REINCARNATED IN A DEATH HAREM!?

Prologue

Idk what to say. So, enjoy? Though I don't think anyone would read this poop. Imma just self indulge myself..

Third Person Pov

Alex is exhausted. He just came back from his father's office. He helped him with his work load. Which was MUCH more than any of the other days. Of course, for a person with a brain like Alex's it was, well, not kindergarten work but maybe Gr.1? But Alex's arms say otherwise. They were aching and numb. Again, Alex doesn't FEEL tired or numb or angry at his father that he made him do so much or anything. Alex...just doesn't feel it..The emotions supposedly people express. 

Alex was just born that way. Actually, Alex wasn't born that way. He remembers one time when he was happy. Not only happy, content, expressive...a time when he felt emotions. He tries to remember how it felt. How he was able to make those emotions. In which scenarios he felt these emotions. He tries to grasp them. But it's just a memory. Even if  Alex's memory is able to remember the taste of a simple sand-which from a month ago, he can't remember his own feelings.

Like right now. Apparently, in this situation, a person would feel frustrated, angry, or something. But Alex just feels empty. Emotionless. Just a show. Just skin and bones. Screw that. Even a bug can feel their emotions better then him

He laid on his king sized bed. Without knowing it he fell asleep.

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Tonight, he dreamt of himself. That was odd. Most of the times he fell asleep he doesn't dream of anything or he is dreaming of the day's work. He saw a hazy figure reaching their hand out to him. Unconsciously, he reached his hands out for her/him. He should have been able to touch her. She was at an arms length. Instead, his arm was only able to reach quarter way. "What?". He inspected his arm. Then saw his tiny feet. "Wait-". Realization hit him. He was in the body of a child-no, he's in HIS child body. He looks up. The hazy figure cleared up. A beautiful woman was in-front of him. Long dark brown hair, porcelain skin, blue eyes-that seem unusually familiar. Not like I have seen them long time ago-yes to that one too-but more like I see it every day. In my present time. Delicate features, one can say with out doubt-she is pretty. Beautiful even.

A/N: This is a picture of the woman. Actually, their at a field of flowers. Which is the next pic

A/N: So small.(┬┬﹏┬┬)Sorry, don't know why it's so small. If it looks big on your screen. Ok. Mines say otherwise though.

Alex then hears an all-too familiar voice-it's his father. He was about to turn his head but his father comes into view. Is it Alex or does father look...younger?

A/N: This is how Alex's father looks like. He's wearing casual clothes with them though. I like him(¬‿¬)though he could be a bit more spicy.

"Come on honey.". Say's the younger version of Alex's father. Reaching his hand out to him.

A/N: In the Present time Alex looks like this; Just imagine him with blue eyes identical like the woman.

A/N: I know I said in the summary Alex is a Canadian man cuz I wanted something different, Imma now say he's half Canadian-half Korean. His mother is Canadian-his father is Korean. Though, he currently resides in Canada.

A/N: But in this dream he looks like this.

Before Alex could react flashes of memories go by. Woman dead. Graveyard. Another woman. Wedding. Burns on his skin. It hurts. It hurts. She hit him. He was just 3 years old. Trauma. Trauma. TRAUMA. ALL TYPES OF TORTURE. TORTURE. Torture...

...

nothing..

"Gasp". Alex wakes up. "What was that?".  

Alex gets ready and is about to go for a walk to clear his mind.

A  Freaking-no,- THE FREAKING TRUCK-KUN DECIDES TO VISIT.  TRUCK-KUN COMES FLYING OUT OF NOWHERE AND CRASHES THROUGH HIS BALCONY-INTO HIS ROOM-ON TOP OF ALEX-

Alex's last thoughts were, "I guess this is how I die? How bizarre. I wonder how the famous grim-reaper Truck-kun come here? How so very odd...."

A/N: Just saying. The memories are Alex's. I will explain-more like Chapter 1 will explain what's happening. Though the next chapter will show how our dear Truck-kun was able to come through to such a bizarre visit. All artwork here is not mine. All credits go to the original artists.