The Voice On The Rival's Head

Chapter 0: Prologue

Life and death is something that comes without news, a flower can grow by arriving from the asphalt inserts and a new flame of life can be easily burned.

And that was how the flames of his life were charred because of a banana peel that was thrown away by someone negligently.

The day began with the usual day he lived, woke up, took a bath, got dressed and went out to buy breakfast and shop everyday.

'Is this how I'm going to die?' thought this person, this kind of death never came to his mind, it felt like in his life he did not ask for much, he did not ask for much, he only wanted a life that he could live quietly and a death that did not bother the surrounding people.

Surely this hope would not be granted because after he decided to step forward his destiny was locked, that one step made him thrown out of the roadside and right into the crowded highway.

He felt himself drifting slowly in the air, his eyes catching the fuso truck that was speeding towards him. The fuso truck that was traveling at a speed of a hundred kilometers per hour that in a few moments would meet his face.

Maybe this is what is called the gaze of death because as fast as the fuso truck drove everything felt slow for him, will he do the parody matrix, only that can move only his mind, only his mind, his body refused to move.

here he was, waiting for his ridiculous death by thinking about a movie that was over twenty years old.

He felt sorry for the man who was going to clean his body off this highway, in his mind he apologized to the environmental cleaners and the policemen who were going to clean his entrails.

However you turn this away from the so-called clean death he wanted, he thought his death would happen when he closed his eyes the night after work, led slowly by exhaustion to enter into eternal sleep, not this horrendous and chaotic death like this.

But when viewed with a positive side people will remember the way he died, how stupid that method of death is is still a death that can be remembered because not many people die from stepping on a banana peel and mentally fall in front of a speeding fuso truck. He'll definitely be in the morning coverage tomorrow, inevitably.

This caused things to go into his mind, going how he never achieved something that made him upright, how to just run his life by going with the flow, always give up when she thinks about trying to swim against him.

Maybe he should be grateful, indeed he is unlucky but many people who choose a destiny worse than him, at least he was born in a well-to-do family and died as a person who worked well, he said, there are many who do not give that opportunity, from a child who dies of cold on the road, or who lives without being able to move his body as if he were going to die. Maybe he should be grateful because this could be much worse... But he could not deny that in his heart there was a desire, a desire that came to the heads of many people.

'Perhaps if there's a next life I'll try to be someone worth remembering.' He thought, his eyes still staring at the nose of the fuso truck that was right in front of him.

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Everything's dark.

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"Huh"

His sight suddenly changed, missing crowded streets, bright sun, hot air and a flat and thick fuso grill. Around it there is a dim space made of wood that shows its age, around which a lot of furniture that feels familiar but also foreign. The furniture consists of 2 mattresses stacked and a closet containing children's clothing.

He tried to move his body but could not, his body moved on its own, as if he were going to watch a movie from the first point of view, unable to do what he decided to shut up and keep an eye on his circumstances.

He was a little surprised at the calmness of this state, he had just died and woke up in a place he did not recognize, in a body he could not control, he said, ordinary people would panic and not be able to think sanely in this state.

He follows the "body" movement, which begins to walk facing a closet, "his body" picking up a simple white dress similar to a negligee, his style reminding him of the medieval western film, he saw this dress was small, like for children under ten years old.

"he" put on the shirt and moved out, around which was a wooden wall that covered this long hallway, as he walked past several children wearing the same clothes, who were wearing the same, they perform a wide variety of tasks starting to clean the floor or wipe the walls.

From what he saw this place might be a children's dormitory or maybe an orphanage. A place like this reminded him of the illegal orphanage he was often with, he hoped this place was a legitimate place and not suspicious because the shadow that he would see child abuse gave him goosebumps.

Your emotions and thoughts are affected by your body, and panic and fear help you avoid the dangers that will overwhelm your body, such as people who develop a fear of fire after being hit by a fire, or a person who feels nervous when looking down from a high place, if he is not connected directly then it makes sense that he does not feel some emotions that he should feel.

He heard the talk of the owner of this body with the caretaker of this facility, he spoke of the task that the owner of this body was going to do and in their talk he found the name of the owner of this body; Verite, she seems to be a girl trusted by her caretaker. Verite was a name she had heard but she remembered where she heard it.

If only he could see Verite's face, Unfortunately this place had no mirrors and even if there was one he could only see what Verite saw.

And unsurprisingly the previous assumption was right, this place is an orphanage, the father named Jardi is one of the administrators of this place, this place, he gave this child a light task to make it easier for them to do the work after they got out of this place.

"Can you be Verite?" Say Mr. Jardi.

"Yes sir." Verite replied, she could not see his expression but at hearing the reticence of Verite.

"This is all you have to deliver." Mr. Jardi showed me some of the parcels that were behind him. "I told Helian to accompany you but I don't know where the boy is..."

"Let me take you, I can." Verite said, it seems like he doesn't want to go along with this 'Helian.

"Don't be so Verite, this is important to your experience." Say Mr. Jardi. "Bring him here and get this job done." Tell Mr. Jardi, his tone is rather firm.

"Good sir." Verite replied, his voice still showing reluctance.

Verite went to meet this 'Helian', he came out of this building and headed for what could be said to be a backyard, a backyard, in this place he could see a boy sitting under a tree.

Verite approached this brat, Since Verite was approaching with this brat he could see the face of this brat more clearly. This kid named Helian had blond hair and striking blue eyes, his face looking at Verite coldly(?) and she wears the same clothes as the children of this facility.

"Helian! Mr. Jardi's looking for you." Say Verite. "He has a duty for us."

Helian looked at Verite and turned her eyes away. "You go first, I'll catch up." Say, still don't see Verite.

Her answer seemed to make Verite unhappy as she could hear Verite taking her breath.

"Ahhh, you've always been this way! You think I'm gonna come here? whenever we have a task with you, you always don't want to come. What is my fault? You're just as common as everyone else." Ngomel Verite, show his annoyance.

It seemed like this happened to Verite and Helian often, Helian avoided Verite every time they served together, Perhaps out of hatred? Or the...

Helian dodged Verite's gaze by looking sideways. "...Sorry." He let out a small whisper. "That's not what I meant..."

"So what do you mean?" Verite asked, his tone slightly up, it seemed like his patience was getting drained with the plan's answer.

Ah... He understood now, Seeing the reaction of Verite and Helian, Verite who was angry because Helian was away from him and Helian who was unwilling to show her face to Verite, this smelled the smell of a childhood crush.

'Helian seems to like Verite but she is shy and ends up meeting him, cute.'

"Eh, does Helian like me?" Verite spoke as if he could hear me.

'Eh you can hear me?'