Issac pov (MC pov).
I am 34 years old penniless foreigner in Tokyo. How did I find myself in this situation? I got pickpocketed when I didn't expect it.
(The day was really fun and I was really enjoying the city for real that theif had ruined the day for me).
While, I was going back to the hotel on foot. The whole way, I was muttering swears 🤬 under my breath. Not for anyone to hear. Just to calm myself down.
(If only I'd listened to Emma and waited for her, or even kept backup identification or cash separated from my wallet. I wouldn't have to go hotel on foot. And I don't even remember the rest of the way. To the hotel).
"Oh fuck!"
And if the day wasn't bad enough. It started raining out of nowhere. And from the looks of it, the rain will only get harder and harder. I could barely see the street ahead.
Next to me a very smelly guy with some blood coming out from his mouth and some questionable liquids in his clothes. (His pajamas from how old they are they had some unwashable stains, some marks from how many he had sweats coming out from his armpits. All of that not mentioning his trousers. And is he bare foot?)
(If I want to describe him in one word it will be [an Elephant]. It's better to keep that thought to myself, though.).
"Excuse me mister do you happen to know? Where is the Havana hotel? The 4 stars one." I said in Japanese for the guy next to me. He just looked at me with a disdainful eyes. Then, shrugs I just sighed. (Now I am literally homeless).
"Hey! listen to me, Nanahoshi."
"No, Shinohara you didn't even apologise, and still even continue to waste my time."
Looking at the three teenagers middle schoolers or high schoolers. I don't know a lot about this country education system. Two boys and a girl and they are arguing. No, actually, just one boy and the girl who are arguing. The other boy seemed to be playing peacemaker. But none of them realized they'd wandered into the middle of the road.
Before something happens to them. Part of me wanted to help them, but at the same time, another part of me wanted to ignore them and focus on my own mess. But for some reason, my foot moved on it's own towards them and the fat man did the same.
Then, out of nowhere, the fat man opened his mouth trying to shout. "Watch out!" But, no sound came out. Frustrated, he tried to run toward the kids instead, but the rain had turned the road into a slick trap. His feet slipped, and he crashed onto the pavement.
(Well, at least he tried I might thought bad of him out of no reason. He tried to help the kids out of goodness of his heart after all. Maybe, just maybe after I deal with this I will call him to the hotel to help him if he needed).
I shouted in English to catch their attention. "Watch out!"
As I shouted one of the boys hugged the girl. (The one who was arguing with her I think his name was shinohara). The other boy tried to get to the sidewalk. But, 'the damn muddy road' made him slip too and he fell on his face. (So, I had to get him out of the way first). As fast as, I carried and thrown him out of the way.
A blinding light 💡 flashed in the kids place. And it blinded me for a few seconds. I couldnt see anything. And suddenly I felt very strong pain in my back. And found myself flying in the air. 'Oh shit!' (That what I tried to say but only a groan of pain was produced). All of that because I got hit by the truck 🚚. And It hurta like hell.
When I hit the ground. The ground didn't stop the pain. It magnified it by a lot
My spine smashed by the impact. It wasn't broken it was shattered by the truck's impact on it. And because of that my nervous system is out I can no longer control or feel anything.
I tried to resist and stand up, but both of my legs are crushed. I couldn't even twitch a toe. Just numb weight, I'm barely feeling my hips.
And I felt intense pain from my Left when I focused at the pain, I found left my arm is gone. Maybe still attached, but I couldn't feel it anymore. Not mentioning trying to move it.
My Head is stuck looking towards the sky. My eyelids are stuck too. I only feels the rain washing it from the sky, my throat is just bleeding heavily into my mouth instead of producing sound calling for help. (All of my attempts to talk produces blood).
All I can do is coughing. And more blood getting through my mouth. At least the rain would wash it away. (That's when it hits me. Am I dying?)
(No. No, no, NO—I can't die here. Not like this. Not now. Not yet. Emma will never forgive you Issac Harold, if you widowed her like this. You promised her to adopt a child. When you get home since she can't get pregnant. You know it well she is saying it is a vacation. But she came here because japan is higher in medical field than South Africa she is.. she... ahh my breathing is very heavy).
(Stand up, you useless shit of a body, I won't die yet. Whether you like it or not).
(Stand up, please).
(It doesn't matter if I can't stand up, just keep going is sufficient please).
I was pleading to a dead body to hold on until help arrives.
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(Well that's my life I guess. At least I died a hero I hope this will be sufficient for entering heaven. I can't imagine selfless dad or pure mom in hell. Well I think when dad sees me. He will think I committed suicide. Because, before he died last year I was planning to do one, but failed).
Suddenly a strange voice stopped my thinking!
"Lades zaltok. Zenith!" (What the hell is that language, I probably should stop swearing. I am quite literally a smashed dying corpse on the road). Another voices can be heard but this time it appears to be that the screams of the fat man and the kid had awaken the neighbourhood and they had called both the police and ambulance for help. (How long have been I stuck like this? Is it an hour or two? I don't know).
(I don't know what will they do with police but I shouldn't care about that I supposed recite my beliefs but I can't even remember last time I was at church maybe 20 years ago).
Then the strange voices appeared again, but in higher volume this time. (Almost like some one screaming in my ear).
"Hahen faiom. Paul!" it is either I got strange hit on the head. (And strangely enough from the whole wasted body fo mine after the accident somehow this was the only place hadn't got any visible damage). It's either that or someone talking in unknown language to me.
(Which is hard considering the fact I can literally speak five different languages and I can understand another seven and I know many words in many languages due to entering many meetings around the world in Hope to improve medicines in Africa by learning from all the new inventions around the globe, and did this voice just said Paul isn't that my young brother name).
"Zaltok mouy haho. Zenith!" I think I did hit my head very hard because the voices didn't stop. I think they are just increasing.
(Still I can't understanding anything. But the words zaltok and Zenith are repeated for the second time).
"Hey! are you okay?" Said the fat man speaking to me. (Well, other than the intense pain on my back. And I can't feel my legs or my left arm. And I'm dying right now. Just you know pretty simple, I Just got hit by a truck nothing serious, but thanks for asking. That's the worst question to be asked in this situation. "Stupid"). God how much I wished to say the last word loud not just on my head.
"An unidentified dark-skinned foreigner man got hit by truck. He is done for. The witnesses says there were three high schoolers on the road. When the accident happened. Only one can be found. An intense search in the area is needed." said the policeman in the wireless police phone.
(For real this country and the discrimination in it, even though I am slightly brown they just going to treat me like monkey. Yes, it is 1000 time better than the past. Before, Mandela president-elect, they were gonna just ignore my skills in chemistry, physics, biology, high IQ scores and languages. They were gonna just drop me in the nearest military station. Because of my big build and my great skill in hand to hand fights. Well it doesn't matter now. If anything I regret not resigning with higher health insurance company).
(Well Emma you, Paul, Richard and if you still insist on continuing about adopting a child you all will have to just share 120k dollars, I hope they don't argue anymore after my death).
Another one of the voices appears again, but I decided to ignore them. And they continued for hours. While the doctors and nurses tries to keep me alive. With CPR, HIV and etc. If I will describe it, they doing it to perfect for unidentified black foreigner. (As they say. And did someone shout code delta? Is it this bad? At least until now no one said "DNR" so there is still hope).
(Oh right forget to mention the idiot think I'm deaf because he shouts every question he asks, the idiot think I can still use my vocal cords. If I can use them I will give him a medical advice or two. But the nurse over there wouldn't like to hear them with him).
(And this voices are going to drive me crazy if I outlived this somehow. I think I one of my priorities is visiting a rehabilitation centre. Because of the nonstop voices in my head only).
(But, I heard 5 words too much to be considered coincidence and they are [Zenith, Paul, Lilla, zatok and shinne] will Lilla that's a new name to me the fourth words I can't understand it and the last one is almost sounds as word death ☠ in Japanese. Well, who ever was saying this words. It isn't funny as sarcasm. But, it doesn't matter anymore the pulse are stopping anyway).
Things started to black out while the doctors tries to keep me with them with all they got. But the body is already done for. 'Well, see you in heaven Emma'
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Rudeus POV
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Suddenly after everything blacked out, I thought it was over. (And I should be prepared for my judgement). But what happened that, I started to see 2 very blurry shiluotes. Describing them will be giants. I am still trying to move my arm or make sound or even breath freely. Since I got hit by that truck. But, I couldn't.
After sometime of trying to make any sound, I was barely able to make a very hurt sound of pain. It can be heard from me, if you was very close to me, since I don't know why my vocal cords isn't working.
Suddenly one of the silhouettes came and lifted me, and started saying strange words. I only understood the word shinne. (She finished the words with it).
That apparently made me better slightly, because after she said it. And when she said it her hand lit a dim green light. And because of it my vision had become slightly better. (And why is the woman carrying me is crying?) Anyway finally I can make an audible sound of pain. (Wait a second! How huge is this woman to be able to lift me this easily?)
The woman repated some word but add another (I think) and then said X-Shinne. (She finished her words with it). Her hand litted the whole room and my vision instantly became better and my cries of pain became like normal sound of crying newborn.
That's when. I realised many things in the next few seconds first there are three persons in the room a very good build man. (Destroyed my past proud muscles). He has dark blonde hair, green eyes mole below his left one. He wears golden earrings of somekind like part of the ear. (And did he have a ponytail?)
Also there was a very reserved woman on the corner of the room wearing an outdated maid outfit from the old big houses. She had too many sweat in her forehead. (Like she was in middle of war or something). She had maroon hair with .. is those purple eyes? I couldn't see them at first because of her glasses. Her hairstyle is a little bun.
And lastly the woman who I'm in her hands she is blonde with blue eyes, she is wearing a very sticky. (What can I this?) I will call it a nightgown. Since, I can't identify what is it. But describing it will be it's a very indefile dress. (I can barely see somethings I'm not supposed to see). The woman who is wearing it while carrying me. She has the most sweats of all of them. (Her hair style is very short ponytail).
(I didn't want to know. And before realising my state. I didn't want to imagine, what kind of fight they were in).
But, she is pretty all of them are very beautiful people. If anything I'm sure they are all can advertise in a face cream ads with these sweet faces. But the woman carrying me is on whole another level.
(Well, when I saw everything my brain finally decided to work and told me that I had died from the accident now I'm reincarnated and that's my new family).
I cried as hard as I could, finally making an audible sound. Everyone in the room sighed in relief.
(This wasn't rebirth. It was a coma dream. My brain is just hallucinating as a last joke. Wake up. WAKE UP.Please. But the pain was too sharp. And The blonde woman's hands are too warm. Oh God. It's real. What is that is this some kind of torture. I can't see either my alive family or the dead ones. that's must be hell, and why all of my body is in pain. Did the pain from the accident had reached this new body too? No, that's physically impossible. Then, I received a body of a dead kid. [Stillborn]. Oh fuck my luck. So even my second chance I received is a dead body. And they did revive me with CPR and the unnatural green light. .. No, it's must be my mind still hallucinating. And I will wake-up anytime now next to Emma, please God).
While I was crying from inside myself. The dark-haired blonde man or apparently my new father now celebrating like he really believed his dead child, had returned to life. Poor man his son probably is dead, and the one who will live on his body will never give you the right love you deserve. (Let's just hope I didn't kill his son by receiving this body).
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(Thinking about it why can't I see this through the end I am dead anyway. And I can't return to my family so. It doesn't matter anymore. I will take it like a test, a very hard one indeed. Starting all over with new family ignoring my past and memories, I just hope they don't hate me like the past one. And while enduring the unbearable pain, for this young couple. "Well mom, dad nice to meet you. I think").
When I said that on my brain I felt sudden urge to sleep. I didn't fight it and, I slept.