Chapter 14
"Did you know that Hiraya is a former prostitute? She is a whore who lures married older men to get their money. She especially targets those filthy rich ones. Maybe she has a fetish on wrinkled skins of old men, or is obsessed with people like that."
"I am quite busy and am stable with my finances. How can I use my body for money if I am drained every day by doing my job properly and has many insurances and investments in different companies? I can burn money all I want. I am young and energetic to work with zest."
"Really? It does not show in her face. She has the face of an innocent woman like she is unable to do any wrongdoing. I thought she is too timid to do those kinds of things. The audacity of her, taking advantage of helpless lonely men who are begging for love and affection! How can she seduce rich old men if she has an unpretty face.? Every part of her average body is slightly askew. It is not like men will have their necks break when s
Chapter 15 "What a waste. You have it all, Sir. The looks, money, and fame, but you died at a very young age. Well, that is how life is. You will never know when your time is done. Rest well, Sir." The guy at the morgue who pushed Tanashiri's deathbed inside is a very courteous guy. He talks to every person that dies in the hospital he is in charge of, as if they are still alive. "For now, Sir, I will put you inside the freezer, I got to pee. I will leave you here for the meantime, to see if you will be that one in a million who will come back from the dead. But please, do not come back anymore. If that happens, maybe you will be a zombie. Toodles, see you tomorrow, or another day." The morgue guy wrapped Tanashiri's cold body in a blanket. "Asshole, you idiot, I am alive!" The young guy got out of the morgue to do his own thing. "Help! I am breathing! I am not dead! Get me out of here before I beat all your asses out!" Tanashi
Chapter 16 "It is too noisy here. What is happening?" At the start, Tanashiri hears all kinds of familiar noises. After remembering his father and his male savior's voices, he heard the noises of the hospital staff: shouting at each other to change the beddings to the best ones, whether it be the sheets and pillows, almost every after eight hours. They provide him with the best services because the private hospital is also known to be the corrupt officials' rest house: it admits the corrupt officials who pretend that they are sick to escape the public scrutiny. Almost all of them stay in the hospital for at most two years. "Wow, they are living up to their name." Tanashiri thought to himself. "Tanashiri has a monitor by his bedside that shows his heart's throbbing rate, breathing, blood pressure, intracranial pressure, and cerebral perfusion pressure. A bandage is wrapped around his head and this should be kept clean and dry at all times to avoi
Chapter 17 "Now I know, all people around me are lying to me. They are all poker-faced, wearing some well-made masks. The only one who is not lying to my face is my father, the one who has always beat me to death ever since I was a child. I hated him to the core, but after all these happenings, these tragedies, he is the only one who cared for me, sincerely, without ulterior motives." "I like knowing the fact that I really exist in the eyes of people around me as me, not just some scumbag son of a company owner. I feel less lonely. Living this shitty life is lonely itself, but them noticing me made me feel feelings I did not feel before. I would rather pick real insults than fake compliments." Tanashiri, the bad boy, is having an emotional and mental breakdown inside. He wanted to cry, loudly, to be heard by his father, as he regretted what he had done to his father, all his wrongdoings, but he cannot do it. He cannot wake up, hug him, and tell him that every
Chapter 18 It is an early Monday morning, and there’s an aching sensation in my chest. Why is my life this way? It is been months and I dreaming of that man every time I fell asleep who looks like me. I should be scared, because he looks like me, but I am not. Seeing him makes me feel at ease, and makes me want to talk to him some more. But when I try speaking to him in my dreams, I just wake up, not blurting even a single word to him. It is frustrating. “Hiraya, wake up!" I know who is screaming my name. The one shouting loudly is my mother. Hearing my name is very disappointing, sometimes, even disheartening. It is not like any other common Filipino names. Having that name makes me an easy target for bullies in school. My mother is a Filipino language teacher. She adores the Filipino language very much. My name means product of a person’s faith, ideas, and goals. Sometimes I am thankful to her for naming me Hiraya, because I usually do
Chapter 19 Tanashiri's POV (Speaking in the Filipino language) "Something is wrong. Something is really wrong. I can feel it." He turned around and scrutinized everything before his eyes. The snow he wants to feel and see when he was a toddler, was here, in front of him. Whenever his father promised to take him and his mother abroad to see some snow, he is always screaming with glee. He always had these sparkling eyes when his father mentions snow, except when he grew up to be a young man. That is when he realized that his father is only fooling him, giving false promises. His mother's lips are smiling, but her eyes are empty. His mother's face is painted vividly in his mind now that he is old enough to remember things and read between the lines. It is like her mother's face is painted gray, even if her smile and voice are sincere. His mother endured it all, all the sadness, and pretended that she is loved dearly.
Chapter 20 "The winter came in too early this year, I noticed. It is not the start of December, and here it is, the snow is already here." Tanashiri is walking hastily, speaking and blabbering about anything, even nonsensical things. But his wardrobe is hindering him from walking faster. He is irritated with what he is wearing, it is burdensome in weight. He is almost near to stumbling. He is slowly becoming another. "Master Qiu, you are becoming bizarre today. You are speaking things out of the blue. You never were like that in the past, you are always calculating and careful about what you are to say, and you do not speak when it is not necessary. You hated unnecessary noise, and now, you are saying something about the weather? Maybe the medicine you took yesterday just kicked in, or you have another serious illness right now. This must be really something." His servant noticed. Li Jhie, Master Qiu's most trusted servant, and his childhood friend is
Chapter 21 "Master Qiu, where are we really going? The servants are becoming tired and out of breath. Please be considerate, Master Qiu. You are wearing thick clothes made of silk and linen, the traditional clothes, and we are wearing thin ones. Please do not make us suffer this much." Li Jhie held into a canopy outside a restaurant. He wants to fall to his knees. He is tired. "Yep, it is cold. I am so sorry for making you tremble with cold. "You are my servants, all of you. You should take care of me and keep up with me, obeying my every order. Understood?" The servants are shocked by Master Qiu's rude response. He is usually kind and considerate in the past. "Okay, I am sorry." "Little kid, you should be kind, or else, I will fully take over your body, forever. You should know how to be considerate and polite, for your life is dependent on me. In this world, You are me, I own you fully. You should not do anything I do no
Chapter 22 "We are tied by our interaction strings again. Let us communicate with each other in a calmer and more diplomatic manner, okay? From now on, we can now use this body to talk and act in what we want, take turns some time, as long as it is with the prescribed conduct. Please use your common sense. You are already a young adult and can differentiate what is right from wrong." "Well, whatever floats your boat, Master Unknown." Master Qiu smiled at Tanashiri, and Tanashiri, in return, glared at him. Then, they both felt a familiar feeling-a feeling felt by every human; a threatening storm. Tanashiri is used to feeling this when he was in his own body. He is feeling this, every time, because he is a glutton. He wants to eat, every time and anytime. He loves food and will eat and buy what he wants. Because, well, he is filthy rich. He is fond of different cuisines. But his palate loves Asian cuisine the most. He loves stir-