Goal, Insight, Smoothness - 2

Azure-colored strands of leaf-like hair covering my frontier, sliding back to the end of the neck. They are a perfect size, a mid-long, just my favorite. The shining black blending with the corners of my hair, acting as a catalyst to the allurement.

You know, how they say that everyone finds themselves beautiful when they look in the mirror. But this is not even my body and I already feel so seductively attracted towards it that if this body was of opposite gender… "heh, I don't want to imagine the possibilities!" Am I unconsciously acting like a pervert or this is normal?

But, even if I have to be serious, this guy is extraordinarily handsome. At least, I get a passive startup in this case. Eyes reflecting the gloss and value ability of a blue diamond, it just completely rejects my old and dull personality.

I dry my face off with the towel and move towards the shower. Yeah, their civilization is quite confusing. They have things that don't make sense and they don't have things that should make sense if the current situation makes sense without being any weirder. Well, it's a new world, so it is in my goodwill that I stop comparing it with Earth, or else I will lose the color of this fantasy just like my old self.

I take off all my clothes and rotate the shower handle. All of a sudden, the cold strings of water start to rain on my head, slowly covering the entire body with silent drops flowing over the smooth skin.

"Aha, this is the hardest part but it feels so refreshing after the water flows down through my spine," It's all good but I am always shocked to see my body structure. "I mean is this guy even human?" The smoothness of skin is just like some smooching doll but that's not the weird part. It's the transparent crystal right below the chest, and above the stomach, attached to my ribs.

When I looked at it the first time, I almost thought that someone drilled a hole inside my body. But then, it doesn't make sense so I examined it thoroughly by touching it all over my body.

And what I found was surprising but it makes sense if I perceive it with my amateur eyes. The shape of the object is just like a diamond crystal but it's transparent enough to confuse anyone. I read in the book that everyone has a life crystal inside them, so is it mine? Although it makes sense, I am still not sure since ignorance is better than a misconception.

Too much is going on but it's not affecting a bit of my life whatsoever so I can let it go on until needed some deep insight into it. This body is still kind of weak but I did recover some folds in these weeks.

After the shower, I dry my body on the hanger…no, just wipe it with a towel and hang that on the hanger. I wear the new clothes that Mom brought to me yesterday as a gift for such a big day. Of course, she didn't say it directly, but I am not that dense.

"Ah, it was refreshing." I return to my room and close the door. It's my habit to close the door when I am alone. Call it idiocy or insecurity, it's somewhat become my quirk.

I shake my head in order to dry off the slight wetness of the hair and then adjust them with both of my hands. I stand in front of the open window, looking at the rising Sun and the start of the normal scenario of the town. The shops, all open, the people, all going to work, and the alluring atmosphere.

"It's time to go downstairs, I guess." I know Mom is already awake so I should hurry. I push my fingers inside the gap between the holder and the glass and try to get it back to its initial position.

Although it wasn't as tough as opening it, it sure took a toll closing it again. To give my fingers and my fragile body some rest, I lay down in front of the table.

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"How long will it take, Ciel?!" I hear someone bawling from the other side of the door and yeah, she is my mom.

With weary eyes, I peer at the resonating door and sense the flow of the cold blood running down my legs, compelling me to close my eyes and understand the in-depth beauty of the fictional world that my brain had established for me, my sweet dreams.

I am not on drugs if you have any doubt about it.

"It's not the right time for you to hibernate," the knocks on the door cease for a moment, and then with a loud bang comes a high-pitched missile, "Get up you lazy ass bastard!!" completely obliterating my under-construction dreams, making me realize something.

'I was dozing off again,' My eyes widen up as if someone is trying to stretch my nerves from my pupils.

Currently, I am in a weird position.

My head fibbing against the hard corner of the wooden table, with the sheet interposing between us. My chest and the torso acting like a slide for Lilliput, or maybe acting as a bridge for insects, who knows. At last, my legs, starting from the hips, laying numb on the tiled surface with no care of the world, a perfect sleeping pose, isn't it?! …Probably not.

Pushing my hands against the surface, I push my body above and stand up, a little unbalanced, apparently a side-effect of being half-asleep. I am finally awake with the ability able to interpret my current situation. Just kidding.

"I was just wearing my pants Mom!" I look at the door with a grin and shout with the adequate vocal needed to reach the other side of the door without much effort. I wonder what her response will be.

"Are you wanking inside or what?!" With a subtle tone, she conveys what's in her mind right now without a damn filter.

"Mom!!" I shouted, contradicting her statement with a single word.

I am literally embarrassed to the core. This is the moment that is engraved in my memory forever. What, no, how did she even say that? As I already mentioned, I am quite used to it. I am still embarrassed though, don't take me wrong.

"Come out quickly now. I don't want to bribe the guard for you being late after feeding a lump of money to the school, for straight three years." After saying all this, she walks down the stairs, waiting for me to arrive, I daresay.

I don't think there's much to prepare since I am already done with the clothing. Just need my belt and the pockets. I walk towards the end of my cupboard and pick up the wooden sword stuck in a leather pocket, lying beside the left end of the cupboard.

"Yes, Good to go," I said while attaching the pocket to my belt, together with some spare packs. I unlock my door and start moving downstairs.

While halfway there, I look at my Mom standing, staring at me, or maybe not.

'Looks like I am not the center of the attention,' I mumble as the thing that allure her is not me but my unique clothing.

"How do I look, Mom?!" I am trying to act like this but to be frank, this is what she gave me to wear, so the answer's simple.

She sets aside the strands of hair disrupting her view, with her nails and slides them to the back of the head, along the ears. With a smile on her face, she starts to speak, "That's a hundred zen cloth for you, truly a garbage," ah, I forgot to tell you, a cynical smile.