A New Start?

__________ POV Beru__________

So... I guess scaring people has its consequence? Now everyone seems to think that I have some psychological problem.

But the psychiatrist that is tasked with making my profile hasn't found anything weird. So I guess I am completely healthy... Yeah!

The police didn't really like the fact that a reporter just waltzed in on a child that just returned to regular civilisation. So we kind of had to change hospitals.

Not that I minded or anything. The nurses there were already done with me.

At least this new hospital has a nice lady in it. She's a slim woman in her thirties, she also has medium length green hair and a pretty cute face.

Too bad she's got a ring on her finger. Ah! If only I was a few years older, I curse this life of mine!

Now, now. I did just say that she has a ring on her. But that rarely stopped me when I was out in my past life. Picking up married women from bars wasn't that difficult.

Usually, people that are in happy marriages don't spend their time alone in bars drinking. So it wasn't really all that scummy of me... Yeah.

And hey, get your mind out the gutter! I was many things, but never a predator! I much prefer sweet-talking women into sleeping with me than forcing them.

So, I still have a few things to think about, most of my time is spent watching cartoons and trying to draw. Well, I fail miserably because my hands aren't exactly made for complicated work...

It's hard to be an artist when your arms are actual deadly weapons, but I won't let that stop me! I have decided that I will become the best insectoid artist there is... Even if I am the only one.

After all, I still need a goal. I don't want to wander around aimlessly as I did in my past life. Getting carried away and doing whatever was asked of me.

I don't regret killing people or hurting them, I regret that I didn't do much of my own volition. The only time I did something like that was when I fled the gang life...

Becoming an artist is a bit of a joke, I'm sure I'll lose all interest in art in less than two weeks. But I still need to find something...

Oh my god... I just realised that I am having an existential crisis as a 5-year-old... Well, I guess a 6-year-old. My birthday is in a month, so it's the same thing.

Now that I think about it. I never actually celebrated a birthday...

Well, there was a time when my boss, Vladislav, decided to throw a huge party for me. It was in my last year of working with him. But I thought it was more of a formality than anything...

Now that I think about it, Vlad was really keen on keeping appearances. He often asked me to go play pool or go bowling with him. I guess he wanted to have a bodyguard around or something.

Oh well, I'll stop dwelling on the past. No reason to keep thinking about it, crime is boring anyway.

Most people say they do it because of freedom, but there's no such thing. You do something bad and the entire police force will be on your ass for years to come.

Now, I still have some principles from my past life. Like not being a snitch.

Because snitches don't actually get stitches... They get their feet encased in buckets of cement and get dropped into the ocean.

I know cuz I've done it before. Well, not the snitching part.

From what I understand, the police is planning to move me to a much safer orphanage. They even plan on keeping a close eye on me. But that will probably only last for a year or two.

Until the public loses interest in me and the police force doesn't get anything out of helping me anymore. That's usually how that song goes.

Well, maybe Japanese authorities are a bit different, so I don't actually know. But the ones in America sure are like that.

Basically, I've learned to tell how good a police force is. For example, if they find speaking to reporters and journalists a chore, then they might be good.

If they look forward to exposing their manifesto to the biggest audience, then they might want to become politicians and are therefore scum. My logic is sound!

I'm now getting tired of complimenting myself. So I will talk with that kind lady, Inko. Being a kid means that you get compliments for just about anything, and it's quite good for my ego.

The green-haired nurse approached me with a sweet smile on her face.

"How are you feeling today little Beru." This is the only situation where I will accept a woman calling me 'little'.

"I ~GoOd... HoW~YOu?" I'm starting to actually like speaking like this. It means I have an excuse not to talk much and just listen.

"Oh, I'm doing just fine! That's nice of you to ask! You are the nicest kid around." Oh lord! This woman is the only one willing to actually hug me. It feels nice, not in a weird way though.

I am far too young to even know what hormones are after all. I guess she's got a motherly charm and a large heart...

She would be shuffling my hair if I had any, she ended up rubbing my forehead and making my antennas flail around.

"You are so cute!" She said, gushing as she looked into my large eyes.

Now, that's something I don't hear all that often lately. I guess people all have their own tastes?

Still, this is why I like this lady, she doesn't even care about the weird looks her coworkers are giving her. She's just doing her best to cheer up an unfortunate child.

And, even as I am now, a young adult, it's nice to see someone actually care about you. After all, she has no actual reason to do this.

I've already seen that the job of a nurse isn't to make the patient happy. I mean, I wasn't expecting them to make me feel on cloud 9. But at least not make me feel like dirt.

This woman raises the bar quite a bit... Too bad I will have to move out of this shitty hospital soon.

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