Sometimes, certain things happened that made us question reality itself.
The 6-7 meme was one of those examples. It made us question how human beings can be this corny. How?
But right now, Ryan's opinions did not matter because what he was experiencing should not be possible. Not in reality, at least.
'Am I dreaming?!'
Ryan pulled at his cheek, feeling a burning sensation from the sensitivity. The pain told him that he was not dreaming.
'But—'
"—How could this... be real?"
The reason for Ryan's existential crisis right now was that he was not seeing his reflection. His average face, with black hair, was not staring back at him with hollow black eyes.
Instead, a face so handsome was staring back that it made Ryan question reality itself.
He was questioning reality too much today.
And...
He still didn't believe the reality.
So, he shook his hands and fingers, pulled at his cheeks, pulled on his hair, and felt the pain.
All of the action he did pointed out that the face he saw in the reflection was real, and Ryan really owned this new, hot, and sexy body.
"...My god... what the fuck is happening?"
What was happening right now blew any possibilities Ryan could imagine.
Kidnapping?
No way. They kidnapped and gave him a whole new body.
Prank?
If this was a prank, they really worked their asses off for pranking a broke-ass orphan. And Ryan really wouldn't feel bitter if they jumped out from nowhere and screamed "pranked," because they really deserved this much luxury.
Yet, these assumptions now looked wrong, considering that Ryan had a whole new body.
However, Ryan still could run his brain and think. It was an involuntary thing that happened without him being able to even make it out. He didn't know how the fuck it happened.
And, like that...
Thoughts appeared in his head.
'Perhaps, I have reincarnated.'
This thought seemed quite plausible considering the situation he was in.
He could have been killed by that psychopath on the bus.
And...
Then he must have woken up as this dude.
Proving his point was the girl talking to him as if they were familiar. There was a woman, too, before, whom the girl called "Mom."
She had come to wake him up.
All of this pointed very neatly towards the fact that he had reincarnated.
Ryan, coming to this conclusion, stared at his reflection and once more pulled on his cheek and stretched before leaving the skin as it flapped.
"Huu... Maybe I have really—"
'Reincarnated.'
Thinking this much made Ryan's head hurt. So, shaking his head, he stopped becoming Sherlock Holmes.
"I will know once I join them for breakfast."
'But, what if they start to suspect me, whether I am really the previous Ryan or not?'
"God! It's such a pain."
He muttered, biting on his nail as he started to pace back and forth in the bathroom.
"Ah, fuck it. I will go, not like I can run away."
'If shit happens, then happens.'
In the end, he concluded as he moved towards the sink to wash his face.
Sshhh
Splash
The water hit his face, wetting the skin as Ryan looked towards the mirror once again.
The reflection remained the same with only some changes.
A boy of the same age as him, 18 years old, was staring back at him. His hazel eyes peered into Ryan's as the wet wine-red hair stuck to his face.
Water dribbled across the milky-white skin, falling into the basin and breaking the room's silence with an echoing sound.
"...Isn't he too hot?!"
Ryan muttered in disbelief, gawking at his reflection.
'If this is reality, I am not that sad about being killed.'
***
Step step
"Oh, look who is here to grace us."
A sound of someone speaking entered Ryan's ear as he entered the dining hall. But Ryan's mind was somewhere else.
He was looking at the room, which looked like a place he should never step into. Because if he did, it would cost money, and he was a broke-ass orphan.
The person he had possessed was quite fucking rich, to the point that Ryan felt jealous of him.
Well, he felt jealous of many people.
Oblivious to Ryan's thought, the person once more spoke up.
"What are you gawking at, dude?"
'Damn, is this a palace or something?!'
Getting no reply from Ryan, the person turned towards the girl who had come to wake up Ryan.
"Did something happen to him?"
"No," she replied with a shake of her head without glancing at him as she turned towards Ryan in excitement. "Ryan, come here and sit next to your lovely sis."
The girl said, patting the chair next to her.
"No one took you seriously, haha."
A man, who looked to be in his 40s, laughed at the person who had commented on Ryan.
"Eh, I don't care."
"Oh!"
Ryan listened to their conversation, but something else had caught his attention.
'Sis!'
Ryan thought as he walked towards the girl, who was still patting the chair excitedly.
"Here, here."
Seeing her excitement, he nodded with awkwardness before taking the seat.
"Ah, yeah."
As Ryan sat down, someone spoke up from the kitchen area. Her voice matched the person whom the girl called "mom."
"Oh, everyone's here."
"Yes," the person who had commented on Ryan at first spoke up. "Everyone's here, so can we now eat breakfast, please? I am quite hungry, you see."
"Ok, ok."
She said, controlling a laugh.
As the breakfast was placed on the table. Ryan sneaked a glance at everyone present.
There were a total of six people, including him, present at the table.
At the head sat Ryan's new mom; on her right sat his new dad. On his front sat his brother, whom Ryan got to know due to the comments of his sister, who was sitting next to him, enjoying breakfast.
And lastly, there was the woman who was sitting next to his brother, his wife.
As Ryan glanced at everyone, not eating the breakfast, only poking at the omelet, someone touched his hands, spooking him.
"Eek!"
As his voice echoed in the very confines of the room, everyone turned to glance at him.
"What happened?"
His sister spoke first, looking at him.
"Ah, nothing. I was just thinking of something and got scared when Mother touched me, haha."
Ryan said, with an awkward laugh as he rubbed the back of his head.
"Who gets scared by someone's touch, pussy?"
His brother sneered, biting exaggeratedly on the omelet.
"Fuu..."
"Eek!"
"Hehe, what about now?"
His wife laughed at him as he rubbed his ears because she had blown air.
"T-thats—"
Sigh
Ryan's mother's sigh stole his attention as he turned towards her.
"You should eat; your whole plate is full. I just wanted to say this, son."
"Ah, yes."
Ryan nodded awkwardly.
"And what's up with calling me mother, huh?"
"Oh, t-that—"
"He must have watched some Awakeners interviews or some other weird shit. You know him."
The person next to her, Ryan's father, spoke, chewing on the apple.
"Yeah, how could I not know my lovely son?"
His mom spoke with a smile, rubbing his head.
"Eat now."
Her words made Ryan feel something he had never felt in his life. He felt loved.
Bamboozled by his beating heart, he hummed before stuffing his mouth with the omelet.
"Hm."
'Yeah, if this is reality, I am not that sad about being killed.'