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When Cale woke up looking into a pitch black void, he didn’t freak out as this was now a bit more normal for him since this is the God of Death’s favorite way of talking to him.
So, Cale just made himself at home. Sitting on the couch and taking a cookie from the platter in front of him. Mmm, chocolate chip
But when he actually looked at the God he saw something that had him taken aback. On the God’s face was an expression of grief mixed with hesitance…?
“Cale…Sorry for taking you from your sleep so soon after you just started relaxing in life but this is urgent..” GoD spoke, his voice unnaturally serious making Cale stiffen.
It was unlike the GoD to sound so serious with him. “What’s going on?” He asked, placing down the cookie he was eating.
“Cale, my child. Something went wrong when you defeated White Star. Even with the dagger giving you a boost to Vitality of the Heart, it somehow damaged your soul. Your soul is now strained and cracked, quickly losing life essence.” GoD explains plainly.
Cale was shocked, but didn’t let it show on his face. Keeping up his stoic face. After he killed White Star, he had gotten more and more tired and weak as the days went on. But he didn’t think it was connected to his soul.
His reddish-brown eyes sharpen as he looks at the god. “How do you fix it?” He asked, his voice growing cold.
GoD sighs, putting his head in his hands. “You have to leave your current world. It’s actively harming your soul. You’ll be transported to a different world to heal.”
Cale narrowed his eyes as his brain gears started working. “What about my family? I’m sure they’ll panic if I suddenly disappear because of you.”
The god shakes his head. “Their memories will be wiped, you can’t go back to that world. If you do, your soul will continue to crack. When your soul truly breaks, you’ll no longer exist. Even me will not be able to stop you from fading.”
Cale’s eyes widen as he leans back against the couch. His heart clenches. He would be able to see his family anymore without it causing him pain, He won’t be able to see his children anymore without it almost killing him.
They would forget him. They could be at peace without him, they could be truly happy.
Cale let out a tense sigh as he felt pain in his heart as he saw flashes of his children’s faces. “Fine. What’s this new world like?”
GoD gave a small, sympathetic smile. “You’ll be placed in modern Tokyo as an heir to your Russian-Swedish parents' massive company, you’ll have a golden spoon in your mouth. You’ll keep your name since it matches with your parentage there. But, you’ll be an orphan with maids and butlers on your estate. You won’t take over until you're ready, which can never be if you’d like.” He said, clearly trying to hype it up to cheer up Cale.
Cale did like what he was hearing. Born with a golden spoon in his mouth and heir to a company? That just means he’s super rich! And he didn’t have to take over the company. He could deal with being an orphan, it wouldn’t be the first time.
But he couldn’t shake the feeling there was a catch. It was the God of Death after all.
“What’s the catch?” Cale said suddenly, staring at GoD with a stoic face but sharp eyes.
GoD felt a sweat drop run down his face. He laughed softly. “You’ll be de-aged to 15 and you’ll have to attend…a rich kid school.”
Cale stared at the god before putting his head in his hands muttering, “Fuckin God of Death….”
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The next time Cale opens his eyes he sees an unfamiliar ceiling. It was a bare beige and modern, nothing like his bedroom in the villa.
Wait…He’s not in the villa.
Cale sat up and looked around, then sleep finally left his mind as he remembered his conversation with GoD. He sighs and rubs the bridge of his nose.
He looks at his hand, seeing a smaller version of his previous body. He really is 15 now.
Cale looks around the bedroom he’s currently in. It was a more modern type of rich, unlike how his room was at the villa. He runs his hands over the blankets, they’re extremely high quality.
He then spots something next to him in bed. It was three plushies….One gray cat, one red cat, and..a blue eyed black dragon.
Cale’s heart clenched as he felt warmth near the corners of his eyes. Slightly shaky hands gently grabbed the three plushies, holding them close to his chest.
If Cale silently cried into the plushies that was for only him to know.
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After that small cry session-No, that is not what happened.
Cale looks over to his bedside table and sees a phone and a bottle of pills?
He picks up the bottle and reads it. He’s surprised when he sees GoD’s writing on a sticky note on it.
‘Cale,
If you’re reading this then the transfer was a success! Hope you heal well here.
You will still be affected by your injured soul, here it’ll be seen as a chronic illness. These pills will help whenever it’ll flare up. An injured soul will take awhile to heal.
God of Death’
Cale sighs as he reads the note. Great. He’ll have to deal with this for a while. He takes the note off the bottle and crumbles it up, placing the bottle back on the table. He then grabbed the phone. It was a smartphone with a…golden turtle symbol on the back. Huh, guess his family’s emblem is the same here.
He opens the phone and starts going through it, just to learn more about his life here.
His family’s company here is named Henituse Tech and Security, which seems very fitting. It’s a company that focuses on well, tech and security.
Cale can just find someone trustworthy to take over as he is not taking over a company. He still wants his slacker life.
He moves the blankets away, being careful as to not disrupt the plushies, as he moves out of the bed. His bare feet making a soft thump on the floor. He put some slippers on as he stood up. He places his phone in his pj pants pocket, Nice, silk. Cale looks around, he spots an empty spot on his dresser next to the small collection of extremely fancy colognes and jewelry collection.
He gently picks up the plushies, cradling them in his arms like they were his actual children. He places all three in the spot, they were safe there.
Cale heard his stomach grumble, right, it was morning and he hadn't eaten yet. He looked at the clock, it was 6:30. Early but not the earliest he’s been up. He still would’ve liked to sleep in.
He goes through his drawers to see what his clothing options were like. There was some nice stuff in there. All fairly simple, which he liked. He nods then spots hanging a purple uniform.
Cale walked over to it, looking it over. It was a pale purple blazer, a white button up shirt, some black dress pants, and some classic black dress shoes.
What an odd color for a school uniform. Cale sighed as he thought.
He pulled his phone back out and checked the date. It was monday, so he should get dressed for..ugh school. Cale was smart enough, thanks to being mentally older than 15, to breeze through. But he wants to slack and live a peaceful life now.
He throws his phone on his bed gently, taking the uniform off and getting dressed. It fit perfectly, like any super rich kid uniform would. Cale hums as he sees himself in the mirror, his young looking face can pull off anything.
Cale walks over to his jewelry to look at it. It was all fairly simple and elegant jewelry. He picks up some small sapphire earrings, they went well with his blood red hair. He finds the piercing hole and slid the earrings in. He then grabbed a black ribbon, tying his hair in a half up and half down style.
Just as he finishes he hears a knock at his door, “Master Cale, breakfast is done. Come out once you're finished getting ready.” A soft masculine voice said through the door before walking away.
It was odd not hearing Ron’s voice, it made his heart hurt. He would never miss that vicious old man right…?
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Cale made his way out of the room and to the dining room. Before he had quickly explored the manor, recording every inch. It was massive and from what Cale knows, this isn’t the only building on the property.
This isn’t a golden spoon, this is a diamond spoon!
Once in the dining room he finds only a single place set with a breakfast. Just some eggs, toast, and sausage. Cale sat in the seat and started to eat. It was good…but not as good as Beacrox’s.
After he ate, a young looking butler came to take his dishes. Murmuring a soft thanks, he gets up and makes his way out to the car. Cale grabbed the backpack that was prepared for him. He quickly looked inside, just some fancy school supplies that he probably won’t use. He’ll just keep his medicine and phone in his pockets.
Cale realized none of the maids and butlers spoke to him outside of informing him of things. Oh well, it wasn’t the first time he has dealt with this.
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It was a short drive to the school. The car Cale was in was nice, good leather seats and everything.
Once the car stopped in front of the..pink school, Cale got out of the car looking around. Some people stopped and looked at him since he was the new kid.
God, those dresses are kinda ugly. Even though Cale doesn't care about fashion even he knows puffy yellow dresses are not a good look.
He sighs as he carries his school bag over his shoulder. With instilled noble grace he walked to the front office, unaware that other students were staring at him with awe.
‘Who's this new boy-?’
‘He's so good looking! Do you think he'll be a host-’
‘He's like a fantasy noble-!’
Cale got his schedule and quickly recorded it. He looks around the light pink and lavender interior of the school, it has odd color choices. He sighs as he walks into his first class. He looks around the room for an empty seat, not noticing how everyone stopped talking once he walked in.
He spots an empty seat beside a brown haired boy(?) that was reading a book. He calmly walked over, lazy confidence in his stride. Cale looked at the student.
“Hey.” Cale spoke to the boy(?), his voice slightly accented. The boy(?) looks up at him as they put the book down. “Is the seat next to you taken?”
The boy(?) just looked at him with a surprised look, like they were expecting something different. Cale just sighs and sits in the seat, he already doesn't want to be here.
“You must be the transfer, sorry for not saying anything. You just surprised me.” Cale turned his head to see the boy(?) talking to him. His reddish-brown eyes looking at them. “I’m Haruhi Fujioka.” Haruhi introduced themselves.
Cale nods, “Cale Henituse.” He responds before turning his attention away from Haruhi.
Suddenly there were two orange blobs near their desks. He looks up to see two almost identical boys.
The twins were looking over Cale with a smile on their faces. Cale felt a slight chill at that smile.
“So you're the new transfer, hm?” The twin on the right said.
“Your red hair is very unique!” The one on the left continued.
Cale's eyebrow twitched as he was already annoyed by these twins even though they have only spoken one sentence each to him. He sighs softly.
“What do you two want? Who even are you two?” Cale said, a deadpan expression on his face. He just wanted to get through the day and go home.
“I'm Karou Hitachiin.” The one on the right, Karou, started.
“And I'm Hikaru Hitachiin!” The one on the left, Hikaru, also said.
“Cale Henituse. Now get to your seats, class is about to start.” Cale simply responded and shut down the conversation. Directing his attention to the front of the class as the teacher walked in.
He watches out of the corner of his eye the twins take their seats. He just has a feeling that these two will cause him nothing but trouble.
Cale misses his life back in Roan and the villa. After the war things were simple but now he will never see anyone again. They will not remember him..
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After classes, Cale was walking the hall holding a container full of apple pie. Despite not liking school, he hated the quietness back in his estate more. So he was just wandering.
His classes were simple and easy, his last class was home economics. It was something he didn't expect from a rich school. But he did it anyway.
Cale had surprisingly liked it. He already had cooking experience due to his life as Kim Rok Soo but he hasn't cooked it awhile since he had Beacrox at the time, now a different chef.
He's been craving Beacrox’s steaks and sweets…He'll probably never have them again.
Since he was a transfer once the teacher knew just how much he knew about cooking, he was given a free day as other students finished up on assignments.
Cale was craving something sweet at the time and with Records of Raon inching at the edge of his mind, he made an apple pie. Luckily the classroom had some fresh apples. It took him two tries to get the recipe just like Beacrox’s since he was working with modern ingredients, not medieval fantasy.
Once the pie was done and set a little, he ate a slice. It was good, he admits but…something was missing.
It wasn't soggy.
When class was done he had given the teacher a small slice to be graded like he's supposed to. He then boxed the rest up, decided to take it home.
That's where Cale is currently, wandering about to avoid going home.
He was currently walking down the hallway of what he assumed to be spare rooms. He walks by a room labeled Music Room 3 but pauses just as he passed the door. He heard voices and soft squealing.
Cale knew that if he went in the room, his peaceful life here would be over. But curiosity and boredom take over his rational thought. He walks back to the door and opens it silently, slipping in with his apple pie.
He was then blinded by roses, why roses???. He looks around, seeing couches with the majority of girls all over. Eating desserts and drinking tea while talking to a select number of boys.
He spots three familiar faces, two gingers and one brunette.
Dread fill him as he regrets his decision, he's not going to escape now will he?