteps vanishing.

I grab a hold of my shoulder before slumping onto the wall, tired, hurt, and hungry. That's the problem, no dinner for me but I can't believe elders beat up kids in this world.

It's kind of giving me the whole Harry Potter vibe you know. The wizard living in a closet under the stairs now we just need some magic to keep this whole shit going.

"For the record. I'm already out of the closet." I laughed at my own joke realizing it's so fucking lonely in this cramped place.

I'm going to get claustrophobic.

I took a deep breath and decided to look around this cramped place, maybe for something useful.

Well good to know I'm actually sitting on my bed. Apparently this is my room.

Well damn call me Harry Potter but female and gay. "So my name is... Kein?"

I searched around some more and found a diary. Typical, well at least I'll have more information into who I am and what I'm dealing with.

"Let's see... dear diary today I met a cute boy named Alexis and I liked his sister more. Well damn Kein is apparently gay too. Nice one sis." I continued reading the diary some more. I really wanna high five Kein.

Understanding the situation. My full name is Kein Rosenguard.

My family is from an almost fallen noble house.

My father got broke, my mom died after having me a few days, apparently I'm a bastard's kid and mom loved me too much so she kept me. My father kept me until he died and left me in aunt's care— my mom's real husband definitely didn't want to do anything with me. The scandals!

I took a glass shard and looked at my reflection.

I have blond hair, blue eyes, and tanned skin. From the looks of my aunt who has brown hair and green eyes.

I must've gotten some of my traits from my father. If anything I got good genes at least.

I apparently just turned 10 years old from a diary entry. It says here there were no cakes and the old hag made me work twice as much for my birthday present from her.

I snorted, "Wow what a bitch."

My aunt's name is Haren Rosenguard. From the diary entry she's the sister of my mother and she's a real bitch to me.

And you know if you get that H out and put K on it instead. We'll have Karen. I'm just saying it's definitely the most least liked names of all times now.

But it would totally fit her.

I tossed the diary away and found some first aid kit in the corner, very well hidden but my body reacted to it quite well.

I opened it up wanting to lessen the pain, I was surprised to see there were bandages and... potions with labels? As well as some money but the coins were really... gold and silver?! There was just one piece of gold and a few silver coins.

"Cool." I took one and raised it up analyzing the coin.

Nice though these can definitely be useful someday I just need to know what kind of currency they use around here. I lack the knowledge and I need a friend to guide me around.

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It felt so long as I shrank back into this closet. I didn't know I'll be hiding in a closet again but back on earth it was metaphorically and it's not really about my sexuality.

"Kein, get up and do your chores. Or else no more supper!" There was a loud bang on the closet as I saw blue glowing lights again on the lock.

The closet door opened and finally I could stretch my body out.

I looked at my bruised body, I took off my bandage and just cleaned the cuts and marks making sure to apply some ointment on it hopefully not leaving any scars.

They might get suspicious of why I suddenly have stuff like bandages and potions. I can't have that happening or else they might search the closet and find my money. I am not risking any of that shit.

I went out and did my chores. My body knows what to do, taking the mop, broom, sweeping around the garden and inside the small mansion. Apparently we live in a mansion with a fantasy setting background.

It would sound really amazing if only my situation was a little better but I have to tend to my given duties for now or else they might not feed me tonight.

"Hey Kein, you missed a spot." A boy with messy hair with a grin on his face kicked the bucket of water leaving the whole floor wet.

"What the heck are you doing?! I was cleaning that!" I told him off but apparently behind him was a cowering little boy that was like a copy paste version of him but paler, timid and shy? He also had cute glasses too.

"The hell? You're talking back to me now, Kein?" The same boy walked forward to meet my gaze, it was almost piercing and I don't even know what I did to deserve this kind of treatment.

"S-Stop... Lucas... She's already having troubles." The shy one tries to stop this rude one by pulling his sleeves away but Lucas pushes him and laughs.

I ran and quickly tried catching him before he got hurt but we ended up putting our heads together instead and we both held our foreheads in pain.

"HAHAHA what the heck! That was utterly hilarious!" (Lucas) laughed at us pointing a finger as I tried to get up.

I never wanted to slap a child so badly I won't feel guilty if I get sued for child abuse because this motherfucker deserves it. I heard someone weakly groaning and realized the shy one was hurt. "Oh no, you okay?"

I asked him and offered my hand. He looks at me surprised at my words. Maybe my cussing but still— he grabs my hand as I pull him up.

"Lenard, come on. She's not exactly family. She's like a bastard's child. With some dirty commoner blood on her you better wash your hands after. That's disgusting." (Lucas) laughed as he waved away leaving me with Lenard. "See you losers."

So we're family? Are these Aunt Haren's kids? Meaning these twins are my cousin? Lenard stood there like he was about to cry. He really did his best fighting off his brother.

He lets out a little sniffing sound before the mist fogged his glasses. I gave him a pat on the back. "You're a real man, Lenard. Thanks."

Lenard nods appreciatively happy as we both smiled at each other. "I-I... I'm sorry for my twin brother. I know we haven't talked but... even if mom says you're not family. He shouldn't still treat you like that."

I nodded. Thankful there's one angel in this family because I'm pretty sure the rest is a relative of Satan.

"Thank you for defending me but now I must continue doing some of my chores," I told him before giving a slight bow. I was about to grab the bucket that Lucas kicked before but realized Lenard grabbed it before me.

"I-I can help." he says, holding the bucket with desperate eyes.

I shrugged, not minding the company. It was getting a little lonely anyways so I just gave him a smile before going on with my chores. "Suit yourself."

We both worked through the chores. Surprisingly Aunt Haren saw us and didn't care seeing one of his sons cleaning that was supposed to be work meant for servants.

I feel like there's some sort of favoritism going here. I looked back at Lenard who was smiling while happily scrubbing the floor. I couldn't help feeling a little happy that I wasn't alone on this…

Well, at least I found my first friend here.

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