finally.
Finally
Final-F******-ly
Hi and welcome to another episode of Move soldier Baby-me, Move!
As you can clearly see, I'm trying to whip motivate my outer self into moving.
If you are familiar with any incarnation or recursion story, you know what I mean. In case you don't, here's the general summary of the genre:
Born again! Start practicing magic and sword young, become renowned as a child prodigy for being to walk and talk at six months, learning everything your magic/sword tutor has to offer in a few short years, become the strongest spellsword in fictional history, gather a harem/companions, suffer some unimaginable (yet somehow predictable) betrayal, miraculously recovers (by the power of love/nakama!) and defeat the evil demon overlord who actually trying to save his people from human scums (slavers), be hailed as the greatest hero of all time by filthy nobles as their henchmen enslaves the demon species, suffers a second betrayal at the hand of former comrades, rise up even stronger than before, become a king or a Emperor or God of murder, retires as a mysterious (and smelly) but wise sage living in seclusion in the deep mountains, find an unlikely, deserted child to be the Chosen One who will later save the world.
Rinse and Repeat. You know the drill, I know the drill, everybody know the drill. It's a set formula baby, and I for one say "If it ain't broken, don't fix it!"
Hell, I even got "The Chosen One" title to show for it. And yet, for some unreasonable reason (wait... does being unreasonable make a reason... somehow not a reason?!) I am locked in my own inner mind, got my body possessed by the real soul of the body, which I guess is fair enough, and can't do much more than watching through my baby self's eyes and occasionally sent feelings or sensations down to her. Scrap the last one, way too much effort.
I mean, seriously. Back when I wanted to get baby-me away from my over-clingy Father, I had to sent the feeling, the sense of discomfort at least a thousand times before she finally responded. Same when baby-me tried to eat her clay toys. It takes most of my energy just to sent down even the simplest feelings.
And my job is nearly 24/7 damn it!
Whenever baby-me does something dangerous, or seriously misbehave herself, both of which she does frequently, who do you think calms her down with soothing, happy feelings? or give her the sense to stay away from that spider? (Me! I want recognition for this! A medal! Nobel Prize for my peace efforts!)
Half of the time, when baby-me is awake, I am the greatest fairy godmother in the whole freaking imaginary world:
When she wakes up, she wants to eat her fingers. No! Bad baby! Activate gag response!
When she sees a spider, she wants to touch it. Ewwww! Danger! Danger! Cry baby! Cry!
When she sees Red (the maid, remember?), she wants breastfeeding.Bad baby! Wait for Mommy!
No baby-me! Don't put that in your mouth! Disgusted Feeling! C'mon, that is repulsive!
No baby-me, don't poke yourself with the teether! Endangered feeling!
Don't cry! Here delighted feelings! Happiness!
Unicorns! Rainbows! Unicorns sh*ting rainbows!
Oh you sh*t your diaper? Don't just sit there and smile! Cry! Attract attention! Change diaper! Stinky stinky!
As you can see, I've got quite the handful. Be grateful to me you peasants parents and maids, for taking care of your child, ME, when YOU should be doing the job!
Gods' balls, it doesn't even end when she goes to sleep. Did I not mention this job is 24/7? 'Cause it is. Seriously,
It's ok baby, its just a little nightmare! Don't be afraid!
It's alright baby-me, just a little flash of random colors I don't understand in a dream, don't be disturbed!
Be calm! There's is nothing to fear!
Sense of being protected! (you are, damn it!)
Calm. Peace. Be at ease, Tranquil mind.
Yuuuup, that's the other half of the time, when I feel like an old senile Jedi Master, telling my impulsive padawan to ignore his hatred and find nonexistent inner peace . Yes, excellent. Yes, just push that hate you have for corruption aside~ Yes, ignore the suffering of those in chains, like your dead mother was~ No, no, nononononono. Don't talk back! *smack head* It's diplomatic reasons! Push it aside! Yes, excellent. Excellent~Ignore them, so they can fester in your heart and make you into a real Sith! Hehehehehehe...
If there's anything I learned from this job after 7 months, it's that I ain't cut out for it at all!
Just to make it worse, those Int/Wis/Concentration stats I used to get easily from doing this barely appear anymore!
I hate to do all the complaining, but seriously I don't even get a title for taking care of my baby-self. No "caretaker" or "nurse" or "peacemaker" title whatsoever.
But that's not even half of it. Oh no, not by a loooooooooooooong shot. Hell no, I'll tell you what's even worse than constantly sending down feelings to save myself.
It's the Boredom! You would think observing a baby's life would be interesting right? Right? Well you're wrong. Dead wrong. Allow me to enlighten you in a completely unscientific manner.
Imagine doing only the same routine every single day. It's like a desk job, in a cubicle. A colorless, grey (Yes, grey is colorless. F*ck you, I don't care if grey is a color) cubicle. In a series of hundreds of cubicles, in a white air-conditioned room. Absolutely no sound beyond occasional quiet whispers. Given a tax file, whose name is blacked out on it, replaced by some indistinguishable serial number. You scan it, marks it down, and file it away. Receive the next one. Again. and Again. and Again.
You get what I mean? Good, 'cause that's just the start of it. Inception Time~~~~
Now, take away the cubicles, the white room, the other dead-eye workers, the illegal immigrant janitor you are ignoring like dog feces on the ground. Take away the sound of the air conditioning, the constant tapping of someone's pen on the table, the occasional whispers. Take away the sense of vibration through the floor, caused either by an ADHD intern (who will never land a full time job there) or your scrooge-y senile manager masturbating in his locked office. That or the new college-grad chick giving him a blowjob.
Then take away the lights. Not even that funny YouTube video the office worker of the month is watching remains. Take away the smell of the spoiled sandwich the fat guy next cubicle is eating. Take away that air-conditioned taste of the air you never even noticed before.
Nothing to touch, nothing to see, nothing to smell, nothing to hear, nothing to taste. No one to be with; Nothing to do.
Like some nobody club fighter once said, “It's only after we've lost everything that we're free to do anything.” You'd think that frees you up to do whatever you want, especially in a sanctuary where your imagination rules everything.
But noooooo! Nope! Do you seriously believe in that inspirational bullsh*t? It might be true for one man, a hundred men, or a billion men. But nothing is truly ever true. There is an exception to every rule, every guideline, every law, in and of itself.
When you are in a void, without really a purpose, and with seemingly limitless time, it's not that you are free to do everything.
It's that you realize, after doing everything, that nothing you have done is real. You have done it so many times that you lost count, and it lost its meaning. There is nothing to do.
That, my friend, is true boredom. And there is no escape, no shoulder to cry on. Nothing.
Like a truly soundless room, it drives you crazy. Crazy until you start questioning everything. Is this place real? Is this real life? Am I just a imaginary construct? Is Anything, real? What is real anyways? Who defines it? And who gave the definer the right to define it? What is meaning? Is meaning really necessary? What defines necessity?
You see, it's an self-propelled, endlessly negative cycle. Like a perpetual machine made by the Sith. Driven by boredom.
That is my present situation. (Mwahahaha, I'll bet some of you people forgot what this chapter is about after my selfish rant. Thank you for putting up with me if you actually read it all *bows*)
After the first week of the routine, it got so repetitive. I felt like I was on auto-pilot. Directing the baby from behind when needed, become tired in the process, staring into nothingness the rest of the time. I tried all those inspirational quotes in an attempt to cheer myself up. I tried all those psychological techniques I learned in my previous 130 years of living on good old Earth. At the beginning, everything worked, a little. Then none at all, because I only know so many of them, so they got repetitive as well.
Then I had the notion of pretending I'm on a reality show, as its host. Stuff like "Oh hi, Didn't see you there. Come in, come in~", as if there's actually anyone beyond the fourth wall reading it. A dairy maybe. A magical codex with personality. Pretending. And yet, the boredom simply grows on me, gnawing away at my sanity, chewing away at my very self. Half of the time I can't even tell what I'm missing, because I already forgot I had them in the first place.
It was, in every sense of the word, a living hell. And don't even get me on which hell it is; I've been down that alley countless times already.
Then, my salvation came. (On the 7th month according to my status window) In the form of baby-me's new method of movement.
Crawling.
yes! Yes! YES! She's moving on her own! Yes! finally something new! My boredom was relived at last. And that brings us up to the present. Oh, if only I'd known how exciting everything will be from now on, I would've had something to look forward to!
Pump the torso! Moving your arms soldier! Crawl! Crawling forward! Ever forward baby-me! I want to see Everything!
For once, there is so much to see! So much to explore! So many possibilities and vital informations I need to confirm with my own eyes!
And so, for once, I moved completely in concert with my baby self. Directing her toward what is more important instead of what is somehow sooooo interesting. I devoted myself completely to this task, tiring myself out completely after a full dead of it. Then I recuperates as baby-me slumbers away, her dreams somehow more peaceful even without my guidance now, going over what new things I saw today and make the best out of it as I can.
As far as I can see with my baby-self's crawling around in all the inconvenient places all day, I live in a mansion. I have yet to discover any other woman that Father is close with, so it seems monogamy is practiced here. In this household at least.
So far, I've counted 23 maids, and 1 butler overseeing them. Also another butler that's always waiting in a small attached room next to my father's office. And that's not even counting the guards I could see patrolling the estate outside.
Since I can't climb up stairs yet, I am confined to my third floor. Which is a floor too low to see over the guarded wall surrounding this place, so I have no idea what the outside world is like. Damn, so close.
So I tried going down a stair. Now, despite all my instructions to baby-me about how Slowly and Carefully she should be, we ended up falling down a few steps anyways. She cried like the world was ending. Seriously, it was just a few bruises.
She's unaccustomed to pain, I suppose. That's natural. And if we're going to do martial art training later, I better get her used to it.
This, of course, stirred up a whole shit-storm in the house. All the maids were running around in panic, and the butler was very displeased that he lost control for that few minutes. Mother was frantic, flustering around me like that will make it any better. It didn't.
At some point a few guards noticed the commotion they were making and bursted in, expecting intruders and assassins. Only to find a panicked maids. That look on their face was priceless. I saved it away for amusement later. Thank God he blessed me with photographic memory.
That also ended my month long reign of freedom.
From that point forward, Mother had me with her ALL the time.
Honestly, I don't know how I feel about it. It was both a blessing and a curse, oddly enough.
Do you want the bad news first or the good news first? Ah that's right, this is my writing, you don't have a voice here muwahahahahahaha... Ahem I apologize for my lack of manner... (meanwhile asserting my power hehehe...)
Let's get the bad news over with first.
First off, no more freedom and constantly being carried meant I stopped receiving physical stats most of the time. Although I've only worked off about 12 of those negative stats in each category, so 47 in total, it was a good start in my far too arrogant opinion. Sadly enough, I can clearly tell baby-me is getting Extremely spoiled with mother's constant presence.
At this rate, I'm going to end up as a Mother's child. Oh, what am I going to do, other boys are sure to pick up on it quickly.
Oh right, I'm not a man anymore, so I don't have to worry about that anymore. That's a blessing I suppose, though for some reason I felt slightly down at the thought for some reason.
On the other hand, the good news is that Mother has already recovered from child birth long, long, long time ago. And Mother is quite the athlete, I must say. She goes down the corridor faster than my baby-self can blink. Seriously, that is fearsome speed.
Did I mention Mother also seems to be some kind of spiderman? Not in the literal sense, of course. What I mean is that, unlike my awkward Father, Mother is bounded by the same Laws of Physics and gravity it seems.
She can actually walk or run on any wall, jump inhumane distances, and generally choose to do so. For example, Father would take the second corridor to the left then turn at the next intersection to reach the Left Wing of the manor.
Mother, on the other hand, would simply walk to the window and jump to a balcony of the Left Wing like it's nothing. Makes me wonder how all the time, since I'm always in her overprotective hold.
And get this, when she picks me up, she spreads some weird invisible force I can feel but not see over me and I stick to her arms like glue! No chance of falling off accidentally there. Out of all the people I've seen here, Mother is the only one able to do this.
Of course, Baby-Me is eating it up like a... well like a baby, I suppose, which is appropriate for us. No, her. Ugh, oh no, I'm starting to think in plurals instead of singular. Not good, must focus!
She would giggle and laugh every time Mother moves like superwoman. And that only encouraged Mother more. At least I don't get motion sickness like I used to back on Earth. That goodness.
The main benefit for me, of course, is that I finally could see over those walls. And boy, color me Very surprised.
First, let me just say I was expecting a country side, or a small town at most. Why? Because why else would you need these massive walls? This place is practically a fortress in its own right, except on a diminished scale.
So I was quite pleasantly surprised when I looked out from Mother's hold and saw... a city. An actual city. No skyscrapers as expected, but a city never the side.
I didn't get to look at all the areas around our manor that afternoon, only the North part, but that was amended two days later when I finally got Baby-me to tell Mother "Up! up! up!" about 50 times.
That got the massage across, and Mother simply walked us up to the roof as we demanded. I mean I. I demanded, through the baby. Ah screw it, we're two people with same underlying characteristics anyways, let's just use plural.
Of course, when I say 'simply' walked us up, I mean it. She didn't bother with the stairs. Oh no, I've never seen Mother bother with one. She simply walked out onto the balcony, then started walking on the walls. Straight Up.
Most efficient way I suppose. Baby-me wasn't scared at all since Mother's way of moving around is practically all she knows, but since I was different, I was still a bit afraid of the height and the obvious lack of safety gears.
Then I forgot my fear of heights, because of what I saw. Like before, to the North of the manor are the city. Same goes for the West side, except for a large river that cuts through the middle of it. On the East and South, however, are forests.
Real. Living. Forest.
Do you not realize how amazing that is? I mean, in the last 40 years of my previous life on old Earth during the 22th century, real forest were practically all gone.
Sure, there were a few reserves, but u won't see them against you fly to one of the remaining national parks. 22th century society pretty much destroyed Earth through pollution, and we failed in our endeavor to create a space elevator... not the best time to be alive, I'll admit. That is, if you are poor muwahhahahaha! Did you think I was one of those who suffered? Nah, I was the greatest scientist of all times! (self-proclaimed)
Soon enough, I got over my shock at the forest, and baby-me got tired so she went to sleep.
It's only 4 months later that I finally got Mother to carry me outside the mansion. Of course, Baby-me already learned how to talk and walk by then. Sadly enough, we didn't get much chance to walk around thanks to Mother's constant hugging.
If you're keeping counts, yup that is my first birthday in this life!
Happy Birthday me! My parents threw a private party that afternoon... and then my greatest triumph came.
As Mother leaned down to ask baby-me what she wants for her birthday, and baby-me faithfully told her that she "wanna go outside Mommy!"
You have no idea how long it took me to hypnotize her into saying that. 2 full months of sending her dreams of she saying those words to Mother while she sleeps. 2 full months. I had to make sure she learns how to say those words as well.
But, it was all worth it! Mwahahahaha I'm a genius! Praise me people!
"Sure honey, let Mommy get changed don't move ok? Good girl" Saying that, Mother sat me down on a chair while she went upstairs to find a dress to go out with.
I was expecting a set of normal outdoor wears, but Mother came back wearing something that surprised me.
She was wearing a full traditional Chinese Dress, for some reason.
"Aww sweetie do you like Mommy's new dress?" No, honestly I prefer the original one you were wearing. Speaking of which, why did she had to find a different dress to wear to go outside in the first place? Hmmm the world of women are confusing at times...
"You know, this is the dress I worn when I visited this city for the first time a decade ago. Don't you like it? hehe" Hmm perhaps I inherited my frequent urge to giggle and laugh from her.
"That certainly brings back memories." Father chimed in. Almost forgot he was still there for a minute. Shame. "You always look gorgeous in that dress dear."
"Of course I do~" Perhaps I also inherited this urge for praises from mother? Well, who knows.
"Be safe out there!" Father shouted as we left the front door. I thought he would've come with us on my first time out into the city, but then I realize it was impossible for him to match Mother's speed. I mean, I've never seen Father go faster than human limits like Mother frequently does. It's a good thing our estate was quite large.
Ah, we are approaching the front gates! Oooh I can't help but wonder what kind of stuff this world would have? It's a world with mana and magic after all, so there should be all kinds of weird, fantasy stuffs! Ohoho, I can feel that Baby-Me is sharing my excitement...
Either we just happens to be in sync or I'm getting better at sending her the feelings I want her to feel. Cross my fingers and hope its the latter.
Sadly, since I never received any skill for it, I don't actually know if I'm getting good at sending stuff mentally. Hmm I should find a better word for it... influencing? No... Imposing. That's word, probably. Hope I'm getting better at imposing my will on baby-me hehehe...
Then we were beyond the Gate, and into the city. There are tons of people on the streets, and carriages as well. There were no distinctions of walkways and driveways, however, which I thought was quite dangerous. Something I must fix when I gain control over this body and grow up!
Then, Mother being Mother, jumped onto the roof of a nearby inn so we can avoid the crowd.
I can already see a crowd of people gasping at us with mouth wide open down below. Man, if only I can get some mini-grenades and toss them down their throats... Whoa! Where did that random thought come from? Go away murderous thoughts!
I guess I do have a thing for bloodshed. Perhaps I never realized on Earth 'cause everyone goes into VR worlds and kill some monsters every now and then anyways.
Now I think about it, VR games are extremely violent, yet nobody seems to complain about them. At least not after they experienced VR for themselves.
Perhaps violence is simply part of the human nature? Food for thoughts, to be sure.
While I am pondering over such philosophical questions, Baby-Me is currently giggling non-stop as Mother flew over the city... literally.
Not the kind of flying you might expect from a superhero movie, but she's certainly running on air... somehow?
Note to self: MUST. LEARN. FROM. MOTHER! I want to be able to walk on air too!!! How is Mother doing this?!
Meanwhile, baby-me starts to droll and clapping away happily...
"Awwww sweetie do you like it when Mommy go fast? Do you? Do you???" Augh! I'm being face-rubbed again! A sign of affection, I understand, but Mother's quite strong.
Not that Baby-Me minds. I suppose she's already used to it. But, um, I'm not quite used to Mother's new speed as she is. Please, slow down Mother! I tries to get baby-me to tell mother to slow down...
"Mommy! Faster! Faster!"
Noooooo, what are you doing! This is ridiculous! What is this?! Some kind of Wuxia (That means martial arts) skill?
Holy sh*t, we're already past the city limits. And Mother's only speeding up?!
...How fast can people be with magic in this world? I really must find out, it's quite scary not knowing these things.
Then I saw a small of cloud forming around us for a second, even if I can't feel it under Mother's protection.
No wait, not a cloud.
Sweet Mother of God, we just went over the speed of sound didn't we? That was the freaking speed barrier wasn't it!
Holy cow! holy cow! Holy saint jes- Blah, I don't even know what I'm saying in my head. This is just too impossible. How can you expect a former scientist, a man who made the study of the laws of the world his profession? This is not possible!
...unless your Mother, I reflected.
Oh we stopped, on a mountain top.
Covered in snow, and I could see the wind blowing wildly around us.
How are we not freezing up?! I don't even feel the cold!
...Mother. Of course. I wanted to punch myself in the face for asking that stupid question. This only fueled my desire to learn the powers of this world!!!
One day! I swore to myself and nobody in particular, One day! I will be like Mother! Geeze, Father sure is useless...
It does make me wonder how could a ordinary looking military person like Father even managed to catch Mother's attention in the first place. And so far as I've seen, Father got none of Mother's powers. He can't walk on walls, move faster than sound, or doing something so I stick to her even if we're upside down.
And neither can anyone else in this city, I realized then. That's right, I've never seen anyone else does what Mother does, and there's also that crowd of gasping people when Mother jumped 4 stories up to the roof of that inn.
That makes both of us quite envious of Mother's skills. Perhaps just a little nudge would be enough to get Baby-Me to--
"Mommy! Me wanna fly too!" Baby-Me shouted as she looks at Mother's face. Man, we must look so cute, I can almost imagine it...
Wow this gender change thing is seriously messed up. Better not think that way!
"Aww sweetie, Mommy promise to teach you when you grow up, Ok?" Mother leaned in and rubbed my forehead affectionally.
What is with the adults in this world and wanting to rub a baby's skin? Ah, that's right, babies have soft, lovable skins, not to mention cute... I remember Elaine was just as cute too...
I can feel Baby-me's disappointment and her pouting face. Are we too spoiled?
Anyways, we started back, this time Mother didn't take us as high as she did when we came here. Not that we used the road either.
You know how those ninjas run on top of trees and stuff? Yeah, its like that, just much much faster.
Ooh I can see the walls of the city again! Wait what is that?
I guess our estate's on one of the edge of the city, but in the direct center of the city was a elevated... fortress? Yeah fortress, that's the word.
It's strangely familiar somehow...
Spoiler :
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I decided to investigate whatever that is later if I can.
We're currently arriving at a marketplace... where nobody looks the least bit like Mother, at all. All blond hair and blue eyes white people like Father. (I'm not being racist, 'white people' is the actual term we refer to Westerners as in Chinese)
Anyways, it seems Mother's here to pick up something?
Oh, never mind that, she's definitely here for a different reason. I don't think Mother ever bothers going to the market herself anyways, that's our maid's job.
Nope, Mother walked up to a lady I don't know and started chatting about someth... OH!! A playdate! sweet! I have never met someone my age here before! Yes, yes, yes!!!
Ha, don't get too overexcited, I reminded myself and baby-me. Still, being the only child in the mansion is getting kind of lonely. Hmm it's set a week from today, when this auntie will come over for Tea with her daughters... twin daughters.
Sometimes I wish I have a twin sibling to play around with.
Then we started walking with auntie down some road I don't know. Is it just me or did we accidentally walk into a bad neighborhood?
Of course, Baby-Me has absolutely no clue whatsoever. I doubt Mother or this auntie noticed either, seeing how engaged in their conversation they are.
The streets looked more shabby the further we walk. Then the street lamps that I've seen through out the city... were gone.
Well, not completely gone, just destroyed. Why would anyone do that?
Probably to steal the Magic Device on top of it that casts light like a light bulb, I rationalized to myself. It's the first and so far, only, widespread used Magic Device I've seen so far in this world, and Mother's Chinese Dress doesn't allow her to carry anything on it from the look of it.
Honestly, what is with women's dresses and lack of pockets?
Either way, my train of thought is interrupted a second later.
A door in a shady-looking alley bursted open, and a poorly dressed young girl ran out, shutting the door behind her hard. A second later, two burly man bursted right through the sturdy wooden door. They looked more like bodybuilders... fat bodybuilders. Guards?
Then the girl saw the three of us walking there. No! Don't run here! Go away danger!
... is what I wanted to shout out. But of course, I'm in my inner mind. Damn! :(
That's when a strange thing happened. Mother, who's usually so overprotective of us that I'm constantly being carried at her chest-level, turned toward the mysterious auntie and handed me to her.
"Take care of my girl for a second, Julia. I'll go see what this ruckus is all about. It won't take a minute." Saying that, I have been handed over by Mother. Well, that's a first, beside handing me to Father occasionally, of course.
Then Mother used instantaneous movement and got between the run-down looking girl and her two pursuers. Yes, I said instantaneous movement, because it is. Faster than she had ever moved around with me in her arms before, and I did register a Mother-sized sonic boom. How that works is beyond me at the moment, but both baby-me and I watched in fascination.
Eeeeeeeeeexcept Auntie Julia covered my eyes at that moment.
"It's be over in a flash, little one. Be good now and don't give auntie any trouble, Ok?" I turned toward the sound of her face a bit and saw her gently smiling at me. Why? Is there something I'm not supposed to see?
"Come over here, little miss, I won't hurt ya~" That's a line straight out of the villain's textbook! Mother, what have you done, handing me over to this 'Julia" woman???
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Then I felt another presence near me. A weak one. Weak and foreign. What a day, I signed inwardly. Gotta love birthdays.
Now then, I want to see what Mother is doing. If only auntie Julia' isn't covering my eyes!
Or if I can use my "Alpha Stigma" dojutsu... I mean skill!
That's right, I finally remembered where I had heard that name before! It's from an unpopular anime series with a corny name.
Spoiler :
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BUUUUUUUT, I don't like the look of ^That. Therefore, Pray's already red eyes will remain unchanged.
Here's a picture of Prey's eyes. Note, when she use her power (substituted here by alpha stigma skill), Pray's eyes turn more slitted and predator like hehehe...)
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It's a magic eye, or dojutsu if you are Japanese. Capable of seeing beyond barriers, naturally. Barriers like auntie Julia's hands. If only I am in control of the body! Or if Baby-Me activates the skill herself.
...Hang on... I can get her to do that! Alpha Stigma! Alpha Stigma! C'mon! Say Alpha Stigma! Alpha Stigma!
After about a thousand repeats, which only took a second in the real world due to my time acceleration in here, I finally got my outer self to mutter it!!! Oh I can't wait! I can already hear sounds of fighting... no more like people groaning. And I finally activated a skill I have in this world for the first time!
Granted, it's really Baby-Me that said it, but I was the one who encouraged her nevertheless!
Aha! There we go! The world turned into negative, which is quite a sight to behold.
Nonono, don't watch that build little me, turn right! Right! Rig- Ohohoho, what do we have here? Either the couple is extremely young and energetic or they're near the climax. Oh man, I haven't watch porn in such a long time! And a live one at that, hehehe...
Oh hell, I'm in the form of a girl now, damn it. *shudders* Oh god, what is happening to me? I'm not prepared for these kinds of thoughts!
Calm the f*ck down, I reprimanded myself! Direct baby-me toward those sounds of fighting!
With a great effort, I finally got little me to look at where Mother is.
.........
Amidst a mountain of corpses, Mother stood tall and untouched. I arrived at just the right time to see her pierce her hand right through a medieval looking chest armor. Right through the poor bastard's heart. There's also shivering people locked up in cages in the background, I noticed.
Don't tell me, slaves? Gaah, I want to take a piece of them too Mother! Why didn't you save some for me? *pouts cutely*
Just then, Mother whipped around, looking... directly at me! EEEEEEEEEEeeeeek!! What the hell?! How did she do that?! *startles, alarmed face*
"Mommmmy!!!" Little me waved happily at her. What. Are. You. Doing?!!!!! Damn! Baby-Me just blew my cover! DEFCON-5! DEFCON-5! Run away!
...Aaand as usual, I can't. That's just Pray that Little me's innocence will shield me from suspicion...
Mother got a look of shock on her face for some reason.
Then she got her face back under control and turned around to face the rest of the room. Swing her arms in a semi-circle horizontally like she's chopping her enemies into half, I watched as a burst of... Mana? Chi? Psion? ...something spread out in the same fashion and orderly slices open all of the cages in one fell swoop. Neat!
Then the police finally arrives. Late as usual. Looks like they are the same no matter what world it is. There's a tall looking man with glasses leading them, but in a different uniform. A detective in charge, probably. I have no clue about his other cosmetic appearances because I'm still viewing the world in negatives, so everything looks pretty much either white, dark blue, or just black.
I see them cautiously enters the door. Only to be pushed aside a moment later by a bunch of people emerging from behind it in rags. They look like the girl who bursted out here in the first place in terms of how they are dressed. Though they do vary in age and size by a large margin.
It looks like they are being taken into protection by the police, thank goodness.
Then the demon came out.
At least, I think that's what the detective thought when he saw Mother emerges from the dust cloud.
A women in traditional Xing-dress, unarmed but also untouched. Only one standing by the look of things. Which mean she might very well be the perpetrator behind this... massacre! *Special Investigator Amon thought to himself* I must be on guard around this strange woman. Only Xing woman I've seen outside of the textbooks, really.
To me though, it just looks like Mother, of course. That look of doubt on her face does bothers me though.
Right then, my sight abruptly returned to normal. Which, considering auntie Julia hasn't moved a inch since the start of this little unfortunately incident, means that I can't see anything through my covered eyes. I can still hear just fine though.
.........
"Stay away! Do not approach the civilians! Keep your hands where I can see them!" I hear someone shouts. If I must venture to guess, it's probably that detective person shouting at Mother. Not the brightest one are you? It's probably not a good idea to shout at Mother right now...
Yup! I hear the sounds of something breaking, and a scream accompanying it.
"AAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaah! My hand! What have you done?!"
"...Out of my way kid, I'm not in the mood to deal with you people right now. If you have a complaint, bring it to Brigadier General Anderson's Office to Central Command. That's enough, now get out of my way."
Then Mother is next to us again. I hear a whimpering sound behind Aunt Julia for some reason. Ah, probably that girl who escaped first.
I suppose a woman who can crush a fully grown man's hands like candy is to be feared by everyone, like the girl.
Except Aunt Julia, I can see hear smiling face out of the corner of my eyes. How can she smile at this?!
"You've gotten slow Silv, I'll bet I could've settled it in one go! Kukuku, perhaps we should have a rematch sometime?" Wow aunt Julia sure is confident! I wonder where she get that from, I need a dose or two of it please!
"Julie, you know you can never beat a Xing martial art priestess like me in practical combat. I'll rip you lightning alchemy apart! Besides, you know
your lightning alchemy is useless before someone with my bloodline." Mother answered evenly, like its just another common topic they can chat about over some tea and cookies.
There is something deeply wrong with this, i tell you! This is wrong, you hear me?! How can they be so... confident in themselves? Monstrous!
"You and your lightning esper powers. *sigh* you know Silv, this really brings up memory of the old days. Why haven't you visited me in so long." As they chat, auntie Julia uncovered my eyes and handed me back to Mother.
"Oh you know, I have to take care of my little Pray right here *I got a head-rub again* Aww would you just look at her face! Soooooo cute!!!! And you know how much I love cute things! I can't just leave my sweetie at home now could I?" I'm not quite sure if that last sentence is directed at me or at Aunt Julia, but really Mother, you are being overprotective!
"You could've just taken him to my house with you."
"... Point taken. But the same goes for you! Why didn't YOU visit us hmm?" Mother grinned at Aunt Julia, who grinned just right back at her. I can already foresee a staring contest... yup there we go, Aunt Julia got her armed crossed defensively over her chest now.
"I'd love to chat, Silvy, but I really must go now. The girls would be wondering why I'm not back from shopping yet. I for one am not a lazy lady having all the maids doing all my work for me. Hmmph!" With that last remark, Aunt Julia turned around and left. Except the little girl from before clung to her side like a pest.
"Oh let go! *bzzzt!*" Holy crap, she just snapped her fingers and a small lightning spark leapt out of it! It stunned the girl, knocking her out.
Before she can hit the floor, Aunt Julia caught her with one arm and hoisted the girl up.
"Here, consider her my present to you, little one! Hehehe..." She got a mischievous smile on her face. Hey wait! You can't just hand off someone like she's an object! That is inhumane!
"...Fine, we'll take care of her. But remember, if anything happens, it's on your head!" Mother agreed reluctantly.
Then the two frienemies departed from the scene. One carrying a basket full of goodies that makes me hungry just to think about them.
The other, a now stern looking woman in a traditional Chinese dress flying through the air of the city, far above the clustered roads. In one hand, a little, cute baby-girl that surely can't be older than a year old. In the other, an unconscious girl looking about 8 years old to me being carried like a sack of rice. Or wheat, grains, whatever.
It probably took around 12 and a half seconds to arrive at our mansion; I recognizes the Front Gate as we passes through it. Not that I'm counting or anything. *In denial*
Well, home sweet home, and I thought it was finally over. Man, that was exhausting to say the least. (Also 4 hours to write up ugh!)
...NOT!
Nope, as soon as we are back in our estate, Mother jumped straight into Father's study, crushing through the railing on the balcony, the front part of the granite balcony itself, then through the thick (bulletproof? Looks thick enough to me) window looking into the study.
"oh hi honey, your back early! How was, um, your little trip? Did you guys had fun?" Father gave a weak smile while his secretary (that's the other butler!) fled the room.
"Xix! Would you care to venture a guess as to what I happened across with our daughter today?" Mother asked in a dangerous tone. Veeeery dangerous tone. If I know anything at all from my marriage in my last life, now is the time for the man to get on his hands and knees and beg for forgiveness. Hope Father won't have to sleep on the couch tonight. (Though I must admit, we have quite the nice couches around this place; I love them! So soft and fluffy! Animal skins, probably, but who cares!)
"I'll give you a little hint. Here, see this girl? Mother hoisted the girl up for Father to see. That's when I finally noticed she had a skin colored chocker on. This world's version of slave collars?
"And what was our promise Xix? Have you forgotten already?" As Mother says that, she tosses the girl across the room, crushing her into the three curious maids who were peeking around the corner.
"Of course not dear! I mean, I still remember our pledge, really! I'll have my men on it right away! Yes! Right away dear! Now, please. If you could, just for little, you know..."
"Know WHAT? Xix?" Oh man, this can't get any better...
"... calm down?" Father timidly finished his sentence.
More like his Death Sentence, I mused to myself. Oh nononono, he just spoke the forbidden words. Poor Father, he'll be lucky if hears he end of this next month. (^^)
A week later... why a week later instead of a month later as you might have expected? Surely you haven't forgot about the playdate with aunt Julia's twins now have you?
A maid walked into the main receiving room on the second floor of the mansion, announcing that the carriage with "Lady Julia and her children" have arrived.
Meanwhile, Mother banished Father into his study. Apparently he's not to have any meal today until his subordinates completely clear out the scums in the slum.
Yikes! Note to self: Never piss off Mother. Ever.
Then they came in. More like bursting through the door, really.
Twins. Two girls who looks like the spitting image of each other, energetically running around and checking everything in the room. I see Aunt Julia a bit behind them, regally walking in.
Then the twins noticed me, sitting here on the floor. With my right thumb in my mouth to boot. Damn it baby-me, when did you do that without my notice?
"Mommy said sucking thumb is bad!" They spoke in unison. Completely in sync. It's creeping me out... Even their postures are identical!
"Hiiiii!" Little me apparently wasn't creeped out and proceeded to take a few seconds to stand up. Bravo, baby-me, bravo! Carry on!
"Who are you?!"
"I'm Pray! Who are you?"
"Now, now, kids, we need to introduce you properly." Ah, Aunt Julia finally got here it seems. She leans down and takes the two of them in her arms, much to their dismay.
"But Mommy~" "I wanted to touch her hair!"
"Ahem, Silvia, these are my daughters." Aunt Julia brought them to the couch facing Mother. I walked over to Mother and waved my arms so she would pick me up. Of course, she does, and I am now sitting on her knees facing the other three.
"This is Anne, and this is Jill. Say hi you two!" Is Anne the one on the right or Jill the one on the right? I have no idea, since Aunt Julia never specified
which one they are.
"Mommy can we get off the couch now?" It appears neither of them heard what Aunt Julia said. "No! Not until you behave yourselves!" She looked downright stern at that.
"How sweet, Julie, you must be a wonderful Mother" Mother smiled sarcastically as she casually replied. "This is Pray, my little girl. Be a good girl now and say hi to them Pray-dear."
"Hiiiiiiii!!!" Boy, Baby-Me never seems to run out of steam does she? So energetic all the time. What are they putting in the water here?
"Perhaps you have a little playroom for them to play together in?" It seems like the twins are quite the handful if she's that eager to get rid of them... then again they were running around like little devils just a few minutes ago.
"Of course, I have them prepared already." Saying that, Mother took the small summoning bell on the side table and gently rings it twice.
A maid is by our side even before the second bell rings out. Dang, that's some quality service right there!
"Take them to the play room, Amy. Stay there and play with them." Mother commanded the maid, who looks a little shaken and frightened at Mother's presence.
"Understood, madam. Little misses, please come with me." She gives a weak smile as she tugs the struggling twins after her, one in each hands, "Young master, please follow us."
Little me gives her a serious nod to show that she understands, and promptly leaps down from Mother's lap to follow Amy the maid.
Last I heard as baby-me walks out the room was Aunt Julia complaining to Mother about the girls,
*Sigh* "You know, Silv, it sure is nice to have a good daughter like yours. I can't find my girls in my own house half of the time! Not to mention they look so alike sometimes even Dry and I can't tell them apart! It's a nightmare!"
"At least you have a competent husband, Julie. My husband just gives me headaches! Here, I prepare some champaign for us to enjoy." Thought I can't see from the back of my head, I think Mother's probably pouring the champaign in to the glass by now.
And so with that *clink* of two champaign glasses chiming as they hit each other, I went into the playroom, where I'm about to play with two girls my age for the first time! Ooh, I'm so excited! Finally, someone who isn't a polite maid or Mother!
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Anne is currently holding my hand in hers- or is that Jill? I can't tell.
Seriously, even when they introduced themselves, they got it mixed up.
"HII! I'm Jill!"
"No, I'm Jill!"
"No, mommy said I'm Jill!"
"But daddy said your Anne and I'm Jill!" Oh goodness gracious, this is completely their parent's fault that they are confused!
It took about 10 seconds for the one on the left to back down. She looks more soft-hearted then her decisive looking sister. Yup, there's the teary eyes and pouting lips. "Bu-bu-but Momma said so!"
"Now, now, miss Jill, let's get you some clay to play with, Ok?" Amy steps in and takes Jill- I guess she's Jill now- up in her arms and takes her aside.
That brings us back to the present, with Anne holding my hand for some reason.
Aah, she's dragging me across the room to the door? What for? I can feel baby-me sharing my confusion.
"Zion! Bring the box! The one Mommy said I should give Pray and tell her it's my gift!"
"At once, young master" Holy! I almost sh*t my pants right then. There's a butler I don't recognize standing next to the door. I didn't even notice him there! Wha-what the hell?!
Then the butler went out and return a minute later with a large, wrapped up gift box. I wonder what's inside?
It appears the twins share my curiosity. Jill manages to shake off Amy's gentle hold on her and promptly run over to us.
"I wanna see toooo!" "Zion open it! open it!"
"Of course." The butler answers smoothly and proceeded to produce a small scissor out of thin air in his hand, and cuts through the top layer of the wrapping paper.
I leans in closer to take a better look, as does the twins by my two sides.
Inside the box are...
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...three Kittens!
Aww so cute!!! One is all Grey-ish white, and another is jet black, The one middle has black patterns running down her spine and is mostly brown otherwise, except for a few spots of black fur. All three of them have white fur near their nose and mouth, and they are looking at the three of us with those ooh so adoring eyes I want to snatch one and cuddle it!!!
"meow?" Aaah the brown-fur one just purred!
"She's mine!" Little-Me and I screams together as we reach down and grasps the kitten in my hands. She's about half the size I am! Perfect cuddling pet! Awww her fur are so soft and fluffy! Ooh her tails waving around so cutely that Little-Me can't help but reaches out to grab it!
"Ow!" She bit me! Well, her teeth are really small so if it was me from my last life, I probably wouldn't feel anything more then a tickle.
Unfortunately, Little-Me freaked out and drops the kitten, who promptly runs up the couch on the side of the room away from us! Come back kitten!
Meanwhile, back to Jill and Anne as little Pray chases after her kitten.
"I want the black one!" "I want the white one!" "I want the other one!" They said the last part in unison, glaring into each other's skulls.
"Little misses, how about this?" I hear the butler leans down and grasp the two kittens in his big, adult hands. How I can hear a motion is none of you damned business!
"Miss Anne said she wanted the white one first, so it's only fair that she gets it. Miss Jill said she wanted the black one first, so it's her right to claim the black one, don't you agree girls?" I think the butler Zion probably looks grandfatherly when he says that, because the twins only grumbled a bit and takes their kittens without question. Sebastian- Er, I mean Zion the butler- then takes the box away to who knows where. All I knows is that I don't see that large gift box anymore when I turned around, somehow.
We spent the rest of the day playing chase with our kittens, who runs all over the room and even over Amy the maid in the corner, standing like a piece of furniture as she watches three of us.
All in all, it was a fun day, even if nobody managed to catch their kittens.
Mother walked in with Aunt Jill beside her and promptly grasps cute kitten out of the bookcase she had climbed up on, and hands her to me. How does she know that one is mine? All in good times, my friend, all in good times... (Next chapter, fool! So stay tuned!)
Sebastian- No, I mean Zion, Ugh they look so alike I swear they could be twin brothers! -catches the two fleeing kittens again and holds them in his arms as he leads the twins out the door after Aunt Julia.
"Bye Pray!" "Come over with us!"
"Maybe next time, dears." Aunt Julia smiled down at the twins.
"Of course, it would be my pleasure." Mother answers as she waves around my hand in farewell. Hmm, perhaps I am using the phrase 'Of Course' a bit too much... nah like that matters!
"I'll see you next Sunday then!" "Byyyyyyyyyyyyyyye!" Aunt Julia walks off as her butler leads the twins by their hands. Where did the kittens go?
... Oh, I see them peeking out of Zion's pockets. Aren't they so cute? Well, not as cute as MY kitten!
... Who just ran away from me toward her sisters when Mother started waving my arms without a care in the world. No! Come back here kitten!
Mother told one of the patrolling guards to recover the kitten for me, and bring it to a maid when he's done.
They never stood a chance against such a cute, devious animal! Good, she's perfect for me mwuahahahahahaha!
Mother muttered something about "incompetent guards" and why did Father even hire them if they can't even catch a small kitten. That's before she steps out herself and leaps back a second later holding my kitten with her fingers and giving her back to me. Why couldn't she had done that sooner? I wanted my kitten!
Ah well, all's well ends well, as long as little me got her kitten, she's happy, as am I. A pet! This is going to be exciting! Not mention, even if Little-Me has forgotten already, we have another playdate at Anne and Jill's place next week! Yay Freedom! Hallelujah!
We then proceeds to fall asleep right on top of the squirming kitten, who's trying to escape my heavy body. Hehehe, this might just be it! I can tame her this way! Just wait 'till she gives up and fall asleep next to me...
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*One Month later*
So maybe my prediction was little off. Mother didn't cool off a month over the incident that occurred during my birthday.
In fact, she's pretty much still fuming about it. She tries to hide it from me when we're together, which is most of little-me's awake time, but I can tell from that tight look on her face. Or the occasional little twitch in her arms. Or her abnormally strong grip on us. It's a miracle she haven't crushed my bones yet... or is it?
Either way, Father's getting the short end of the stick by far, despite all his efforts to repair the situation.
I went over to Aunt Julia's house twice that month. They have a large, nice, Victorian-Era looking house. Almost large enough to be called a mansion, if only it has yards around it...
Oh, how about that little girl we also rescued? It turns out her name is Amy Sakura, the daughter of a Magician from Britannia... that's all we- I mean Mother- got out of her before she collapsed and started crying. What, you didn't notice? Yes, Amy did became our maid-in-training when Mother offered her a place here.
As she eventually calms down enough to talk again, she told us her sad story.
A girl growing up in a remote village in some nation called Britannia, I don't know what that is either... yet! Her mother died before she can remember, so her Father brought her up on his own. He was the village Magician, by the way.
Yeah, I said 'was'. The bandits who raided their village torched it, and even killed her Father, who was trying his best to protect her and the villagers against forty odd bandits on his own. Then they locked her and the other survivors up and moved them here, where she overheard one of the kidnappers said they will be sold off to 'Old Nobilities'.
Little did I know what was going to occur that night... boy color me surprised when I finds out much, Much later.
That night asserted my Mother's fearsome powers as... well, fearsome. I'm not sure how else I could've said that.
Oh, how about Red, the maid that used to care for me? Well, after my little 'incident' at the stairs, I've not seen her again since. Fired, probably. It's a sad reality, but at least Baby-Me has no clue about it. Most she did was to slightly tilt her head in an inquisitive manner and asked Father "Wheere's Reeeeed? Pray want Red!"
To be expected, Father didn't answer our question, but instead showed us another toy. Ha! I cannot be distracted by such obvious tacti- Oh damn it baby-me, you're already playing with that... oooh, a Rubik's cube! Nonono pray, turn the top part to the left! No don't turn it downward! Why are you making it worse?!
Ugh, as I was saying, there's no way such a toy could possibly distract me!
...Fine, I accept my defeat. Oh you will rue this day mister! Just you watch! *pouts*
"meow!" My kitten meows cutely next to me. Ooooh I just want to cuddle her all day! *Promptly forgets all about the first maid she met*
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Author's Note: Phew, that was probably the longest chapter I have typed up so far... let's see, how many words? Holy cow, just over 10 thousand words... that's certainly new! That's 26 pages if you don't know folks! Hurray for me! Speaking of which, I'll probably post a second chapter today. C'mon, you know you wanna know what the Mother did after our little new maid's story came out right?
That being said, please enjoy this next chapter of Wizard in Wonderland. And given the gender change I'd spontaneously chosen to give my MC last chapter, maybe I should change the title to Witch(er) in Wonderland... Witch of Terra?... Witch of Terror?... what the hell was I writing about?
...All new Title Suggestions are very much welcome. Please comment, and leave a title suggestion below. At the end of some yet determined time, I'll make a list of all suggestion (Ha! Like I'll get any, lol!) and make a poll. Democracy in the making process baby!
My original author's note... well ok, it's a rant, but its here if you want to see it. Viewer discretion advised, I was in a bit of a bad, sarcastic mood when I wrote this original A/N at 3 am last night... for some reason :P.
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...I interrupt this news broadcast to bring you the latest story on... Ok ok, I'm sorry! I'm sorry for disrupting your reading pleasure with this notice! BUT, it has come to my attention recently (& Ironically just recently), that I swear a lot. Yes, I won't deny it. (DON't read the next sentence, I dare you!) I swear like I f*cking don't f*cking give a f*cking sh*t for you f*ckers, f*ck!
*Clears throat* Ahem! What I'm trying to say is, I write my mind, without filters. At all. I am a very, as I like to call myself, spontaneously random person. Also lazy and prone to procrastination. Anyways, what you will find here is 99.99% true to what I have in mind. Reader Interactive? Well... that's a subjective term. I take it as I'm too lazy to decide so you guys do my work for me hehe~ SO, before I go on another tangent (-angle equals opposite over adjacent-)(Ah damn it I did it again :'( )
Er, as I was saying, this series will always contain expletives. Always, and that's not changing anytime soon. Wait wait wait don't break out the shoes and the whips and the rotten vegetables yet! Yes, yes, I'm sorry for making this author's note excessively long. (I could've done this in a single sentence, I suppose, but I won't. Because that is not me! It's my freedom of expression, so suck it!. 'Murica! *Machine Gun shots! Blitzz! blitzz!*)
Oh yeah, I'm also exploring this forum system's stuffs like you see in this sentence.
On a completely unrelated note, rotten vegetables you might want to throw at inept actors or imaginary authors if you are a Shakespearean-Era peasant would serve as great compost, so don't throw them at your most hated actor or annoying author!