Should’ve known

Guess what?

This world is actually the same world I was in before I died. Just few years in the future.

That means… the underworld should still be there right? I'm dying to get my revenge. That ungrateful bastrix… then again, what can I do with my current body?

And as you can tell by those people surrounding me, wearing black suit and basically, the classic gangster look, that my dad(or mom) is a gangster! Great… it's really great!!!

They should at least be strong enough to make one person disappear, right?

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This place I'm in, don't allow people to skip grades! I don't want to do through all that elementary stuff… seriously, even in my past life, learning multiplication in kindergarten was a normal thing!

"It's a good thing that we stopped you in time! You, go back to your class. And you, write a apology letter."

"Apology letter? Is this kindergarten?!(forgot that this was indeed, kindergarten.) and plus, he started it!"

Unfairness!!!

The teacher murmured something, just enough for me to hear. "Your fault for being born in a household like that…"

Did I hear this bastrix right?

I replied to his small comment, barely holding onto the double curse-word slipping off my tongue. "Ah, you already know what kind of family I have… I see… then you also know that I can make you disappear from this face of earth, right?"

Maybe a kindergartner saying this was a bit TOO much? The teacher stared at me with a shocked face.

Whatever… I'm a fool for believing that I'll have a normal family in this life.

All the kids were leaving, teachers announcing that this boring kindergarten ended.

Ah fu-

I had to rub my eyes a few times, because in front of me, was four men wearing black suit and sunglasses, in front of a black car…

The four men spotted me, then… came running at me while smiling, saying, "young masterrrrrrr" with sparkling eyes.

All eyes are on me now! F…

...

Home sweet home.

My last life's wish was a normal-happy-family. The "normal" part might be wayyyy off, but at least the happy(?) part came true.

"I'll hang you by a sparrow's claw and drop you off a cliff… who knows? Since your mouth is so light, the sparrow will not drop you." A man with long black hair falling behind his slander back, was whispering to another man's ear. It was a beautiful scene, just for the fact that the second man was tied up and bleeding while the first one was smiling while holding a gun to the second man's head.

Bang, blood everywhere… did I tell you I have mysophobia? It's something that my grandma and my mom had, now passed onto me. (In my last life)

"Dad, can you not do this in the living room?" I rolled my eyes.

"Oh sorry dear… just had… something to take care of." The man, which is my father, smiled at me. It was a different kind of smile then the one my dad gave to the thing that was now on the floor.

I couldn't control my face from becoming crumbled, "that thing you had to take care of, ruined our living room!"

"I'm sorry okay? I promise I'll clean it" his purple eyes looked as if tear drops were about to drip out of it.

I would've suspect that I'm not really his child if it wasn't for my rare purple eyes, why? He looks nothing like me! Black hair reaching his waist, his eyes always shaped like he is teasing you(and is)… me on the other hand? Silver hair and purple eyes, my eyes are a perfect round! Plus with the baby fat effect, I look like what you would call 'innocent' fok… even if it's the same purple eyes, it doesn't look a least bit similar at all! "Clean it now!" The sharp smell of iron kinda made me feel nostalgic… I wonder if my office is still there. I'll check on it someday.

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Yup, that someday is right now!

A tall white building stood… or at least it was supposed to be white.

A tall grey building stood over me. It might look as if the building would collapse any moment, but it's only to trick outsiders… just think that is the case. "I'm sure this place wasn't like this before I died…" (which was 71 years ago.)

A lot of thing happened while I was dead… some alien disease spreading and soon, an omega verse was in front of us.

But 15 years aren't that long ago! Some people I know is still alive! And my old family… they should be alive too.

Anyway, I touched the door.

[enter the code.]

I simply entered it. '1234'

The door clicked as it opened… "what in the world-"

Maybe all that ruined look was indeed to cover up this place. "The inside is cleaner than I thought?" (A meme only the Korean people will understand)

It was more cleaner then how I left it… did someone else get this office? But no way someone didn't change the password if they really bought this place or something. Plus, even if I die, no one should've been al-

Footsteps.

My current tiny body was enough to stuff my self into a corner. The shadows covering me.

The one who appeared just now had a red hair with brown eyes. Hmm… I feel like I've seen him before… who…?

Ah! My assistant! He's alive? That fricken dude killed me to 'get rid of the evidence' but let him live???

Welp, if it's that idiot, I don't need to hide. "Hey"

"Eeeeeeeeekkkkkkkkkkk!!!!!!" My assistant almost fell, barely grabbing onto a table. "Who?-"

"What are you doing?!" That idiot's hand were only one inch away from my most treasured sample. "That sample was hard to get! I should've fired you before I died."

"???" My assistant looked at me as if asking: 'what the flipping flip are you talking about?'

"Flint checkwooden, Birthday… don't remember. Total number of samples dropped: 3839, the number of times you got beaten up by me for that: 3839."

"How do you know that- wait, beaten up by you?" He pointed his finger at me.

"'You'? 'You'????? Phill, have you lived enough now?"

'Phill' was a nickname I always used to call him.

"Ari??"

"Don't call me by that name!!!"

My assistant's back straightened as he quickly said, "yes sir Ari!"

"I said don't call me by my nick name!" Even though I did work as a doctor, I had mannnnnyyyy other jobs.

"Sir Ariah!"

The only reason that I still haven't fired him even in my last moment… was because he helped me with my other jobs too. His skills are pretty decent too.

"I'm going to open this again and start taking patients."

"Ah sir… I'm afraid that's impossible…"

"? What's wrong?"

"After you died… some people found about your 'other' identities and are looking for you."

"Huh? Didn't I die? Why would they try to find me?"

"Um…" Phill stared at the floor, "someone took your dead body… more like I sold- uh… so someone took your dead body and that's why no one knows you died?"

"Sold?" My voice was obviously threatening to kill him here and now.

"Eeeek! I had to maintain this place!" Phill flinched.

Dear god- wait, killing another one won't matter right?

*ding!

A message at this perfect time?

[dad: you have an appointment to test what gender you are, remember? Congrats on becoming 12 BTW!]

I feel like just yesterday, I was in kindergarten… time really goes by fast.

"I'll deal with you later."