I Reincarnated into a Yaoi Yandere Otome Game(Discontinued)

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏: ..𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞..𝐀𝐦 𝐈?

As I tried sitting up, I felt a sharp pain in my head. Stretching my hand out in front of myself, I'd anxiously punch my forehead where the pain felt the strongest at. With my vision blurred, and the pain I felt getting stronger, I would just sigh softly in defeat. I'd just give up thinking too much. Looking around at the foreign scene, a look of confusion was on my face.

Harumaki: "...Where.. Am I?" My voice sounding rough and harsh, each word I managed to mutter would hurt my throat. Rubbing my adam's appl- I'd cough into a balled fist. I found it strange that my adam's apple felt smaller than before. Harumaki also noticed that his voice sounded more. . different than usual. I couldn't find the words to describe it.

When I saw a familiar painting, I'd squint my eyes whilst I stared at it intently. This foreign scene now becoming more familiar to me. I saw this place before. But where? As I tried my best to recall this place, a sharp pain would be felt in my brain once more. Groaning in pain, I couldn't help but call out meekly for someone.

Harumaki: "Ray-.." As I said this name, the pain disappeared. Ray? I didn't know anyone named Ray. I'd place my hand on the edge of the bed, positioning myself to have my feet on the ground. Almost tumbling to the ground, a hand would grab me by my white collared shirt from behind. Swiftly, I'd look to where the hand grabbed me at. It was a young guy with red crimson hair and ruby eyes that sparkled like a gem. The slightly dimmed room only made his eyes all the more illuminated.

Harumaki: "Uhm-" I tried muttering a word, but this body would unconsciously shut myself up. With my body trembling, I felt fear towards this person for some reason. This unknown figure seemed so familiar to this body I was in. As if.. This wasn't our first encounter.

???: "You.. You wake up after months and then try to kill yourself again!!" It was just a little boy. The little boy pouted, a mockingly laugh escaping that feisty mouth of his. The red head-scratching his already messy hair with an annoyed expression, grunting. 'Quite the exaggeration..' I'd think to myself, just looking up at the short fellow who barely reached the headboard, curiosity showing on my face. Why was I scared of such a little kid..?

Harumaki: "W-who are you?" I'd touched my adam's apple that felt almost nonexistent. I struggled just to get these three words out, which was strange. I wasn't one to stutter, or so I thought. The unfamiliar kid just had a look of shock on his face. I took this moment to hit the red head's hand away, glaring up at him. I felt his grip tightening on my collar, which felt uncomfortable. I guess I lost my strength. The redhead simply rushed to leave the room, leaving confused me all alone with my jumbled thoughts. I tried putting together all the information I had gathered so far. . Which wasn't a lot frankly. A fancy room, clean clothes, no dirty aroma. . It was obvious I was cared for and had money. The redhead who reacted weirdly. . Perhaps he's an.. acquaintance? Do I have Amnesia? Just as I was about to get up, an older man with a wrinkly face and greying hair entered the room. A young adult dressed in a white lab coat following the wrinkly old fart like a scared puppy, the young adult looking quite aware with each step she took. The old guy stood in front of me, his stare looking.. bored? angry? It was hard to tell how he was feeling.

???: "You don't even recognize your father?" His deep voice penetrated the room and left this body trembling immensely. Each word he said being heard was powerful and clear, despite how softly he talked. If he was handsome, ladies would simply go crazy for him; my thought process was now all over the place. I was nervous and scared, and I couldn't even figure out why.

Harumaki: "P-Pardon me, you are.. my father?" I asked, in disbelief. I felt no familiarity coming from him whatsoever. Forgetting how hoarse my voice was, I'd cough into a balled fist once again. The wrinkly old fart glancing at the girl, she'd rush to hand me a pill.

???: "T-this will C-cause less throat, Um, ache. .-" Her words were all jumbled, the stuttering cow barely making sense. I'd sigh, just taking the pill. I can't be one to talk when I was stuttering just a few seconds ago.......
Harumaki: "Are you a doctor?" I asked. I needed to gather information. It annoyed me how little I knew. With the frustration showing on my face, I'd try my best to hide my glare.

Doctor: "Yes! I'm- I'm the family doctor. I-I will be asking a few questions, Lord Yoshiyuki." Yoshiyuki? Is that my name? I thought it was Haru... Haru.. A sharp pain shot within my head, groaning in pain, I had to ask her something. It felt like I was forgetting parts of myself.

"Is that my name?" I muttered through my groans, the doctor worriedly telling a maidservant to prepare a glass of water and other things. I could barely hear her, huffing in distress.
 
Doctor: "Your name is Yoshiyuki Makihara. Young lord, um. .may I ask you a few questions?" I could feel the old man's glares on me. He'd gesture for the redhead to follow him as he proceeded to leave the room. The doctor glanced over to the old man leaving the room, a look of concern on her face it seems.

Yoshiyuki: "I-.. I thought it was. ." Ignoring her question, it felt like I was about to pass out. My body feeling light, my vision would turn dark. .My head wobbling around for a surface, my sight would soon quickly return.

Doctor: "D-do you remember who the young lord with red hair is? And T-the Duke?" It felt like she wasn't so concerned with my wellbeing, but gathering intel. I wouldn't think much of it as she has a job to do, just answering the questions she asked.

Yoshiyuki: "No? And who is 'The Duke'?" This whole situation was weird. And It felt as if it wasn't going anywhere. I'd wish for the interrogati- questioning, to hurry up.  After a few minutes had passed, she'd already come up with a diagnosis.

Doctor: "It-It appears the young lord has amnesia. I shall tell His Grace of the news." She'd advance to leave the room before I could utter a single word, leaving me in just... incredulousness. Why was she in such a rush? What kind of doctor doesn't actually care for their patients. I humoured myself with my own thoughts, just sitting awkwardly on the bed. . Waiting. The silence being exceptionally loud right now, as the door made a creaking sound, I'd look to see who it was.  It was the redhead.

???: "Do you.. not remember me too?" The little kid spoke so cutely, his voice trembling as if he was going to cry. He hid behind the large oak door that was finely refined, his head peeking out.

Yoshiyuki: "Where's the feisty little guy from before?" I joked, comforting him. I despise little kids, but that doesn't mean I'm a monster. I can pretend to be nice. Giving a crooked smile, I tried my best to appear kind. He'd run towards me, jumping up on the bed. He looked to be about 10.

???: "Onii-san. Do you not remember me?" He asked this question once again. It was obvious he was seeking an answer and wasn't going to back down until he got it. I'd just sigh, answering the kid.

Yoshiyuki: "I don't remember anyone. Are you my little brother?" I couldn't figure out whether I was actually this kid's older brother or not. Does Onii-san mean older sibling or older friend? Shouldn't I at least remember this information? The little kid nodded, tugging on my white sleeve. . Does he want a pat? Patting the little kid's head, I'd awkwardly smile once again. He was a bother, speaking quite frankly. I never was one to spoil kids.

???: "Yeah! How can you not remember Haru too?!" He whined, almost on the urge of tears. His voice was trembling once again.

Haruki: "Haruki Makihara. Don't forget it again!" He'd hit my shoulder.

Yoshiyuki: "Haruki-" T-That name. His name isn't just better than mine, I've heard it before, I know I have. But where? I need to remember. Now just focused on remembering where Haruki saw how focused I was. A concerned expression, he'd call out my name.

Haruki: "Onii-san?" His head tilted, he'd reach his hand towards me. It was apparent he didn't know what to do. As I stared into his face - That's it! With a look of bewilderment on my face, I couldn't help but flinch as the little redhead tried to calm me. My body would unconsciously move away from him. Was it just a coincidence, or is he actually from. .

Author's notes:

Woo!! First chapter done! I wrote enough for about 2 chapters (I usually write 600-700 words), and I'm pretty proud of that. I hope my writing has improved. I'd like to hear your guys opinions so far.