Chapter 1: Farewell and transmigration?
Faint sobbing sounds could be heard from outside of a hospital VIP room. The one crying was a middle-aged woman who was holding the hand of the teenage boy who was lying peacefully on the white hospital bed.
Beside her was a middle-aged man who was trying his best to hold back his tears but was failing miserably.
The one lying on the bed was their only son and they loved him very much. Unfortunately, they discovered that their son had a rare disorder namely 'Friedreich's ataxia'. It is caused by a gene defect that is inherited from both parents. Symptoms often begin in late childhood and can include trouble walking, fatigue, changes in sensation, and slowed speech and they tend to get worse as they mostly die in their late teens.
But their situation was not that miserable as they had told him everything from the start and they were able to enjoy whole 16 years with him. Even though their son knew that he was going to die soon, there was never a moment in which he was sad. It was possible due to their and their son's efforts they were able to spend a merry time, which they would never forget about till the date of their death.
But the more time you spent with someone, the more difficult would be to part with them and in this case, it was their own son they had to part with, how could it be easy? Even though they were aware that a day like this would come and were steeling their hearts, when the actual time came they could not help but tear up.
Gazing at the smiling face of their son, memories flashed in front of them, like a short movie, from when he was born to the time he reached his 16th birthday.
"Mom, please pursue your dream of opening a restaurant. I know that because of me you were never able to do that. You too, Dad, strive to become the best photographer which you always wanted to." Their son told them with a wider smile.
If the tears of the couple from before could be compared to a river then now they should be comparable to a tsunami. They did not speak, just nodded their heads while tears flowed on their cheeks. It was not they did not want to speak, but they could not speak.
Their son also knew that so when he saw them nodding their heads, he also nodded his head approvingly, like a teacher glad with their student's homework.
"Mom, Dad, I will be going now. From now on, please live for yourselves and support each other …and maybe make another child." Their son said while chuckling a little at the end.
His parents also laughed a little as they cried. It was a very odd combination of expressions.
Their son did not speak anymore, nor did his eyes move. His chest, which had been moving up and down faintly a moment ago, had also stopped its movement. All that was left was his merrily smiling face which was there from the start.
There was silence in the room. Even though no one told them, they knew that their son had passed on.
"May you be happy in your next life, son."
. . .
I opened my eyes and glanced at the surroundings, mild shock evident in my eyes. I clenched and unclenched my fists several times while moving my legs.
"I am glad to be able to move my limbs but …where am I?" I asked to which no one replied. In the first place, I was the only one in the room.
As I looked around the room, chunks of new memories started pouring into my mind and I was experiencing a mild headache. I lied on the bed and closed my eyes, thinking that it might help.
Only after a good ten minutes, did the pain subside and the memories of this body and my previous life merged and became clearer.
"So …I reincarnated into Horimiya, no there are also people from other anime such as Eririn and Tomoya in the memories from my kindergarten." He muttered, slightly excited.
In his previous life, he was a huge fan of anime and comics, so he was a little excited to know that he is in the anime world. Fortunately, in this world, it is common to have multiple wives/girlfriends.
"Though I read many reincarnation novels and wished to be reincarnated because I could not make friends or a girlfriend in my pervious life as I knew that I was going to die soon, I did not expect it to really happen to me. But it's a pity that I did not get to meet Truck-kun." I sighed at the end, slightly disappointed.
"Though, I really am fortunate that I was able to say goodbye to my parents." I smiled brightly remembering my previous life's memories.
I got up from the bed and moved towards the full length mirror in the room. As soon as I looked at the reflection in the mirror, I whistled in admiration.
"I don't how this guy lived such a sad life with this handsome face. But no worries, I will live a happy life for you and me both."
In the mirror in front of him was a boy of average height and with a slim figure and pale skin. He is quite handsome and attractive with long lashes and a slightly feminine-looking face. He also has deep blue eyes, messy black hair that goes down to his nape with parted bangs and thin eyebrows. He has a total of nine piercings: four down each ear and one on his lip, all of which were done by him. He also had one on the tongue which closed over time. He also has a few dark-colored tattoos on his left shoulder, upper left arm and side.
"Haha …to think I reincarnated as Izumi Miya-"
"Izumi, dinner's ready!"
"Tch, didn't even let me finish… Coming!"
I quickly shut off the lights and door before heading towards the dining table.
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