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My situation is not so surprising among all the other comrades in my case, I fell asleep in my rented room, and woke up in a cradle under the acopanniment of men's voices, and thus began my new life.
The first months everything was perfect as far as it could be, I slept, ate, slept, I changed my underwear, I slept
. But as time began to pass and I began to regain the sense of time and space, as well as that not so unimportant vision and the ability to think stiffly.... Still, because of the age of my new shell and the underdevelopment of my brain, I could not realize everything fully, but even so I began to notice all the strangeness of the world.
My parent is a huge blond man, sometimes he is visited by a rather old man, and that's the end of all my surroundings
Even walks-trips in a stroller ended on an empty park, in it I did not even hear (and still do not hear) the usual hum of any place populated by people, transportation, conversations, distant advertisements of stores, screams of children damn
As well as the usual sounds of the park like birds and other animals
Something like a huge mansion in which there is no part of the soul in the role of home also did not soothe.
Meaningless expensive statuettes, some paintings bought just for the sake of having them, empty rooms filled with furniture for the sake of a tick.
The only rooms that were used were the children's room and most likely a couple of other rooms that I might not have seen because of my condition.
All in all it was surreal and caused me nothing but anxiety, for which my sleep can only be interrupted by this feeling that penetrates even my memories of the past.
I can only plan what I can do when my condition stabilizes enough, and this atmosphere didn't help.
But there was a moment that was even worse than all of this
The Kid stretched after a brief afternoon nap, making a whooshing sound of yawning
This caused All For One to raise his head, the leather couch creaking under the man's weight. For the moment, his head was occupied with thoughts of Gamaki's offer to hire babysitters for his child.
It could really take away most of his business, but his first and second attempts at hiring someone had ended in a scene of threatening the baby's life with an attempt to control it. As if he could let the newcomers work with the real Haru, hummed All For One and stretched out in a sweet gundog voice "my joy is awake" the man rose and leaned over the cradle, looking directly into the face of his child, a sweet cute replica of him, taking his late brother's looks as a base.
"My little demon princess." All For One reached out a hand to her head, a light stream of air washed over the girl's face, who giggled cutely at it. The laughter stopped and All For One didn't notice the change in face from the little girl as well as the interested look on the hole in his hand, he ruffled the light fuzz on the girl's head and laughed with a beveled look following his hand.
What's wrong Hime?" the man rubbed the chubby cheek and pulled away. The feeling of having complete power over something so beautiful and defenseless appealed to All For One more than anything else. He longed to squeeze his hand too hard to see more, like the reaction to a cat that was too small and beady-eyed to be squeezed by its beauty, even though All For One didn't like animals, but this baby.... He was ready to even take a break from the underworld to soak up every second of fatherhood. The child's hands gripped his palm tightly, all of the girl's attention focused on the gaping hole in her father's arm. “Don't push it” The child stroked too hard at the juncture of skin and hole and the man pulled his hand away. All for one he looked at the time. “Hime it's time for us to eat” The villain cooed again and lifted the little creature into his arms.
If he had known that he was now patting the back of a man whose head was filled with nothing but swearing and pleading to save him he would have... Probably have laughed.
Because most likely All for One just couldn't get a proper