Collision! Before I knew what was going on or my second foot had hit the ground, a man running very fast crashed into me. The man knocked me out of the way like I was nothing more than a leaf in his path! As I went down, my hand caught around a smooth leather strap, and I pulled it down with me.
I hit the ground hard, rolling to the side, and ended up clutching a bag. As I got my breath back, I could see the fancy purse I was holding. It was purple and looked to be of a higher quality.
Slowly, the sounds of the world came rushing back into me. I picked myself up and looked to where the man had been going, but I couldn't see him anymore. I clutched the bag I had grabbed tight to my chest, but now what?
"Are you alright? That guy moved you over like a car! But look what you hooked! You got the bag he stole! This thing will surely help us get big credits if we can find the person it was stolen from!" Trina exclaimed.
As Trina neared the end of her exciting speech, I could hear an angry female voice. It was coming behind me from the crowd. As the voice got closer, I started to hear many male voices calling out "My Lady" and "Duchess," and I turned to see what was going on.
The outraged face of a beautiful woman came storming into view. She was quite the woman, as my eye drew to her impressive chest. The child-like part of me tried to be embarrassed, but the man that was really on the inside enjoyed watching her run. A panting group of guards of different species followed her.
"Thief, Stop that damn thief! Are you all blind or just stupid?" The outraged woman screamed, but none of the pedestrians paid her mind. "Ignorance is bliss" seems to transcend universes.
As the woman got closer with the entourage that was chasing after her, I started to move towards her.
"Excuse me, miss," I said, walking into her path.
The woman was clearly about to trample me like freshly planted flowers but slowed and then stopped when she saw the bag I was holding. Her eyes lit up, and she ran at me fast, like scary fast. I was scooped into her arms and then pressed into the gap of her bulging and soft breasts.
"Where did you get this from?" the woman excitedly asked as she rubbed my little body like a towel across her chest, and I was in heaven.
Screw my past life! This kind of thing was what I was missing! What next? Maybe she has a super good looking daughter!
I had to keep coming up for air from the breast trap I had ever experienced, but I tried to answer her question.
"I came from... that alley, and someone... ran into me and... knocked me over, and... when I fell, my hand got... caught on this," I say in gasping breaths, each time I came up for air, holding the bag up.
The woman slowly pulled my face out of her chest folds and set me down, as my adult mind pleaded for it never to end. She took the purse and handed it to a guard panting less than the rest. She then looked me up and down but didn't see Trina moving around my head. The woman wore a red dress with a white scarf and a broad-brimmed beige hat.
I noticed the guard that she had handed the purse to was coming back from the place he had walked over to check the bag's contents. According to the expression the guard wore, everything must be alright and in place. The guard was human, but he was wearing a cloth gray overcoat with a pair of wide metal greaves and boots, giving him a mismatched appearance. The weirdest part was the helmet he wore with the visor down
"It's there, my Lady, along with everything else," The human head guard said, walking up close to speak, then stepping back.
"Well, this is quite remarkable. What made you stay with my purse? Didn't you think that it might have something valuable? It could have helped you out if I decided not to reward you."
Not reward me? I hadn't considered that, but was that how this was going to go? It wasn't like the woman had to reward me and it wasn't the end of my new life if she didn't, but the words she spoke hit home. Is the first nice thing I do is just another big laugh in my face?
Chapter 5: Stick It To Fate
Her words stuck in my thoughts, and I froze in my mess of thoughts, but the woman noticed that her words profoundly affected me, so she continued to speak.
"Don't worry, boy. I can see you are as poor as it gets down here in The Entry Home Land, but I can also see something hidden behind your eyes like you are more than what you seem. I was just walking through the noble district four, and that thief came out of nowhere," the lady put the back of her hand to her head and then turned it, feigning indignation.
"Sorry Mam, I just was in the right place at the right time to help, I guess," I say while scratching at my side.
The damn sac was itchy, and getting knocked to the ground hadn't helped. Maybe be I'll get a coin or two, whatever the people here used for currency, and I could get something to eat and wear. Just then, my stomach rumbled at the thought of food.
"Aren't you just a Darling, but by the sounds, your stomach says you're starving! My name is Grace Huntington, and I am a Dutchess of the fifth noble level. I specialize as a Duelist, and I have a comfortable home with no husband. Would you like to come live with me, my little burlap sac boy?"
"Holy crap, this is amazing! You just got here, and now you have a home?! what crazy luck!" Trina finally piped up, but I ignored her.
Was this my big chance to jump ahead who knew how many levels? And all I had to do was go with this rich and beautiful woman? I didn't think anymore before blurting out my answer.
"Yes, I would really enjoy that."
"Oh my! Isnt he's so cute! So formal and in a burlap sack, just wait until we put some shoes on you. My daughter is going to love you! Follow us, young man, you have saved me a lot of hassle, and I shall reward you for your act. I think it's destiny that we meet like this."
Wow, I just walked out after being homeless and got ran over by a thief. Now I'm no longer lost, and I might get something to cure my growling stomach. Beggars can't be choosers, is how the saying goes, but I would pick this choice every time Destiny offered it to me! These blessings were turning out to be a real help, and did she just say, daughter? This game was shaping up to be a good one!
I followed the group through seven security check stations as we passed through each level, and Miss Grace let them scan her wrist each time. Each time, she put her palm up and pulled all the fingers in but left her pinky out. After the second station, I asked her why she was doing it.
"Why do they scan your hand?"
"Multiple things; if you go into your inventory and ask for HAND ACTIONS, there is a ten space wheel to store items to use. Your first slot will always have your AVATAR which is what i was doing by extending my pinky. You can activate these by holding up your fingers from pinky to index for one to five. Then you drop fingers to your palm until your hand is closed for six to ten."
"She is right! You can do this to interact with objects or people. You can also put your other hand flat over the top of your hand, making the number slot to summon items," Trina piped up beside my head.
"That's really helpful, thank you. Can I ask you one question?" I asked Grace as we pass into the fifth level.
"Of course child, what is it?"
"Why are you helping me?"
"You had every chance to take my bag and run. We would have had no idea you had it, just like the one who took it in the first place. The treasure inside this bag is worth a small kingdom, and you might not have known that, but that doesn't change how you stepped forward. Even while I was angrily chasing the thief, you stepped in my path and politely gave me what I was looking for asked nothing in return—you, who is in nothing but a burlap sack. I have faith you will become something this world has never seen. Like I said, destiny."
I wasn't in a place to be arguing, and I was just glad that I wasn't looking for a place to sleep tonight, but it was nice to hear after the catastrophic lifetime I had just lived, though. As we walked, I tried to concentrate on Miss Grace so I wouldn't stop and gawk at all the fantastic things that were sliding past my vision. I'm pretty sure I saw a large slug selling so
mething that looked like ice cream, among other incredible sights.
Soon we slowed down and walked up to a beautiful manor built with white brick and a red tile roof. The two-story building had a large balcony that wrapped around the house. There was a single iron gate that was surrounded by a three-meter tall red brick wall.
Once we got to the gate, one of the guards opened it up for us and ushered us through. As we walked up to the porch, a girl that looked about four to five years older than me greeted us. The purple-haired girl got very excited when she saw Grace.
"Mom, why did you bring home that walking sack of potatoes?"
The girl was tall for her age and had a curious look that said she wasn't disgusted by me. She was charming, with a blue sundress on and white slippers. Her blue eyes blended with her purple hair, but she had pale skin. Not that it took away from her beauty.
"This young man rescued my bag from that man that grabbed it. Not before we chased him five levels down. This "bag of potatoes" has done a great favor for us, and we shall repay him by giving him a home with us. Think of him as your little brother," Miss Grace explained and then turned to me, gesturing to the girl. "This lovely daughter of mine is Lavender."
Lavender walked up to inspect me, and Trina followed her. My fairy had put away her massive pack, but it still made me smile on the inside, seeing her flit around Lanvender's head. The girl finally stopped in front of me and squatted down, putting her hand out flat.
I've seen enough sci-fi space shows to know this is a form of greeting and pass my hand over hers. Lavender laughed a soft-sounding chuckle that reminds me of spring, and it sent a chill down my spine. Is this her? But when we lock eyes, she's just a beautiful girl.
"If mom says you got her bag back from that creep that ruined our day out, then I say your good too. What's your name?" Lavender asks me, and my heart would have sunk to my shoes if I had any.
"That's right! I never asked what your name was, how thoughtless of me," Miss Grace puts a hand up to her head as a sign of her forgetfulness.
"Snaggle Tooth. It's ok, a lot was happening," I mumble.
I see Lavender's face redden, and Miss Grace screws up her expression to hide the smile I know she is holding back. I wasn't sure what to expect when I said my name. Miss Grace let out a cough.
"Well, I don't think that name will do. What do you think, Honey?"
"I'm not really sure, but we can't leave it like that. How would we ever take this boy out?" And at this point, both Miss Grace and Lavender started to laugh.
I smiled, thinking how nice it was to see a happy family that was so small. I believe there is only one name I should have for this round. Let stick it to Fate, so when I find him and his minions, I can tell him Dave says, hey!
"Dave," I speak up loud enough to interrupt the two's laughter.
"Really? Are you sure? Because I will change it right now, you will also take our last name. I have a CHANGE NAME PASS, but you can't change it again after."
"I'm sure. You say that destiny brought us all together. Well, I, Dave Huntington, have a score to settle with Fate, and that is my destiny!" As I finished my little speech, the blinking star popped up again.
Chapter 6: Kicking and Screaming
"So, now my lovely Lavender will show you to your room, Dave. I have some things I need to take care of and a person I need to talk to, please enjoy and relax."
Miss Grace explained to me as we walk into the house. Once inside, she and the head guard left up the stairs and to the left, leaving me with just Lavender. The house reminded me of a fantasy nobles mansion pulled from a novel.
Lavender came over to me and started to look me over some more, and then she got really close to me and smelt my hair. I could smell fruit coming off her as Lavender stepped back and raised her eyebrow at me.
"How don't you stink? Nevermind, come on, Dave, let's head up and I will show you to a room where you can put your," but Lavender paused there and then changed the course of the conversation. "Then, I'll show you to the bathroom. Then, while you're getting clean, Tilly, our maid, will get you some clean clothes."
"Thanks," I reply shyly.
Ugh, this might be my previous life's thoughts, but I can't control every emotion of this body yet. I didn't plan on being some joke this time around either. I would seize every chance I got!
Lavender led me up the stairs and to the right, down a rose-red hallway. It was a hall filled with doors, and I couldn't imagine what was behind each door. Lavender must have noticed my wander gaze, or she just knew what I thought as I stared openly at everything as we walked.
"The doors in this house are different, so if Mom or I don't tell you, don't open a door."
"Why not? Sorry, not trying to be rude, I'm just curious."
"It's fine. Some rooms are just rooms, but most are doors to other places. Like scary and dangerous places."
"Oh? Now we have to go to one of those doors or all of them!" Trina's voice carried through the hall as she flew from door to door.
Each of the rooms had a number, and we stopped at room nine. Engraved into a brass plate was the number "9" and Lavender opened the door. She walked in ahead of me, using her hand and motioning to me to follow.
When I walked into the doorway, I froze on my way into the room. A little "wah" noise escaped my mouth before I could clamp my hand over it.
The room was more elaborate and extensive than any of my old apartments, even if you knocked the walls down.
An elegant raised four-posted bed sat in the middle of the far white wall. Red drapes hung around the mattress, along with light red pillowcases and comforter. I stared around in disbelief, but Lavender took my hand and led me inside.
The rest of the room was composed of a cozy reading nook, two chairs, and a living room area. There was a standing red blind that I assumed was for changing in the corner. The whole thing blew my mind, and the doors outside in the hall are so close, so this must be some magic that makes this possible. Before I can continue the thought, Lavender started to drag me by my dirty little hand.
"I know this is probably a lot for you to take in, so let's get you to the bathroom, and ill help you get clean. Tilly will have fresh and clean non-burlap clothing for you to put on."
I slowly start to nod as she turns to leave, and then Lavender's forward motion stops when she tries to pull me forward. She turned back to look at me, and my face, I'm sure, could have challenged a tomato on the color red.
"What's wrong? Are you ok? I'm your big sister now, and I'm just gonna help clean you back and get the dirt out of your hair."
Lavender said it so casually that I almost relaxed but then tried to argue with her. There was no way I was letting this little girl bathe me! Cute or not, my mind was not mentally prepared for all of this. I would just have to wait before this body could act out any dirty fantasies I might have, so I just wanted to soak alone.
"No, you don't need to help me. I'm fine, and I can clean myself, just show me where," but I was cut off before I could continue by Lavender dragging me out of the room.
There was no stopping her. Lavender had a hidden strength that I had not seen coming behind her pretty looks. No matter how I resisted, it was useless. Lavender pulled me four doors down the half as I flailed, trying to get my feet under me to fight back and resist this amazon!
She kicked the door open and tossed me inside, bag and all. Lavender followed me in, picked me up by the sack, and threw me into a soapy prepared bath. Bag, string, and I flew into the water, and I came up choking out water. There was over a foot of bubbles, and it covered me up.
"Take the sac off," growled Lavender through the wall of bubbles I had sunk behind.
All fantasy left my mind and were replaced with horror movie scenes of children being drown in bathtubs, so I ducked into the bubbles, out of sight. I took the sack off with the string and threw it out of the bathtub.
As soon as the burlap sack left my hand, Lavender's bubble covered face and a s
crub brush burst into my bubble sanctuary. She attacked my body with gusto and nearly scrubbed my skin off. After a furious fifteen minutes of nearly buffing the skin right off my body.
Tilly, the maid, knocked before coming inside, dropping some clothes off. She was wearing a green maid style dress and a strange cloth bonnet that sat out of place on her head. both Tilly and Lavender finally left the room and I was able to soak.
My body felt raw and sore, but I was clean. Sure she was violent, but she was pretty, and maybe that evened it out. I wonder what was up with the bonnet that maid was wearing? It kind of looked silly and awkward.
Chapter 7: The Growing Experience
Finally, alone, Trina popped up from the bubbles.
"Trina thinks you should look at the message you have! Now that the crazy purple-haired girl is gone! Trina thought she was gonna have to step in," the little fairy made some mock punching actions.
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